"Hullo, what is that?" he said. "What a strange sight! One can't see one's hand before one's face. Wind of the morning! up with you, you sluggard, and drive the foul mists away."
The morning wind came over the meadow, and away went the mists. And at the very same moment the first rays of the sun fell right on the night-violet.
"Heyday!" said the flower. "We have got the sun already, so I had better make haste and shut up. Where in the world has the mist gone to?"
"I am still here," said the dewdrop that hung on its stalk.
But the night-violet shook herself peevishly. "You may stuff up children with that nonsense," she said. "As for me, I don't believe a word of your whole story. It is as weak as water."
Then the sun laughed and said, "You are quite right there!"
