Little Ida’s Flowers

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My poor flowers are quite dead,” said little Ida, “they were so pretty yesterday
evening, and now all the leaves are hanging down quite withered. What do they
do that for,” she asked, of the student who sat on the sofa; she liked him very
much, he could tell the most amusing stories, and cut out the prettiest pictures;
hearts, and ladies dancing, castles with doors that opened, as well as flowers;
he was a delightful student. “Why do the flowers look so faded to-day?” she asked
again, and pointed to her nosegay, which was quite withered.

“Don’t you know what is the matter with them?” said the student. “The flowers
were at a ball last night, and therefore, it is no wonder they hang their heads.”

“But flowers cannot dance?” cried little Ida.

“Yes indeed, they can,” replied the student. “When it grows dark, and everybody
is asleep, they jump about quite merrily. They have a ball almost every night.”

“Can children go to these balls?”

“Yes,” said the student, “little daisies and lilies of the valley.”

  • “Where do the beautiful flowers dance?” asked little Ida.

    “Have you not often seen the large castle outside the gates of the town, where
    the king lives in summer, and where the beautiful garden is full of flowers?
    And have you not fed the swans with bread when they swam towards you? Well,
    the flowers have capital balls there, believe me.”

    “I was in the garden out there yesterday with my mother,” said Ida, “but all
    the leaves were off the trees, and there was not a single flower left. Where
    are they? I used to see so many in the summer.”

    “They are in the castle,” replied the student. “You must know that as soon
    as the king and all the court are gone into the town, the flowers run out of
    the garden into the castle, and you should see how merry they are. The two most
    beautiful roses seat themselves on the throne, and are called the king and queen,
    then all the red cockscombs range themselves on each side, and bow, these are
    the lords-in-waiting. After that the pretty flowers come in, and there is a
    grand ball. The blue violets represent little naval cadets, and dance with hyacinths
    and crocuses which they call young ladies. The tulips and tiger-lilies are the
    old ladies who sit and watch the dancing, so that everything may be conducted
    with order and propriety.”

    “But,” said little Ida, “is there no one there to hurt the flowers for dancing
    in the king’s castle?”

    “No one knows anything about it,” said the student. “The old steward of the
    castle, who has to watch there at night, sometimes comes in; but he carries
    a great bunch of keys, and as soon as the flowers hear the keys rattle, they
    run and hide themselves behind the long curtains, and stand quite still, just
    peeping their heads out. Then the old steward says, ‘I smell flowers here,’
    but he cannot see them.”

    “Oh how capital,” said little Ida, clapping her hands. “Should I be able to
    see these flowers?”

    “Yes,” said the student, “mind you think of it the next time you go out, no
    doubt you will see them, if you peep through the window. I did so to-day, and
    I saw a long yellow lily lying stretched out on the sofa. She was a court lady.”

    “Can the flowers from the Botanical Gardens go to these balls?” asked Ida.
    “It is such a distance!”

    “Oh yes,” said the student “whenever they like, for they can fly. Have you
    not seen those beautiful red, white. and yellow butterflies, that look like
    flowers? They were flowers once. They have flown off their stalks into the air,
    and flap their leaves as if they were little wings to make them fly. Then, if
    they behave well, they obtain permission to fly about during the day, instead
    of being obliged to sit still on their stems at home, and so in time their leaves
    become real wings. It may be, however, that the flowers in the Botanical Gardens
    have never been to the king’s palace, and, therefore, they know nothing of the
    merry doings at night, which take place there. I will tell you what to do, and
    the botanical professor, who lives close by here, will be so surprised. You
    know him very well, do you not? Well, next time you go into his garden, you
    must tell one of the flowers that there is going to be a grand ball at the castle,
    then that flower will tell all the others, and they will fly away to the castle
    as soon as possible. And when the professor walks into his garden, there will
    not be a single flower left. How he will wonder what has become of them!”

    “But how can one flower tell another? Flowers cannot speak?”

    “No, certainly not,” replied the student; “but they can make signs. Have you
    not often seen that when the wind blows they nod at one another, and rustle
    all their green leaves?”

    “Can the professor understand the signs?” asked Ida.

    “Yes, to be sure he can. He went one morning into his garden, and saw a stinging
    nettle making signs with its leaves to a beautiful red carnation. It was saying,
    ‘You are so pretty, I like you very much.’ But the professor did not approve
    of such nonsense, so he clapped his hands on the nettle to stop it. Then the
    leaves, which are its fingers, stung him so sharply that he has never ventured
    to touch a nettle since.”

    “Oh how funny!” said Ida, and she laughed.

