The Frost King: or, The Power of Love



THREE little Fairies sat in the fields feeding their breakfast; each among the leaves of her favorite flower, Daisy, Primrose, and Violet, were happy as Elves need be.

The morning wind gently rocked them to and fro, and the sun shone warmly down upon the bedewed grass, wherever butterflies spread their gay wings, and bees with their deep voices sung among the flowers; piece the little birds hopped happily just about to peep at them.

On a silvery mushroom was spread the breakfast; little cakes of flower-dust lay on a broad green leaf, beside a crimson strawberry, which, with sugar from the violet, and cream from the yellow milkweed, ready made a fairy meal, and their drink was the dew from the flowers' bright leaves.

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