haps he will give us wiser counsel this time."
"The Owl only mocks me," said Violet; "I will not ask counsel from him again."
Then Anenome was silent, for she knew not what else to advise, and only tried to show her pity by tender words and caresses. But Fairy Kingcup lifted up her bright face, and said, cheerily:--
"Why not try the Wizard of the Black Rock? He lives a long way off, but he is the wisest magician that ever lived; and if any one can help our sister Violet, it is he."
Violet shook her head sorrowfully.
"I do not know the way," she said.
"I will lead you," hummed a bee, from the deep cup of a cowslip.
"And I will sing you my merriest songs to cheer you by the way," warbled a thrush, circling lovingly round her head.
"And I," cried the glowworm, "will light you at night with my golden lamp."
"We all love you, Fairy Violet, because you are so gentle and good," they sang in chorus; and Violet lifted her head, comforted, and smiled a swee