HAWTHORN
The Christmas Rose held out her hands, and the merry party danced on singing a song the fairies love, till they came to a spot where the Ivy slept on a little brown bed of earth under a bright white coverlet of snow—with all her clusters of berries resting on her leaves.
HONEYSUCKLE
“Wake up! Wake up! little Ivy!” cried Rusialka.
“O, is it spring come again?” called out Ivy in a sleepy voice. “Or are you two sad friends who at parting want to give each other a token of true friendship?”
“We are not sad friends at all,” answered Rusialka. “We are the Little Ladies come to frolic on earth, and we want you, Ivy, to join in our frolic.”
“Isn't it cold out in the world now?” asked the little voice again.
“The dance will warm you,” answered the fairy. “And in the morning before we go, we will lay you back in your warm bed.”