` What will you eat ? There 's nothing here or for miles round . I really think you 'll starve , birdie , ' said I. `` Then he laughed , and gave me a merry look as he lit on a tall , dry weed near by . He shook it hard with his little bill ; when down fell a shower of seeds , and there was dinner all ready on a snow-white cloth . All the while he ate he kept looking up at me with his quick , bright eyes ; and , when he had done , he said , as plainly as a bird could say it : '' ` Cold winds may blow , And snows may fall , But well we know God cares for all . ' '' `` I like that little story , and shall always think of it when I hear the chick-a-dee-dee . '' Daisy sat a moment with a thoughtful look in her eyes ; then she said slowly , as if sorry for the words : `` It is n't a stupid , grown-up world . It 's a very pleasant , young world ; and I like it a great deal better this morning than I did last night . '' `` I 'm glad of that ; and , even if we do n't find our fairy to-day , you will have found some sunshine , Daisy , and that is almost as good . Now put in the berries , and we 'll go on . '' How they hunted ! They climbed trees to peep into squirrel-holes and birds ' - nests ; they chased bees and butterflies to ask for news of the elves ; they waded in the brook , hoping to catch a water-sprite ; they ran after thistle-down , fancying a fairy might be astride ; they searched the flowers and ferns , questioned sun and wind , listened to robin and thrush ; but no one could tell them any thing of the little people , though all had gay and charming bits of news about themselves . And Daisy thought the world got younger and happier every minute . When they came in to breakfast , papa and mamma looked at Daisy , and then nodded with a smile at Aunt Wee ; for , though Daisy 's frock was soiled , her boots wet , and her hair tumbled , her cheeks were rosy , eyes bright , and voice so cheerful that they thought it better music than any in the summer world without . `` Hunting fairies is a pleasant play , is n't it , Daisy ? '' said papa , as he tasted the berries , and admired the green basket . `` Oh , yes ! and we are going again to-morrow . Aunt Wee says we must try seven days at least . I like it , and mean to keep on till I really find my fairy . ''
`` I think you will find something better than ` little vanishers , ' dear , '' said mamma , filling up the bowl of bread and milk which XXXXX was fast emptying ; for she certainly had found an appetite .
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