"Go to the sunbeam-fairies. Their silver is the best for lining clouds
with."
Then Mist-of-the-Morning went to one cloud after another, and asked all
the fairies that lived in them the same question. And they all
answered--
"Go to the sunbeam-fairies. Their silver is the very best."
So Mist-of-the-Morning flew away to the nearest sunbeam. It was crowded
with fairies, who were all hard at work, for the sunbeam-fairies have
more work to do than any others. As they worked they were laughing and
singing, for the sunbeam-fairies are always happy.
"Please, kind sunbeam-fairies," said Mist-of-the-Morning, "I want some
silver to line my cloud with. It must be the very best silver, and every
one says that none but yours is good enough."