Or glide on a sunbeam.
Old Ballad
THE MAGIC FERNS
From Cornwall
Not many years since there lived in Cornwall a pretty young girl named Cherry. As she and her mother were poor, Cherry determined to go out to service. So one morning early, she took her little bundle of clothes, and started out to find a place with some respectable family. She walked until she came to four cross-roads, and, not knowing which to follow, she sat down on a boulder to think.
The spot where she sat was covered with beautiful ferns that curled their delicate fronds over the boulder. And while she was lost in thought, she unconsciously picked a few fronds and crushed them in her hand.
Immediately she heard a strange voice at her elbow say:—
“My pretty young woman, what are you looking for?”