“I trust you entirely,” said the flower-elf, “and I know that all will be well.
“But now I must go and see where the best honeydew is to be found. And while I am testing the honeydew I will just make a note of the nuts and fruits that I happen to see.”
So saying he departed waving his hand in adieu.
Lightning went to the Dwarfs of Cavedale and ordered a thousand lanterns of filigree silver.
Tono trained his choir and orchestra so that he would be prepared if the King should ask him to sing or play.
Rhymo made verses all night long, for he did not want to be caught napping if the King should ask him for one of his poems.
Rainbow was carefully planning the details, and every one came to him for advice.
When the gardener had gone to bed for the night, Slumber entered his cottage noiselessly, softly entered his sleeping-room, and gently beat on the drum of his ear.
And the gardener dreamed and dreamed. He thought he was on a desert plain, and he was very thirsty—so thirsty that he did not care for anything in the world but water. His throat was parched; the sky was red; the grass was brown; the sun was scorching!
And there was not a drop of water in sight! There were no clouds in the sky to bring rain, nor a sign of moisture anywhere!