Aunt Wee drew her to the glass, and said, as she pointed to Daisy's face,—
"Here they are, and their names are Health and Happiness. There are many ways of losing them, and they are hard to catch when once lost. I wanted you to keep both, and tried to show you how. A happy, healthful hour in the morning sweetens and brightens the whole day; and there is no fairy-book half so wonderful as the lovely world all about us, if we only know how to read it."
"Then all these mornings we were hunting after health and happiness, instead of fairies, were we?"
"Yes: haven't you enjoyed it, and don't you think you have caught my fairies?"
Daisy looked from a little picture of herself, which Wee had drawn some time ago, to her image in the glass. One was dull and sad, pale and cross; the other, rosy, gay, and smiling,—the likeness of a happy, hearty little girl, wide-awake and in good tune. She understood the kind joke; and, turning, kissed Aunt Wee, as she said, gratefully,—
"I think I have caught your elves, and I'll try to keep them all my life. But tell me one thing : was the music that woke me all a joke too?"
"No, dear: here it is, and now it is your own; for you have learned to wake and listen to it."
Daisy looked, and saw Aunt Wee lean from the window, and take out of a hollow nook, in the old tree close by, a little box. She set it on the table, touched a spring, and the airy music sounded more beautiful than ever.
"Is it mine, all mine?" cried Daisy.
"Yes: I hid it while I tried my little plan, and now you shall have it for your own. See, here is the best elf
