Until, when the shadows had put the sun to bed and the birds were singing lullabies, the night wind came to the garden bearing a message from his mother:
“Come home, Little Boy Blue, Supper time, and bed time, too. Little Boy Blue, I’m calling you.”
The Little Boy tucked his blue horn with the golden stars under his arm and waved “Good Night” to the flowers in the garden.
The roses bowed good-night, and the forget-me-nots courtesied good-night, and the merry columbine nodded good-night, but one little purple pansy was nowhere to be seen. I will tell you why:
The pansy had crept into the horn, and when Little Boy Blue went home the pansy went too, and when he was tucked into bed, with his blue horn with golden stars beside him, the little purple pansy lay quiet until
The moon looked in the window.
Then an exciting thing happened! You know, when the moon shines the fairies leave their flower homes and dance in the meadow until daylight. So when the first ray of moonlight climbed down the sky, up jumped the purple pansy fairy and sang: