"The fairies knew the best gift to give you," she said. "With good cheer one needs little else."
CHAPTER VII. THE POLAWEE.
"Don't you know any Indian stories, Wenonah?" asked Lois one day when they were all sitting together in the tent, watching the rain through the open door, just as Pierre and Iona had done in the hollow tree. Lois and Hal wished very much that they could have some such experience in fairy land as had come to those other children; and when they said so the Indian girl smiled.
"You will find out," she said, "that we can all call upon the greatest wonder worker of them all every day right now."
"Who? Who is it?" asked the children.
"It is Love," said Wenonah. "Love settles quarrels. Love makes plain people beautiful. Love brings happiness. Supposing Love were taken out of the faces and actions of your father and mother. What would your lives be like?"
"O well, of course, it couldn't be," said Hal, his eyes growing big with such an awful thought.
"What do you suppose makes the king and queen of Fairyland send Rose-Petal and Lily-bud and the others on their errands of kindness?"