SNOWDROP
“What is it you want of me, my children?” she asks, in a voice like a silver bell.
And all the fairies curtsey very long and low, and they answer her:
“The New Year is come, Lady Elder; and we want you to grant us leave to wake the little flowers that sleep under the snow!”
“The World is yet cold for the flowers, my children,” answers the Lady Elder. “They are all asleep, each to be awakened in her time. But this you may do. You may call them up for to-night, and when you leave this wood in the morning, they will all go back to their beds again.”
VIOLET
“Our glad thanks to you, Ma'am,” the fairies sing back joyfully.
