"Now scatter your seeds," she said to the daisy, and to each little seed as it fell she said as before: "Swell and sprout and grow up and down." The seeds did as they were told, and soon there was a ring of strong young daisy plants growing round the first one. Again the flowers were made and the seeds scattered; in a short time the hill was starred with pink and white. "It is wonderful!" said the Hill. "I should never have believed it if I had not seen it." "It was a tiny seed," said the Fairy, "but it has made you beautiful." MY GARDEN I have a garden of sweetest flowers, Beside the orchard wall. The sun sends sunbeams, the clouds send showers, To make them gay and tall. Marigolds, wallflowers, cowslips, pinks, Pansies, and mignonette! Forget-me-not blue its star-eye winks; Roses their buds have set. But dearest of all, in their border low, Bloom the daisies so wee. Pink and crimson, or as white as the snow; Daisies, daisies for me! BED-TIME Ticketty Tacketty, tick, tack, tock! Now then, young man, just look at that clock! Off with your shoe, and off with your sock. Ticketty Tacketty, tick, tack, tock. PANSY Pansy so velvety, pansy so wide, Pansy with heart of gold, How I wish I could stay outside Till I saw your petals unfold! When do you open them, pansy so blue? I watch, but never see. One day there's a bud; the next, there's--you! You are _such_ a puzzle to me. Do you open them softly in the dark, While stars watch overhead? Or fling them wide with the morning lark, Before I am out of my bed? MAY FAIRIES "Come out and dance," called the Snow Fairies to the May Fairies. The May Fairies peeped out of their homes in the hawthorn trees and shivered. "No, thank you," they said. "It is too cold out there. Besides, we are busy making our buds." They made tiny red-tipped buds and set them on the branches of the trees, two at the foot of each thorn. Then they crept down into their warm homes again to wait for the spring. With the spring came the merry Sunbeams. "Come out and dance," they called. "Oh! are you there?" called back the May Fairies. "Then we must open our buds, so we have no time to dance." They worked hard, blowing out the buds with their dainty breath, till at last the leaves opened and the trees were dressed in fluttering green. The Spring Fairies came tripping past, waving tasselled catkins in their hands. "Come out and dance," they called. "We have no time. We must make our flower-buds," replied the May Fairies.