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'Don't go to Paris!' the old clergyman warned her. She was always laughing or singing and twining red flowers in her black hair.

The birds could get there but she, never!Īmong the village children was a little ragged, poor girl, but a pretty one to look at. Of all these Paris was the most splendid and the mightiest. The land stretched out, world-wide, with vineyards, forests and great cities. Even the fly could look about more in the world, far beyond the Dryad's horizon.įrance was so great and so glorious, but she could only look across a little piece of it. But in her heart the sting remained that the bird, that every animal that could fly, was much better off than she. She felt so happy in beautiful France, the fruitful land of genius, with the crater of freedom. In the clouds that went sailing by she saw, picture by picture, everything that she heard talked about. The village children listened attentively, and the Dryad no less attentively she became a school-child with the rest. Then the Dryad heard of the shepherd girl, Joan of Arc, and of Charlotte Corday she heard about Henry the Fourth, and Napoleon the First she heard names whose echo sounds in the hearts of the people. It was glorious but most glorious of all when the old clergyman sat under the oak tree and talked of France, and of the great deeds of her sons and daughters, whose names will be mentioned with admiration through all time. 'One ought to see these things one's self.' But how was the Dryad ever to see such beings? She was obliged to be satisfied with being able to look over the beautiful country and see the busy industry of men. The swallow could describe all that very well, but, 'Self is the man,' she said. They said nothing at all they were so clever!Īnd the swallow, who had dived, told about the pretty little goldfish, of the thick turbot, the fat brill, and the old carp. Down in the water dwelt also living beings, which, in their way, could fly under the water from one place to another-beings with knowledge and delineation.

They told of the village, of the vineyard, of the forest, of the old castle with its parks and canals and ponds. The Dryad rejoiced in her life, and rejoiced in the sunshine, and the singing of the birds but she was most rejoiced at human voices she understood the language of men as well as she understood that of animals.īutterflies, cockchafers, dragon-flies, everything that could fly came to pay a visit. Several times it was also, as it must be, well shaken by the wind and the rain for that is a part of education. These were as tall as they would ever be but the tree grew every year, and enjoyed the air and the sunshine, and drank the dew and the rain. She remembered the time when the tree was so little that it only projected a short way above the grass and ferns around. The young chestnut tree had also listened to the stories for the Dryad who lived in it was a child also. For years it had stood there, in the protection of a mighty oak tree, under which the old venerable clergyman had often sat, with children listening to his stories. It still stands towering aloft on the heavy wagon which has brought it this morning a distance of several miles to Paris. On the place where it stood, the young chestnut tree is to be planted, and to flourish. It lies on the ground with roots exposed. How the tree gleams, dressed in its spring garb, before all the other trees in the place! One of these latter had been struck out of the list of living trees. It has come in the shape of a glorious young chestnut tree, with delicate leaves newly opened. Spring lives down there it has come to Paris, and arrived at the same time with us. Our room is a very cosy one, and through the open balcony door we have a view of a great square. Blooming flowers ornament the staircases, and soft carpets the floors. We are in the midst of Paris, in a great hotel. Yes, our time is the time of fairy tales. We flew on the wings of steam over the sea and across the land. That was a journey, a flight without magic. We are travelling to Paris to the Exhibition.

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