THE BLUEBELL . 251 



It would say to itself : 



" What a beautiful blue sky ! " 



But at night it loved the sky even more. 



For a bright star came and smiled at the 

 flower. 



All day long the flower enjoyed the blue 

 sky. 



All day long she thought of the bright star. 



Then, when night came, she remembered the 

 blue sky. 



And she was happy in the light of the star. 



Then a strange thing happened. 



The little flower turned blue as the sky. 



And one morning it found in its blue cup a 

 drop of dew. 



And the dewdrop shone like the star ! 



Little children, too, grow to be like what they 

 love. 



" Pray, where have the charming bluebells gone, 

 That lately bloomed in the wood ? 



Why, the little fairies have each taken one, 

 And put it on for a hood." 



Little Flower Folks. 



