"Ida could not imagine whence they had come; these must certainly be all the flowers from the King's castle. First of all came two glorious roses, and they had little gold crowns on; they were a King and a Queen. Then came the prettiest coronations, and they bowed in all directions. Great poppies and peonies blew upon pea-pods till they were quite red in the face. The blue hyacinths and the little white snowdrops rang just as if they had bells. All danced together, and all the flowers kissed one another. It was beautiful to look at.
"At last the flowers wished one another good-night."
No sooner is good-night uttered than the Fairies motion to the flowers to keep perfectly still, and point their wands at Ida.
First Fairy. "She sleeps, her breathings are not heard."
Second Fairy. "Her fragrant tresses are not stirred."
First Fairy. "Hasten hither, King and Queen."
Second Fairy. "Roses, sweet that we employ."
And immediately the quartette step to the front of the stage and sing a good-night song.
At the close of which all dance—even Ida, who wakens by the jollity.
Exeunt.