`` Are they better than fairies ? '' `` Almost : for I know about pussies , and can cuddle them ; but I could n't a fairy , you know , and they might be afraid of me . These dears are not afraid , and I shall have such fun with them as they grow up . What shall we name them , auntie ? '' `` Snowball , Patpaw , and Wagtail would do , I think , '' said Wee , stroking the cat , who rubbed against her , purring very loud . `` Yes : I like those names for my pets . But what is Mrs. Purr saying , with her mouth up to your ear ? '' asked Daisy , who firmly believed that Aunt Wee knew every thing . `` She tells me that when she went on a grasshopper hunt the other day , as she ran through the meadow , she saw some lovely creatures all in blue , with gauze wings , flying about over the river , and sitting in the water-lilies . She thinks they may be fairies , and advises us to go and look . '' `` So we will to-morrow , '' said Daisy . `` Ask her , please , if I may take the kits into the house , if I 'll be very careful and give them a nice big bed to sleep in . '' `` She says you may ; but she must go too , else the kits will cry , '' said Wee , after listening to Pussy 's purr a minute . Much pleased with her new pets , Daisy took them in her apron , and , followed by their confiding mamma , marched to the house , and established them in the old cradle which used to be hers . Pussy got in also ; and , when they were settled on a soft cushion , Daisy rocked them gently to and fro . At first Mrs. Purr opened her yellow eyes , and looked rather anxious : but , as nothing uncomfortable happened , she composed herself , and soon quite liked the motion ; for she fell asleep , and made a pretty picture as she lay with her downy white babies on her downy white breast . When the sun rose next morning , he saw Daisy and Wee floating down the river in their boat . `` Bless me ! here 's company , '' said the sun , and began at once to make them welcome in his most charming manner . He set the waves to sparkling with a sudden shimmer ; he shot long rays of light through the dark hemlocks , till they looked like fairy trees ; he touched Daisy 's hair and it turned to gold ; he chased away the shadows that lurked among the hills ; he drew up the misty curtain that hovered over the river ; and , with the warmth of his kisses , waked the sleeping lilies .
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