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 was n't a rosy , stout Daisy ; but had been ill , and had fallen into a way of thinking she could n'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 could n't talk plainly ; and she still used the name because it suited the cheery little aunt so well . `` I do n't see anything , and the music has stopped . I think some elf just came to wake you up , and then flew away ; so we wo n't waste any more time in looking here , '' said Wee , as she finished dressing Daisy , who flew about like a Will-o ' - the-wisp all the while . `` Do you think it will come again to-morrow ? '' asked Daisy anxiously . `` I dare say you 'll hear it , if you wake in time . Now get your hat , and we will see what we can find down by the brook . I saw a great many fireflies there last night , and fancy there was a ball ; so we may find some drowsy elf among the buttercups and clover . '' Away rushed Daisy for her hat , and soon was walking gayly down the green lane , looking about her as if she had never been there before ; for every thing seemed wonderfully fresh and lovely . `` How pink the clouds are , and how the dew twinkles in the grass ! I never saw it so before , '' she said . `` Because by the time you are up the pretty pink clouds are gone , and the thirsty grass has drank the dew , or the sun has drawn it up to fall again at night for the flowers ' evening bath , '' replied Wee , watching the soft color that began to touch Daisy 's pale cheeks . `` I think we 'd better look under that cobweb spread like a tent over the white clovers . A fairy would be very likely to creep in there and sleep . ''
XXXXX knelt down and peeped carefully ; but all she saw was a little brown spider , who looked very much surprised to see visitors so early .
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