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The Dream-Fairies lifted Sweet-One-Darling carefully out of her cradle; then their wings went "whir-r-r, whir-r-r" you 've heard a green fly buzzing against a window-pane, have n't you? That was the kind of whirring noise the Dream-Fairies' wings made, with the pleasing difference that the Dream-Fairies' wings produced a soft, soothing music.
Sweet-One-Darling was so distressed that her cunning little underlip drooped and quivered perceptibly. She feared that her indecision would forfeit her the friendship of both the Dream-Fairies. "You have no need to feel troubled," said Frisk-and-Glitter, "for you are not expected to make any choice between us. We have our own way of determining the question, as you shall presently understand."
I more than half believe this myself, for I have noticed that it is while the cricket is chirping that the Dream-Fairies come with their wonderful sights that seem oftentimes very real. Sweet-One-Darling heard the voice of the cricket, and may be she knew what it meant.
"That is easy enough to answer," said Gleam-o'-the-Murk. "We Dream-Fairies know all about it. Before he got into the Doctor-Man's box little Our-Golden-Son lived in the Moon. That's where all little babies live before the Doctor-Man brings them." "Did I live there before the Doctor-Man brought me?" asked Sweet-One-Darling. "Of course you did," said Gleam-o'-the-Murk.
You can depend upon it that Sweet-One-Darling had a delightful time riding through the cool night air in the arms of those Dream-Fairies; it was a good deal like being a bird, only the Dream-Fairies flew very much faster than any bird can fly.
May be and it is quite likely that with all the other wonderful things she knew, Sweet-One-Darling understood about the arrangement that existed between the cricket and the Dream-Fairies. At any rate, just as soon as she heard that cricket give its signal note she smiled a smile of gratification and looked very wise, indeed as much as to say: "The cricket and I know a thing worth knowing."
That 's how you came, little Our-Golden-Son, and it was very good of the Doctor-Man to bring you, was n't it?" Little Our-Golden-Son was much pleased with this explanation. As for Sweet-One-Darling, she was hardly satisfied with what the nurse had told. So that night when the fairies the Dream-Fairies came, she repeated the nurse's words to them.
"They are lying in the embowered nooks, near the fountains, upon the velvety hillocks, amid the flowers, under the trees, and upon the broad leaves of the lilies in the silver lakes. How cunning and plump and sweet they are I must take some of them back with me!" If they had not been afraid of waking the babies the Dream-Fairies would have laughed uproariously at this suggestion.
The cricket under the honeysuckle by the window heard this music and saw the Dream-Fairies carrying Sweet-One-Darling away. "Be sure to bring her back again," said the cricket, for he was a sociable little fellow and was very fond of little children.
"I saw you there a long, long time before the Doctor-Man brought you." "But I thought that the Moon was a big, round soda-cracker," said Sweet-One-Darling. That made the Dream-Fairies laugh. "And how big is the Moon?" asked Sweet-One-Darling. "Is it as big as this room?" "Oh, very, very much bigger," said the Dream-Fairies. "I guess it must be as big as a house," suggested Sweet-One-Darling.
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