Lily-bud laughed, and I can't tell you how pretty she looked when she laughed, because her tiny face had the sweetest dimple in one cheek and her blue eyes laughed, too.
Her gauzy wings opened and closed as a butterfly's will when it is resting on a flower.
"What difference would that make, you poor Peter?" she said.
Peter scowled because her manner and her words made him feel even smaller than she was.
"How did you find me, anyway?" he growled.
"O, I went to the Wise Woman under the hill. We fairies always go to her when we have a hard question; and we never had a harder one than this, for Rose-Petal is the first fairy I ever knew to lose her wand."
Lily-bud's smile vanished and Peter saw her lip tremble.
"Think of her down there, huddling near the root of a big tree. Supposing someone should step on her!"
"Why doesn't she fly up to a safe place then?" asked Peter sullenly. Lily-bud's lip might tremble all it wanted to, he was not going to give up his precious, shiny stick.