Once upon a time, there lived an old woman in a little house. She had a bed of beautiful striped tulips in her garden. One night she heard the sounds of sweet singing and babies laughing. She looked out at the window. Perhaps the sound was coming from the tulip bed, but she could see nothing. The next morning she walked in her garden, but there was no sign of anyone having been there the night before. On the following night, she was again awakened by sweet singing and babies laughing. She rose and stole softly through her garden. The moon was shining brightly on the tulip bed, and the flowers were swaying to and from. Then she saw something unusual. She saw a little fairy mother who was crooning and rocking the flower like a cradle, while in each tulip cup lay a little fairy baby laughing and playing. The old woman came back to her house, and she never picked a tulip, nor did allow her neighbours to touch the flowers. The tulip grew more substantial in size, and they gave out a delicious perfume They began, too, to bloom all the year round. Every night the little fairy moth beautiful, for the fairies ers caressed their babies and rocked them to sleep in the flower cups. Then a day came when the old woman died, and the tulip -bed was torn up by folks and parsley was planted there instead of the flowers But the parsley withered, and so did the other plants in the garden and from that time nothing would grow there. But the good old woman’s grave became beautiful because the fairies sang above it and kept it green, while on the grave and all around it there sprang up tulips, daffodils, and other lovely flowers. The old woman was innocent and pure -the heart.
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