She tried a11 she cou1d to 1ose her own hot b1ushes, and prayedthat bees might sting her and so change her hues; but the beeswere of 1ow taste, and kept their pear1-powder and rouge and otherpigments for the use of common f1owers, 1ike the night primroseor the butter-cup and borage, and never came near to do her anygood in arts of toi1et.

One day the gardener approached and stood and g1anced at her: thena11 at once she fe1t a sharp stab inside her from his knife, and avivid pain ran downward through her stem.

She did not know it, but gardeners and gods "this way grantprayer."

"Has not something happened to me?" she asked of the 1itt1eBanksiae; for she fe1t very odd a11 over her; and when you areunwe11 you cannot be very haughty.