Out in Grandmother's garden, just as the sun was up, a very cunning
spinner spun a lovely wheel of fine beautiful threads; and when
Grandmother and Lindsay came out, they spied it fastened up in a rose
bush.
The small, cunning spinner was climbing a silken rope near by with her
eight nimble legs, and looking out at the world with her eight tiny
eyes, when Grandmother saw her and pointed her out to Lindsay; and
Lindsay said:--
"Oh, Mrs. Spider! come spin me some lace!" which made Grandmother think
of a little story which she had told Lindsay's papa and all of her
little children, when they were lads and lassies, and this garden of
hers had just begun to bloom.
She sat down on the steps and told it to Lindsay.
Once, long, long ago, when the silver moon was shining up in the sky,
and the small golden stars were twinkling, twinkling, a little fairy
with a bundle of dreams went hurrying home to fairyland.
She looked up at the stars and moon to see what time it was, for the
fairy queen had bidden her come back before the day dawned.
All out in the world it was sleepy time; and the night wind was singing
an old sweet lullaby, and the mocking bird was singing too, by himself,
in the wood.
"I shall not be late," said the fairy, as she flew like thistle-down
through the air or tripped over the heads of the flowers; but in her
haste she flew into a spider's web, which held her so fast that,
although she struggled again and again, she could not get free.
Her bundle of dreams fell out of her arms, and lay on the ground under
the rose-bush; and the poor little fairy burst into tears, for she knew
that daylight always spoiled dreams, and these were very lovely ones.
Her shining wings were tangled in the web, her hands were chained, and
her feet were helpless; so she had to lie still and wait for the day
time which, after all, came too soon.
As soon as the sun was up, Mrs. Spider came out of her den; and when she
saw the fairy she was very glad, for she thought she had caught a new
kind of fly.
"If you please, Mrs. Spider," cried the fairy quickly, "I am only a
little fairy, and flew into your web last night on my way home to
fairyland."
"A fairy!" said Mrs. Spider crossly, for she was disappointed; "I
suppose you are the one who helps the flies to get away from me. You see
well enough then!"
"I help them because they are in trouble," answered the fairy gently.
"So are you, now," snapped the spider, "But the flies won't help you."
"But perhaps you will," pleaded the fairy.
"Perhaps I won't," said the spider, going back into her house and
leaving the little fairy, who felt very sorrowful.
Her tears fell like dew drops on the spider web, and the sun shone on
them, and made them as bright as the fairy queen's diamonds.
The fairy began to think of the queen and the court, and the bundle of
dreams; and she wondered who would do the work if she never got free.
The fairy queen had always trusted her, and had sent her on many
errands.
Once she had been sent to free a mocking-bird that had been shut in a
cage. She remembered how he sang in his cage, although he was longing
for his green tree tops.
She smiled through her tears when she thought of this, and said to
herself:--
"I can be singing, too! It is better than crying."
Then she began to sing one of her fairy songs:--
"_Oh! listen well, and I will tell,
Of the land where the fairies dwell;
The lily bells ring clear and sweet,
And grass grows green beneath your feet
In the land where the fairies dwell,
In the land where the fairies dwell_."
Now though the fairy did not know it, Mrs. Spider was very fond of
music; and when she heard the sweet song, she came out to listen. The
little fairy did not see her, so she sang on:--
"_Grasshoppers gay, by night and day,
Keep ugly goblins far away
From the land where the fairies dwell,
From the land where the fairies dwell_."
Mrs. Spider came a little farther out, while the fairy sang:--
"_There's love, sweet love, for one and all--
For love is best for great and small--
In the land where the fairies dwell,
In the land where the fairies dwell_."
Just as the fairy finished the song she looked up, and there was Mrs.
Spider, who had come out in a hurry.
"The flies are not going to help you," said she, "so I will;" and she
showed the fairy how to break the slender threads, until she was
untangled and could fly away through the sunshine.
"What can I do for you, dear Mrs. Spider?" the fairy asked, as she
picked up her bundle of dreams.
"Sing me a song sometimes," replied Mrs. Spider. But the fairy did more
than that; for soon after she reached fairyland, the fairy queen needed
some fine lace to wear on her dress at a grand ball.
"Fly into the world," she said, "and find me a spinner; and tell her
that when she has spun the lace, she may come to the ball and sit at the
queen's table."
As soon as the fairy heard this, she thought of the spider, and made
haste to find her and tell her the queen's message.
"Will there be music?" asked the spider.
"The sweetest ever heard" answered the fairy; and the spider began to
spin.
The lace was so lovely when it was finished, that the fairy queen made
the spider court spinner; and then the spider heard the fairies sing
every day, and she too had love in her heart.