Without a fee,
We all agree
To send to thee!”
“Won’t that be fun?” laughed Mary, “but who’ll get the feathers for us?”
“I’ll get them myself,” replied Anna. “With a long stepladder I can easily reach the bluebirds’ house. This evening we’ll make the cases, and then tomorrow afternoon right after school we’ll get the feathers.”
The flower-elf, who was getting more and more provoked every moment, could stand the conversation no longer, and flew swiftly back to Mount Fern in search of the dream-elf, to whom he repeated every word he had heard in the garden.
The dream-elf was very indignant at the thought of the bluebirds’ house being robbed of its feathers by these monsters of the Giant World, and he said to the flower-elf: “She shall not rob the bluebirds’ house, for I’ll beat on the drum of her ear and make her dream a horrible dream!”
“You surely will?” urged the flower-elf.
“Without fail,” replied Slumber.
The flower-elf rubbed his hands and laughed gleefully, and then ran back to his work in the garden.