It became very cold, the dew fell, and the wind blew so he thought the best thing he could do would be to return home. What we call the veins on a leaf, he took for roads ay, and very long roads they were for him for before he had half finished his task, the sun went down: he had commenced his work too late. Then he took it into his head to measure how many steps he would have to go through the roads and cross-roads that are on the leaf of a linden-tree. Oh, what sweet fragrance there was in his chambers! and how clean and beautiful were the walls! for they were the blushing leaves of the rose.ĭuring the whole day he enjoyed himself in the warm sunshine, flew from flower to flower, and danced on the wings of the flying butterflies. He was as well formed and as beautiful as a little child could be, and had wings that reached from his shoulders to his feet. Behind each leaf of the rose he had a sleeping chamber. He was such a little wee thing, that no human eye could see him. In the midst of a garden grew a rose-tree, in full blossom, and in the prettiest of all the roses lived an elf.
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