Chapter 28
The FlaxTHE flax was in full bloom; it had pretty little blue
flowers as delicate as the wings of a moth, or even more so. The
sun shone, and the showers watered it; and this was just as good
for the flax as it is for little children to be washed and then
kissed by their mother. They look much prettier for it, and so did
the flax.
"People say that I look exceedingly well," said the flax,
"and that I am so fine and long that I shall make a beautiful piece
of linen. How fortunate I am; it makes me so happy, it is such a
pleasant thing to know that something can be made of me. How the
sunshine cheers me, and how sweet and refreshing is the rain; my
happiness overpowers me, no one in the world can feel happier than
I am."
"Ah, yes, no doubt," said the fern, "but you do
