Morning Glories
by
“What’s that?”–and Daisy sat up in her little bed to listen; for she had never heard a sound like it before.
It was very early, and the house was still. The sun was just rising, and the morning-glories at the window were turning their blue and purple cups to catch the welcome light. The sky was full of rosy clouds; dew shone like diamonds on the waving grass, and the birds were singing as they only sing at dawn. But softer, sweeter than any bird-voice was the delicate music which Daisy heard. So airy and gay was the sound, it seemed impossible to lie still with that fairy dancing-tune echoing through the room. Out of bed scrambled Daisy, her sleepy eyes opening wider and wider with surprise and pleasure as she listened and wondered.
“Where is it?” she said, popping her head out of the window. The morning-glories only danced lightly on their stems, the robins chirped shrilly in the garden below, and the wind gave Daisy a kiss; but none of them answered her, and still the lovely music sounded close beside her.
“It’s a new kind of bird, perhaps; or maybe it’s a fairy hidden somewhere. Oh, if it is how splendid it will be!” cried Daisy; and she began to look carefully in all the colored cups, under the leaves of the woodbine, and in the wren’s nest close by. There was neither fairy nor bird to be seen; and Daisy stood wondering, when a voice cried out from below:
“Why, little nightcap, what brings you out of your bed so early?”
“O Aunt Wee! do you hear it–that pretty music playing somewhere near! I can’t find it; but I think it’s a fairy, don’t you?” said Daisy, looking down at the young lady standing in the garden with her hands full of roses.
Aunt Wee listened, smiled, and shook her head.
“Don’t you remember you said last night that you thought the world a very stupid, grown-up place, because there were no giants and fairies in it now? Well, perhaps there are fairies, and they are going to show themselves to you, if you watch well.”
Daisy clapped her hands, and danced about on her little bare feet; for, of all things in the world, she most wanted to see a fairy.
“What must I do to find them, Aunt Wee?” she cried, popping out her head again with her cap half off, and her curly hair blowing in the wind.
“Why, you see, they frolic all night, and go to sleep at dawn; so we must get up very early, if we want to catch the elves awake. They are such delicate, fly-away little things, and we are so big and clumsy, we shall have to look carefully, and perhaps hunt a long time before we find even one,” replied Aunt Wee, very gravely.
“Mamma says I’m quick at finding things; and you know all about fairies, so I guess we’ll catch one. Can’t we begin now? It’s very early, and this music has waked me up; so I don’t want to sleep any more. Will you begin to hunt now?”
“But you don’t like to get up early, or to walk in the fields; and, if we mean to catch a fairy, we must be up and out by sunrise every fair morning till we get one. Can you do this, lazy Daisy?” And Aunt Wee smiled to herself as if something pleased her very much.
“Oh! I will, truly, get up, and not fret a bit, if you’ll only help me look. Please come now to dress me, and see if you can find what makes the music.”
Daisy was very much in earnest, and in such a hurry to be off that she could hardly stand still to have her hair brushed, and thought there were a great many unnecessary buttons and strings on her clothes that day. Usually she lay late, got up slowly and fretted at every thing as little girls are apt to do when they have had too much sleep. She wasn’t a rosy, stout Daisy; but had been ill, and had fallen into a way of thinking she couldn’t do anything but lie about, reading fairy-tales, and being petted by every one. Mamma and papa had tried all sorts of things to amuse and do her good; for she was their only little daughter, and they loved her very dearly. But nothing pleased her long; and she lounged about, pale and fretful, till Aunt Laura came. Daisy called her “Wee” when she was a baby, and couldn’t talk plainly; and she still used the name because it suited the cheery little aunt so well.