Away rushed Daisy for her hat, and soon was walking gayly down the green lane, looking about her as if she had never been there before; for every thing seemed wonderfully fresh and lovely.
"How pink the clouds are, and how the dew twinkles in the gra.s.s! I never saw it so before," she said.
"Because by the time you are up the pretty pink clouds are gone, and the thirsty gra.s.s has drank the dew, or the sun has drawn it up to fall again at night for the flowers" evening bath," replied Wee, watching the soft color that began to touch Daisy"s pale cheeks.
"I think we"d better look under that cobweb spread like a tent over the white clovers. A fairy would be very likely to creep in there and sleep."
Daisy knelt down and peeped carefully; but all she saw was a little brown spider, who looked very much surprised to see visitors so early.
"I don"t like spiders," said Daisy, much disappointed.
"There are things about spiders as interesting to hear as fairy tales,"
said Wee. "This is Mrs. Epeira Diadema; and she is a respectable, industrious little neighbor. She spreads her tent, but sits under a leaf near by, waiting for her breakfast. She wraps her eggs in a soft silken bag, and hides them in some safe c.h.i.n.k, where they lie till spring. The eggs are prettily carved and ornamented, and so hard that the baby spiders have to force their way out by biting the sh.e.l.l open and poking their little heads through. The mother dies as soon as her eggs are safely placed, and the spiderlings have to take care of themselves."
"How do you know about it, Aunt Wee? You talk as if Mrs. Eppyra--or whatever her name is--had told you herself. Did she?" asked Daisy, feeling more interested in the brown spider.
"No; I read it in a book, and saw pictures of the eggs, web, and family.
I had a live one in a bottle; and she spun silken ladders all up and down, and a little room to sleep in. She ate worms and bugs, and was very amiable and interesting till she fell ill and died."
"I should like to see the book; and have a spider-bottle, so I could take care of the poor little orphans when they are born. Good-by, ma"am.
I shall call again; for you are "most as good as a fairy there in your pretty tent, with a white clover for your bed."
Daisy walked on a few steps, and then stopped to say:
"What does that bird mean by calling "Hurry up, hurry up?" He keeps flying before us, and looking back as if he wanted to show me something."
"Let me hear what he says. I may be able to understand him, or the bob-o-link that swings on the alder by the brook."
Wee listened a moment, while the birds twittered and chirped with all their hearts. Presently Wee sang in a tone very like the bob-o-link"s:
"Daisy and Wee, Come here, and see What a dainty feast is spread: Down in the gra.s.s Where fairies pa.s.s, Here are berries ripe and red.
"All wet with dew, They wait for you: Come hither, and eat your fill, While I gayly sing, In my airy swing, And the sun climbs up the hill."
"Did he really say that?" cried Daisy, watching the bob-o-link, who sat swaying up and down on the green bough, and nodding his white-capped head at her in the most friendly manner.
"Perhaps I didn"t translate it rightly; for it is very hard to put bird-notes into our language, because we haven"t words soft and sweet enough. But I really think there are berries over there, and we will see if what he says is true," said Wee.
Over the wall they went, and there, on a sunny bank, found a bed of the reddest, ripest berries ever seen.
"Thank you, thank you, for telling me to hurry up, and showing me such a splendid feast," said Daisy, with her mouth full, as she nodded back at the birds. "These are so much sweeter than those we buy. I"d carry some home to mamma, if I only had a basket."
"You can pick this great leaf full, while I make you a basket," said Wee.
Daisy soon filled the leaf, and then sat watching her aunt plait a pretty basket of rushes. While she waited she looked about, and kept finding something curious or pleasant to interest and amuse her. First she saw a tiny rainbow in a dewdrop that hung on a blade of gra.s.s; then she watched a frisky calf come down to drink on the other side of the brook, and laughed to see him scamper away with his tail in the air.
Close by grew a pitcher-plant; and a yellow b.u.t.terfly sat on the edge, bathing its feet, Daisy said. Presently she discovered a little ground bird sitting on her nest, and peeping anxiously, as if undecided whether to fly away or trust her.
