yet so glad at heart, she looked at the flowers over in the garden: they had beheld the honor and the happiness that had befallen her; they would surely comprehend, she thought, what a joy it was to her; but there stood the tulips as stiff again as before, looking quite prim, and they were, too, quite red in the face; for they were vexed. But the peonies looked so thick-headed! ah! it was a good thing they could not speak, otherwise the Daisy would have heard a fine speech. The poor little flower, however, could see very plainly that they were not in a good humor, and she was heartily sorry for it. At this moment a maiden came into the garden with a knife in her hand, sharp and polished; she went among the tulips, and cut off one after the other.
“Ah!” sighed the little Daisy, “this is really terrible; now it is all over with them.”
Then the girl with the tulips went away. The Daisy was glad that it was standing out there in the grass, and was but a poor
