. The house of joy . , and one bird chirped in its sleepamong the trees. All at once there rang a soft sound oflamentation among the roses in the rose-garden ; again and again, like the cry ofmany gentle wounded things in pain. Thegardener and his wife went and opened thedoor : they had to tell the bees of thefairys death. They looked out underthe twilight, into the garden they loved. 34 The House of Joy Drip, drip, drip came the soundof steady weeping under the leaves. Peer-ing out through the shadows they saw allthe rose-trees rocking themselves softly forgrief, Snow ? said his wife to her m
. The house of joy . , and one bird chirped in its sleepamong the trees. All at once there rang a soft sound oflamentation among the roses in the rose-garden ; again and again, like the cry ofmany gentle wounded things in pain. Thegardener and his wife went and opened thedoor : they had to tell the bees of thefairys death. They looked out underthe twilight, into the garden they loved. 34 The House of Joy Drip, drip, drip came the soundof steady weeping under the leaves. Peer-ing out through the shadows they saw allthe rose-trees rocking themselves softly forgrief, Snow ? said his wife to her man. But it was not snow. Under the dawn all the roses in thegarden had turned white ; for they knewthat the fairy was dead. The gardener and his wife woke the bees,and told them of the fairys death ; thenthey looked in each others faces, and sawthat they, too, had become white and grey. With gentle eyes the old couple tookhands, and went down into the garden togather white roses for the market. THE WHITE KING TO KATE.
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