The Snowdrop turned to obey the fairy's command, and presently returned holding the Hawthorn and the Poppy by the hands.
WOOD ANEMONE
“I bring security and hope,” the Hawthorn said, “and I protect the good country people from harm, if they do but hang a spray of my blossoms over their houses in May. For then the wicked fairies and elves who are your enemies, White Ladies, as well as the enemies of men, can do no harm.”
WIND FLOWER
“I, too,” said Honeysuckle, “I, too, fight the wicked little sprites and keep from harm the good milch cows and the beasts that feed and clothe poor children in cold northern lands.”
Then the Poppy spoke out. She did not appear to be in the least bit shy, and waved the scarlet folds of her mantle about her head, and all the black fringe of seed trembled and stood out like a halo.
“And I am consolation,” she said. “The hope that springs up again after doubt.”
“If all were faithful and true,” whispered the Violet, “there would be less need of you, proud Poppy.”