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 SOMETIMES I try to think which I like the best,—fairies or brownies or
Sometimes I say fairies, because they can change themselves into anything
they please. And sometimes I say brownies, because they are so very funny.
And then, again, I say pixies, because they are so very small they can live
in the flowers.
And so I really cannot tell which I do like best.
But one thing I know, and that is, the pixies have a very good chance to
find out where the good children live, because their little flower houses
are so often pulled and put into vases, just in the very room where the
children play, you see.
Now pixies really enjoy having their flower houses pulled and carried into
the children's homes, if only people remembered to pull the flowers with
long stems, so that
 they may have no fear of dropping into the water
when their flower houses are placed in vases to keep them fresh.
Now there was a little pixie once who wandered back to fairyland with every
thread of his pretty silken clothes dripping wet.
He said a little boy had pulled his pansy house while he was beneath the
velvet petals fast asleep. And the little boy had not only pulled his house
with a very short stem, but had actually dropped him down into a great,
large rose jar, instead of a small pansy vase, and when the little pixie
woke up, why, he was floating around on the top of the water, and his white
velvet suit, and his violet sash and cap, and his white slippers were
spoiled and dripping wet.
He tried his best to scramble up the smooth side of the rose jar, but he
slipped back every time until a dear little girl, who must have seen him,
lifted the pansy up out of the jar, and placed it in a pretty, little blue
vase. And the little pixie skipped out of the window as fast as ever
 he could, and hurried off to fairyland to get a new suit of clothes.
But he didn't forget about the little girl who helped him out of the jar.
Her name was Princess Wee,—because she was little, and because she was
and good like a real princess. All of the pixies loved her and wanted to do
something for her because she had helped the little pansy pixie out of the
"To-morrow is the little Princess Wee's birthday," said the pansy pixie,
flying from flower to flower, with his new, blue velvet clothes on. "I heard
her mother say so, and she is coming into the woods to gather wild flowers.
Let us all watch for her."
"Oh, you have the days mixed up," said a little daisy pixie, in white silk
suit and yellow sash. "I can see her coming across the grass now. What a
light, quick step she has,—what soft white hands!"
Then all the tiny flower pixies laughed with joy, waving gaily to her from
their flower homes, and throwing kisses,—one, two, three,—as on
"Come, pull our blossom homes," they
 cried; "we know your hands are gentle, and you pull long stems. Stay
and play with us in happy pixie land."
So the little Princess Wee smiled with joy at their kind invitation, and
seated herself on a flowery bank with her lap full of clovers and daisies
and shy, wild violets.
Then from every pretty flower a pixie jumped, and catching hands they danced
gaily round the little Princess Wee, their sashes of brown and purple and
yellow fluttering in the breeze. Pixies always wear sashes and slippers to
match the colours of the flowers in which they live.
Oh, but it is a beautiful sight to watch these pixies dance round and round
a pixie ring! Anyone who has sharp eyes can find the print of their tiny
feet in the woods, going round and round in the circle.
So swiftly and so lightly did they trip around the Princess Wee that she
fell fast asleep while watching them. And then each little pixie placed his
fingers to his lips, and the daisy pixies said, "Hush, she is asleep! We
will be very quiet and let her rest."
 Then they fanned her cheeks with perfumed flower petals, and some of
them hurried away and found a great, big toadstool umbrella, and placed it
over the Princess Wee's head, so that the sunshine might not awaken her.
"Come," said the clover-blossom pixies, "we will gather ferns and leaves and
make a coverlet for her feet too, so that she may not catch a cold while
sleeping in pixie land."
"And, oh!" whispered the pansy pixie, let us make a surprise for her when
she awakes. Let us make the little Princess Wee a play-house."
"Yes, let's do!" said the violet pixies. "We will build it all around her
while she sleeps."
And so they did. With pink shells and smooth, white pebbles they marked off
the rooms, and in every room they placed a carpet of soft green moss, fit
for a princess to tread upon, and there were gray granite stones with mossy
cushions too, which made delightful chairs.
And then the pixies peeped beneath the toadstool umbrella, but still the
 eyes of the princess were closed and her lips were parted
in a smile—perhaps she dreamed of the pixies, who knows?
"Come!” said the violet pixie, we have made the playhouse, but where are the
playthings? Perhaps she would like a doll and a tea-party."
"Yes, yes!" replied the daisy pixies, "and a large, flat rock will do for
the table. Let us search for dishes,—where shall we find them? Hurry,
before she wakes!"
Then up the tall oak trees they scampered to find the largest acorns, whose
caps made beautiful saucers for green acorn cups scooped out by the
pixies,—as smooth and delicate as the finest china.
Nasturtium leaves were round like plates, and matched the cups and saucers;
and beneath the roots of the heartleaves they searched for dainty, hidden
brown pitchers, which held fresh water, cool and sweet.
The bees gave honey for the party, and there was pixie cake and fruit and
candy, made from pollen and nectar juice. But where was the doll, if it was
to be a doll-party?
 The violet pixies looked at the daisy pixies and the daisy pixies looked
at the clover pixies,—but only for a moment; then they all scampered
the fields of waving corn and found, oh, so many little corn babies, with
long silken dresses and charming little faces which the pixies marked
themselves—eyes and nose and mouth.
And only guess what they made from the corn stalks! Doll beds and doll
chairs and doll cradles!
Surely these would make Princess Wee clap her hands in joy.
And when they came back,—yes, the princess was rubbing her eyes, and
she sat up and looked around, she opened her eyes very wide, because she was
so surprised to see such a beautiful play-house built all round her, and a
doll-party, and all the corn-silk babies waiting for her at the table.
So Princess Wee sat at the head and held the smallest baby, and poured fresh
water from the heartleaf pitchers, and drank from the tiny acorn cups, and
ate pixie cake and
 fruit and candy from dainty green leaf plates.
Now wasn't that a beautiful birthday party that the flower pixies gave to
the Princess Wee, because she was so kind and good?