scattered sweet smelling-blossoms about her, until there was never such a sweet, clean, and fragrant little girl in the whole world.
And all this time she never opened her eyes. But no wonder, for if you are ever washed by fairies while you are asleep, you will find that you will never know it.
When all was done, and not a speck of dirt was to be seen any where on little Bridget, the fairies took her gently up and carried her to her mother's house, for they knew very well where she lived. There they laid her down on the doorstep, where it was both warm and shady, and they all scampered away as fast as their funny little legs could carry them.
It was now about the right time in the morning to get up, and very soon the front door opened and out came Aunt Ann, with a bucket on her arm, which she was going to fill at the well for the purpose of giving little Bridget her morning wash.
When Aunt Ann saw the little girl lying on the door step she was so astonished that she came very near dropping the bucket.
"Well, I never!" said she, "if it isn't little Bridget, and just as clean as a new pin! I do declare I believe the sweet innocent has jumped out of bed early, and gone and washed and combed herself, just to save me the trouble!"
Aunt Ann's voice was nothing like so soft and gentle as a fairy's, and it woke up little Bridget.
"You lovely, dear!" cried her Aunt, "I hadn't the least idea in the world that you were such a smart little thing, and there is no doubt but that you are now old enough to wash and dress yourself, and after this you may do it!"
So, after that, Bridget washed and dressed herself, and was just as happy as the birds, the butterflies, and flowers.
