“Maybe she has forgotten us,” said a tiny companion.
“I am very disappointed. Last year at this time that bank was blue with violets. Come, let us go home!” And away ran the children.
“I shall wait no longer,” said Lady Spring. “Come, Merry Sunshine.”
Away danced Merry Sunshine and Lady Spring followed in trailing robes of green and white.
Waving her silver wand over the bank of Wild-Flower Hollow she whispered, “Ready, Violets; come, Starry Bluet; my sweet Anemone, you need wait no longer. Ah, brave Arbutus, I see you were expecting me. Did you think I was never coming, my dainty Spring Beauty?”
How graceful Lady Spring looked waving her magic wand here and there through the forest. Wherever she stooped and touched the brown earth the fresh grass leaped forth; when she tapped the great tree trunks the bare branches above instantly veiled themselves in tender green. She waved at the brooklet and away it ran over the moss and pebbles.
“Sing, Merry Sunshine, dance and sing!” Lady Spring called to her companion.
Merry Sunshine trilled the gayest song. It rang sweetly through forest and echoed far away over the hills to the South where the birds were waiting patiently for the call. How gladly they came! Bluebird and Bobolink, Cardinal and Chickadee, Blackbird and Thrush and Wren,—all the forest warblers answered Merry Sunshine’s Song of Spring.
“At last my work is done!” said Lady Spring joyously.