"I won"t hurt you, little mother. Don"t be afraid," whispered the child; and, as if it understood, the bird settled down on her nest with a comfortable chirp, while its mate hopped up to give her a nice plump worm for breakfast.
"I love birds. Tell me something about them, Aunt Wee. You must know many things; for they like you, and come when you call."
"Once upon a time," began Wee, while her fingers flew and the pretty basket grew, "there was a great snow-storm, and all the country was covered with a thick white quilt. It froze a little, so one could walk over it, and I went out for a run. Oh, so cold it was, with a sharp wind, and no sun or any thing green to make it pleasant! I went far away over the fields, and sat down to rest. While I sat there, a little bird came by, and stopped to rest also.
""How do you do?" said I.
""Chick-a-dee-dee," said he.
""A cold day," said I.
""Chick-a-dee-dee," said he.
""Aren"t you afraid of starving, now the ground is covered and the trees are bare?"
""Chick-a-dee-dee, ma"am, chick-a-dee-dee!"" answered the bird in the same cheerful tone. And it sounded as if he said, "I shall be cared for.
I"m not afraid."
""What will you eat? There"s nothing here or for miles round. I really think you"ll starve, birdie," said I.
"Then he laughed, and gave me a merry look as he lit on a tall, dry weed near by. He shook it hard with his little bill; when down fell a shower of seeds, and there was dinner all ready on a snow-white cloth. All the while he ate he kept looking up at me with his quick, bright eyes; and, when he had done, he said, as plainly as a bird could say it:
""Cold winds may blow, And snows may fall, But well we know G.o.d cares for all.""
"I like that little story, and shall always think of it when I hear the chick-a-dee-dee." Daisy sat a moment with a thoughtful look in her eyes; then she said slowly, as if sorry for the words:
"It isn"t a stupid, grown-up world. It"s a very pleasant, young world; and I like it a great deal better this morning than I did last night."
"I"m glad of that; and, even if we don"t find our fairy to-day, you will have found some sunshine, Daisy, and that is almost as good. Now put in the berries, and we"ll go on."
How they hunted! They climbed trees to peep into squirrel-holes and birds"-nests; they chased bees and b.u.t.terflies to ask for news of the elves; they waded in the brook, hoping to catch a water-sprite; they ran after thistle-down, fancying a fairy might be astride; they searched the flowers and ferns, questioned sun and wind, listened to robin and thrush; but no one could tell them any thing of the little people, though all had gay and charming bits of news about themselves. And Daisy thought the world got younger and happier every minute.
When they came in to breakfast, papa and mamma looked at Daisy, and then nodded with a smile at Aunt Wee; for, though Daisy"s frock was soiled, her boots wet, and her hair tumbled, her cheeks were rosy, eyes bright, and voice so cheerful that they thought it better music than any in the summer world without.
"Hunting fairies is a pleasant play, isn"t it, Daisy?" said papa, as he tasted the berries, and admired the green basket.
"Oh, yes! and we are going again to-morrow. Aunt Wee says we must try seven days at least. I like it, and mean to keep on till I really find my fairy."
"I think you will find something better than "little vanishers," dear,"
said mamma, filling up the bowl of bread and milk which Daisy was fast emptying; for she certainly _had_ found an appet.i.te.
"There it is again!" cried Daisy, flying out of bed the next morning still earlier than the day before. Yes, there it was, the fairy music, as blithe and sweet as ever; and the morning-glories rung their delicate bells as if keeping time. Daisy felt rather sleepy, but remembered her promise to Aunt Wee, and splashed into her tub, singing the bob-o-link"s song as she bathed.
"Where shall we go to-day?" she asked, as they went out into the garden.
"I think we"d better try a new place; so we"ll go to the farmyard; and, while we feed the hens, I"ll listen to their chat, and perhaps can learn something from it," replied Wee soberly.
"Do hens know about fairies? I thought they were very dull things, and didn"t care for any thing but eating corn and laying eggs," said Daisy, surprised.
"Oh, dear, no! they are very sensible creatures, and see a deal of the world in their daily walks. Hunting for insects gives them an excellent chance to see fairies, if there are any. Here is some corn for the biddies; and, after we have fed them, we will look for eggs, and so may find a brownie or two."