They looked again, but the fairy was gone. It was not long before clouds spread over the sky, and a gentle rain began to fall. Soon there was water for all the plants, the birds, the animals, and the people.
But the dipper could not anywhere be found. Night came, and the little girl looked up at the stars. There, in the sky, she saw the dipper shining like diamonds.
And now, when the evening stars twinkle overhead, the mothers point out the great dipper in the northern sky and tell this story to their children.
"Is the story true?" the children ask when the tale is ended.
And the mothers smile as they answer:—
"When you can tell what the story means, you will know that it is true."
[BEAUTIFUL THINGS]
Beautiful hands are those that do
Work that is earnest, brave, and true,
Moment by moment, the long day through.