her in abundance.

"There is too much white in this field," she told the other Daisies.
"Our beautiful white borders would show off much better if the White
Cups were golden."

"But perhaps the White Cups do not wish to become golden," said her
sisters.

"Oh, but we do, dear Daisies," said the White Cups all in chorus; "we
have always wanted to be a beautiful yellow like your eyes, but we
thought you would not like to have us that color, as we have to live in
the same field."

"Oh yes, we would," said the Daisy, "and I am sure the fields will look
much more beautiful with you a golden color than white; besides that,
we shall be seen to better advantage; so both of us will gain by the
change."

"But who will help us to change our color?" asked the White Cups.

The daisy thought a long time, and at length she said: "You might get
the Goblins to color you, but the thing is to get them to do it. They
are such queer little fellows that if they thought they were bothering
the Fairies they would do it quick enough; but if we ask them to make
you yellow that we all may look more beautiful they would only laugh
and run off."

"Why can't we make them think they would make the Fairies angry if they
made us golden?" asked the White Cups; "I am sure we can find a way."

"That would be the very thing," said the Daisy, "but what do you
propose to do?"

"We will ask the Fairies when they come into the fields to-night for
their frolic," said the White Cups.

That night when the Fairies came flying over the field the White Cups
called to them and told them what they wanted.

"Oh, that will be beautiful," said the Fairy Queen, "and we can fool
the Goblins easy enough, as you shall see."

The Fairy Queen called her Fairies around her and whispered so low that
the field flowers could not hear what she said, but they heard the
Fairies laugh as they flew away, and each alighted on a little White
Cup and began to sing.

"We love you, little White Cup, Our Lady of the Field;
We will watch o'er you and keep you and from all danger shield;
You are prettier than the Daisy with her yellow eye so bright,
You are like a waxen blossom in the pale moonlight."

Over and over they sang the verse as they leaned over and kissed the
little Cups, and by and by from out of the woods came the Goblins,
hopping and jumping like leaves before the wind.

"Here they are," they said, when they saw the Fairies. "Listen and
hear what