    “How can anyone put such notions into a child’s head?” said a tiresome lawyer,
    who had come to pay a visit, and sat on the sofa. He did not like the student,
    and would grumble when he saw him cutting out droll or amusing pictures. Sometimes
    it would be a man hanging on a gibbet and holding a heart in his hand as if
    he had been stealing hearts. Sometimes it was an old witch riding through the
    air on a broom and carrying her husband on her nose. But the lawyer did not
    like such jokes, and he would say as he had just said, “How can anyone put such
    nonsense into a child’s head! what absurd fancies there are!”

    But to little Ida, all these stories which the student told her about the flowers,
    seemed very droll, and she thought over them a great deal. The flowers did hang
    their heads, because they had been dancing all night, and were very tired, and
    most likely they were ill. Then she took them into the room where a number of
    toys lay on a pretty little table, and the whole of the table drawer besides
    was full of beautiful things. Her doll Sophy lay in the doll’s bed asleep, and
    little Ida said to her, “You must really get up Sophy, and be content to lie
    in the drawer to-night; the poor flowers are ill, and they must lie in your
    bed, then perhaps they will get well again.” So she took the doll out, who looked
    quite cross, and said not a single word, for she was angry at being turned out
    of her bed. Ida placed the flowers in the doll’s bed, and drew the quilt over
    them. Then she told them to lie quite still and be good, while she made some
    tea for them, so that they might be quite well and able to get up the next morning.
    And she drew the curtains close round the little bed, so that the sun might
    not shine in their eyes. During the whole evening she could not help thinking
    of what the student had told her. And before she went to bed herself, she was
    obliged to peep behind the curtains into the garden where all her mother’s beautiful
    flowers grew, hyacinths and tulips, and many others. Then she whispered to them
    quite softly, “I know you are going to a ball to-night.” But the flowers appeared
    as if they did not understand, and not a leaf moved; still Ida felt quite sure
    she knew all about it. She lay awake a long time after she was in bed, thinking
    how pretty it must be to see all the beautiful flowers dancing in the king’s
    garden. “I wonder if my flowers have really been there,” she said to herself,
    and then she fell asleep. In the night she awoke; she had been dreaming of the
    flowers and of the student, as well as of the tiresome lawyer who found fault
    with him. It was quite still in Ida’s bedroom; the night-lamp burnt on the table,
    and her father and mother were asleep. “I wonder if my flowers are still lying
    in Sophy’s bed,” she thought to herself; “how much I should like to know.” She
    raised herself a little, and glanced at the door of the room where all her flowers
    and playthings lay; it was partly open, and as she listened, it seemed as if
    some one in the room was playing the piano, but softly and more prettily than
    she had ever before heard it. “Now all the flowers are certainly dancing in
    there,” she thought, “oh how much I should like to see them,” but she did not
    dare move for fear of disturbing her father and mother. “If they would only
    come in here,” she thought; but they did not come, and the music continued to
    play so beautifully, and was so pretty, that she could resist no longer. She
    crept out of her little bed, went softly to the door and looked into the room.
    Oh what a splendid sight there was to be sure! There was no night-lamp burning,
    but the room appeared quite light, for the moon shone through the window upon
    the floor, and made it almost like day. All the hyacinths and tulips stood in
    two long rows down the room, not a single flower remained in the window, and
    the flower-pots were all empty. The flowers were dancing gracefully on the floor,
    making turns and holding each other by their long green leaves as they swung
    round. At the piano sat a large yellow lily which little Ida was sure she had
    seen in the summer, for she remembered the student saying she was very much
    like Miss Lina, one of Ida’s friends. They all laughed at him then, but now
    it seemed to little Ida as if the tall, yellow flower was really like the young
    lady. She had just the same manners while playing, bending her long yellow face
    from side to side, and nodding in time to the beautiful music. Then she saw
    a large purple crocus jump into the middle of the table where the playthings
    stood, go up to the doll’s bedstead and draw back the curtains; there lay the
    sick flowers, but they got up directly, and nodded to the others as a sign that
    they wished to dance with them. The old rough doll, with the broken mouth, stood
    up and bowed to the pretty flowers. They did not look ill at all now, but jumped
    about and were very merry, yet none of them noticed little Ida. Presently it
    seemed as if something fell from the table. Ida looked that way, and saw a slight
    carnival rod jumping down among the flowers as if it belonged to them; it was,
    however, very smooth and neat, and a little wax doll with a broad brimmed hat
    on her head, like the one worn by the lawyer, sat upon it. The carnival rod
    hopped about among the flowers on its three red stilted feet, and stamped quite
    loud when it danced the Mazurka; the flowers could not perform this dance, they
    were too light to stamp in that manner. All at once the wax doll which rode
    on the carnival rod seemed to grow larger and taller, and it turned round and
    said to the paper flowers, “How can you put such things in a child’s head? they
    are all foolish fancies;” and then the doll was exactly like the lawyer with
    the broad brimmed hat, and looked as yellow and as cross as he did; but the
    paper dolls struck him on his thin legs, and he shrunk up again and became quite
    a little wax doll. This was very amusing, and Ida could not help laughing. The
    carnival rod went on dancing, and the lawyer was obliged to dance also. It was
    no use, he might make himself great and tall, or remain a little wax doll with
    a large black hat; still he must dance. Then at last the other flowers interceded
    for him, especially those who had lain in the doll’s bed, and the carnival rod
    gave up his dancing. At the same moment a loud knocking was heard in the drawer,
    where Ida’s doll Sophy lay with many other toys. Then the rough doll ran to
    the end of the table, laid himself flat down upon it, and began to pull the
    drawer out a little way.

