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24 Chit-Chat by Puck.
thinking of the gorgeous flowers of the garden, and
felt a great longing to see them.
Next morning it prepared to set out on a journey
to the garden, and in spite of the little strawberry
flower shedding tears and begging it to stay at
home with her, it went.
In the splendid large garden, where many flowers
grew and withered, where many butterflies dallied
and flitted about, there grew a rose that had had its
petals painted by the day-dawn, and was the most
beautiful of all the flowers in the garden, though as
yet it only coyly blushed and partly hid itself in the
lap of the green calyx that nursed it.
The butterflies of the garden fluttered round the
rose and shook their left wings, meaning to say: “I
love you!” And they were all gorgeously clad—
some were dotted with gold, others variegated or
striped, and many glittered in all the colours of
the rainbow; but the rose closed its chalice to all
when they wanted to kiss it, and that astonished the
butterflies, for they were wont to sport freely with
all other flowers.
Soon the little butterfly from the hill with the
birchen wood arrived; it had no adornments, was
only clad in snowy white, on which there could not
be discovered the slightest spot or stripe. It was the
bridegroom of the little strawberry flower come to see
the beautiful garden; and when it beheld all the
gorgeous flowers and all the gaudy butterflies, it
thought of returning home at once, so shy and
bashful was it; but at last it summoned up courage,
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