Not till morning came did the storm grow weary and lie down to rest.
"Now you shall have peace for a time," he said. "I will take a rest till we have the spring cleaning. Then we can have another turn together—that is, if there are any of you left by then."
And the leaves lay down to rest, and spread themselves like a thick carpet over the whole land.
The anemones felt that it had become pleasantly warm.
"Can it be my Lady Spring already?" they asked each other.
"I haven't got my buds ready," shouted one of them.
"Nor I! Nor I!" cried the others in one voice.