    Then Sophy raised himself, and looked round quite astonished, “There must be
    a ball here to-night,” said Sophy. “Why did not somebody tell me?”

    “Will you dance with me?” said the rough doll.

    “You are the right sort to dance with, certainly,” said she, turning her back
    upon him.

    Then she seated herself on the edge of the drawer, and thought that perhaps
    one of the flowers would ask her to dance; but none of them came. Then she coughed,
    “Hem, hem, a-hem;” but for all that not one came. The shabby doll now danced
    quite alone, and not very badly, after all. As none of the flowers seemed to
    notice Sophy, she let herself down from the drawer to the floor, so as to make
    a very great noise. All the flowers came round her directly, and asked if she
    had hurt herself, especially those who had lain in her bed. But she was not
    hurt at all, and Ida’s flowers thanked her for the use of the nice bed, and
    were very kind to her. They led her into the middle of the room, where the moon
    shone, and danced with her, while all the other flowers formed a circle round
    them. Then Sophy was very happy, and said they might keep her bed; she did not
    mind lying in the drawer at all. But the flowers thanked her very much, and

    “We cannot live long. To-morrow morning we shall be quite dead; and you must
    tell little Ida to bury us in the garden, near to the grave of the canary; then,
    in the summer we shall wake up and be more beautiful than ever.”

    “No, you must not die,” said Sophy, as she kissed the flowers.

    Then the door of the room opened, and a number of beautiful flowers danced
    in. Ida could not imagine where they could come from, unless they were the flowers
    from the king’s garden. First came two lovely roses, with little golden crowns
    on their heads; these were the king and queen. Beautiful stocks and carnations
    followed, bowing to every one present. They had also music with them. Large
    poppies and peonies had pea-shells for instruments, and blew into them till
    they were quite red in the face. The bunches of blue hyacinths and the little
    white snowdrops jingled their bell-like flowers, as if they were real bells.
    Then came many more flowers: blue violets, purple heart’s-ease, daisies, and
    lilies of the valley, and they all danced together, and kissed each other. It
    was very beautiful to behold.

    At last the flowers wished each other good-night. Then little Ida crept back
    into her bed again, and dreamt of all she had seen. When she arose the next
    morning, she went quickly to the little table, to see if the flowers were still
    there. She drew aside the curtains of the little bed. There they all lay, but
    quite faded; much more so than the day before. Sophy was lying in the drawer
    where Ida had placed her; but she looked very sleepy.

    “Do you remember what the flowers told you to say to me?” said little Ida.
    But Sophy looked quite stupid, and said not a single word.

    “You are not kind at all,” said Ida; “and yet they all danced with you.”

    Then she took a little paper box, on which were painted beautiful birds, and
    laid the dead flowers in it.

    “This shall be your pretty coffin,” she said; “and by and by, when my cousins
    come to visit me, they shall help me to bury you out in the garden; so that
    next summer you may grow up again more beautiful than ever.”

    Her cousins were two good-tempered boys, whose names were James and Adolphus.
    Their father had given them each a bow and arrow, and they had brought them
    to show Ida. She told them about the poor flowers which were dead; and as soon
    as they obtained permission, they went with her to bury them. The two boys walked
    first, with their crossbows on their shoulders, and little Ida followed, carrying
    the pretty box containing the dead flowers. They dug a little grave in the garden.
    Ida kissed her flowers and then laid them, with the box, in the earth. James
    and Adolphus then fired their crossbows over the grave, as they had neither
    guns nor cannons.