shone, and how beautifully white its own leaves glistened:—oh! it could only think on the imprisoned bird, for whom it was incapable of doing any thing.
Then suddenly there came two little boys out of the garden, and one of them had a knife in his hand, large and sharp, like that with which the girl had cut the tulips. They came straight towards the little Daisy, who could not imagine what they wanted.
“Here we can cut a nice piece of turf for the lark,” said one of the boys, and began to cut out a square all around the Daisy, so that the flower stood in the very middle of it.
“Pull up the flower,” said one boy; and the Daisy trembled for very fear; for to be pulled up, why that was to die, and it wished to live, as it was to be put with the turf into the cage of the imprisoned lark.
“No, let it stay,” said the other boy; “it looks so pretty.” And so it remained, and was put into the cage with the lark.
But the poor bird bewailed loudly his
