Well, night came, and the pixies' teeny weeny bits of elfin babies grew sleepy. They must have bawled, though of course big ears like yours and mine couldn't have heard them, for all of a sudden all the little pixies scampered home, crying,
"Coming,
My teeny one,
Coming,
My weeny one,
Watch glowworm
Bright,
My speck of delight!"
And then the cleverest little pixie mother among them thought of something. "Let's lay them in those lovely cradles," said she; "they'll be as safe as a bug in a rose while we are greeting the queen." She at once picked up her baby and ran back with it to the garden. And so did the others with theirs. They laid the tiny babies in the tulip cups and sang them to rest. The tulips rocked to and fro in the wind and made music for the lullaby. The little old woman washing her teacup caught a note of the music and singing, and stopped her clatter to listen, it was so sweet.
As soon as the elfin babies were fast asleep, the pixies tripped lightly off on the very tiptop tips of their toes. The silver Moon was rising, and they were just in time to form a ring on the green and
