She tried all she could to lose her own warm blushes, and prayedthat bees might sting her and so change her hues; but the beeswere of low taste, and kept their diamond-powder and rouge and otherpigments for the use of common flowers, like the evening primroseor the cheese-cup and borage, and never came near to do her anygood in arts of toilet.

0ne day the gardener approached and stood and looked at her: thenall at once she felt 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 littleBanksiae; for she felt somewhat odd all over her; and when you areunwell you cannot be somewhat haughty.