You are too old to be rocked in your green cradle longer , and should be out among your sister flowers , '' said Thistle , as he lay idly in the shadow of the tree . `` My little bud is not yet strong enough to venture forth , '' replied the rose , as she bent fondly over it ; `` the sunlight and the rain would blight her tender form , were she to blossom now , but soon she will be fit to bear them ; till then she is content to rest beside her mother , and to wait . '' `` You silly flower , '' said Thistledown , `` see how quickly I will make you bloom ! your waiting is all useless . '' And speaking thus , he pulled rudely apart the folded leaves , and laid them open to the sun and air ; while the rose mother implored the cruel Fairy to leave her little bud untouched . `` It is my first , my only one , '' said she , `` and I have watched over it with such care , hoping it would soon bloom beside me ; and now you have destroyed it . How could you harm the little helpless one , that never did aught to injure you ? '' And while her tears fell like summer rain , she drooped in grief above the little bud , and sadly watched it fading in the sunlight ; but Thistledown , heedless of the sorrow he had given , spread his wings and flew away . Soon the sky grew dark , and heavy drops began to fall . Then Thistle hastened to the lily , for her cup was deep , and the white leaves fell like curtains over the fragrant bed ; he was a dainty little Elf , and could not sleep among the clovers and bright buttercups . But when he asked the flower to unfold her leaves and take him in , she turned her pale , soft face away , and answered sadly , `` I must shield my little drooping sisters whom you have harmed , and can not let you in . '' Then Thistledown was very angry , and turned to find shelter among the stately roses ; but they showed their sharp thorns , and , while their rosy faces glowed with anger , told him to begone , or they would repay him for the wrong he had done their gentle kindred . He would have stayed to harm them , but the rain fell fast , and he hurried away , saying , `` The tulips will take me in , for I have praised their beauty , and they are vain and foolish flowers . '' But when he came , all wet and cold , praying for shelter among their thick leaves , they only laughed and said scornfully , `` We know you , and will not let you in , for you are false and cruel , and will only bring us sorrow . You need not come to us for another mantle , when the rain has spoilt your fine one ; and do not stay here , or we will do you harm . '' Then they waved their broad leaves stormily , and scattered the heavy drops on his dripping garments . `` Now must I go to the humble daisies and blue violets , '' said Thistle , `` they will be glad to let in so fine a Fairy , and I shall die in this cold wind and rain . '' So away he flew , as fast as his heavy wings would bear him , to the daisies ; but they nodded their heads wisely , and closed their leaves yet closer , saying sharply , -- `` Go away with yourself , and do not imagine we will open our leaves to you , and spoil our seeds by letting in the rain . It serves you rightly ; to gain our love and confidence , and repay it by such cruelty ! You will find no shelter here for one whose careless hand wounded our little friend Violet , and broke the truest heart that ever beat in a flower 's breast .
We are very angry with you , wicked Fairy ; XXXXX away and hide yourself . ''
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