“Not that I know of,” said the Elf-man.
“Well, mine do,” said the Wheat. “Just look!”
Sure enough, his green clothes were turning yellow, and he was changing colour all over, too. He was very much altered altogether. It was most surprising.
“Goodness me!” said the little Elf-man.
“That’s exactly what I think,” said the Wheat.
About a month after this, the Elf-man was getting his breakfast ready,—an acorn-cup full of dew, and a drop of wild honey,—when he heard a loud, eager voice calling him. It was the Wheat, very much excited.
“I’ve had that dream several times lately,” said the Wheat, rocking to and fro, “and now it has come true!”
“How do you mean?” asked the Elf-man.
“Can’t you see?” said the Wheat. “I’ve turned golden-yellow from head to foot. And I have a whole family of children. They’re not my brothers and sisters, of course, but they’re each other’s,—so it comes to the same thing. Dear, dear, how happy I do feel!” And it rocked more than ever.