"How in the world did I happen to bloom
All by myself alone,
By the side of a dusty, country road,
With only a rough old stone
"For company?" And the goldenrod,
As she drooped her yellow head,
Gave a mournful sigh. "Who cares for me,
Or knows I'm alive?" she said.
"A snow-white daisy I'd like to be,
Half-hid in the cool green sod:
Or a pink spirea, or sweet wild rose–
But I'm only a goldenrod.
"Nobody knows that I'm here, nor cares
Whether I live or die!
Lovers of beautiful flowers, who wants
Such a common thing as I?"
But all of a sudden she ceased her plaint,
For a child's voice cried in glee,
"Here's a dear little lovely goldenrod!
Did you bloom on purpose for me?
"Down by the brook the tall spirea
And the purple asters nod,
And beckon to me–but more than all
Do I love you, goldenrod!"
She raised the flower to her rosy lips,
And merrily kissed its face,
"Ah! now I see," said the goldenrod,
"How this is the very place
"That was meant for me; and I'm glad I bloomed
Just here by the road alone,
With nobody near for company
But a dear old mossy stone!"
"Do you know who lives at the top of this hill?" asked Golden Hair one day.
"No. Who?" said Blue Eyes.
"Don't you really know?" asked Golden Hair.
"No, I really do not know!" answered Blue Eyes.
"Well, then, I will tell you," said the little girl, shaking out her golden curls. "Up at the top of this highest hill in the world lives an old woman. In her orchard are beautiful ripe apples, which any one may have for the picking. In her garden are fluffy-tailed, tame squirrels, which one may play with all day long. In her cupboard are jars and jars of sweet cakes, of which one may eat as many as she chooses."
"Oh, let us visit the old woman," said Blue Eyes, springing up.
"But listen," said Golden Hair. "There is something very strange about the old woman. They say she can change rabbits into frogs and birds into fish and little boys and girls into whatsoever she chooses."
"Oh, let us go and see her!" again cried sturdy little Blue Eyes.
"Are you not afraid?" asked Golden Hair.
"Oh, no," said Blue Eyes, "she would not do us harm, for she is kind to the squirrels in her garden. Perhaps she will change us into something very lovely. Let us go!"
So the two little girls set out. Hand in hand they travelled up the great hill. There was a curious smoky haze in the air, and the sunshine fell through the haze in long golden rays. The wind stirred the oak boughs, and the acorns dropped to the ground. The golden and red leaves fell at every breath. They rustled beneath the feet of the children as they walked.
The mellow apples hung on the boughs, yellow and russet and red, or fell with sharp thuds to the sod below. Everywhere was the late summer sunshine.
At length the children passed the brook and the oak grove and the orchard lands, and came in sight of the tiny old hut where the witch lived.
In the doorway sat the old woman, and about her the squirrels played and the flowers bloomed.
"What do you wish?" asked she, looking up kindly at Golden Hair and Blue Eyes.
It was brave little Blue Eyes who spoke, while Golden Hair shyly hung her head until the curls covered her face.
"We have heard," said Blue Eyes, "that you are very wise and very powerful, and can do wonderful things. Is it true that you can change rabbits into frogs and birds into fishes and little boys and girls into whatsoever you wish?"
"And if it were true," said the old woman, quite gently, "what would you like me to do? Do you wish me to change a bird into a fish or a rabbit into a frog?"
"Oh, no," cried Golden Hair, at last looking up. "Indeed we did not come to see that. We came to ask you how we may do much good."
"We would like to become a pleasure and a joy to every one who meets us," said little Blue Eyes.
"Ah," said the old woman, "then you shall indeed have your wish. But first stay awhile and play in my garden. When the sun sets you may set out down the hill."
So all that long golden afternoon the children played in the old woman's wonderful garden. When the sun set she kissed them both and herself led them part way down the hillside.
"You shall have your wish," she said, at parting, "you shall become a pleasure and a joy to every one who meets you!"
The next morning on the hillside two flowers were found, growing side by side. One was fluffy and soft and yellow as the curls which fell over the cheeks of little Golden Hair. The other blossom was bright and purple, and looked bravely and fearlessly out on the world and the sunshine, like the blue eyes of the other little girl.
You may still find the little girls climbing the hills side by side. They bring pleasure and joy to all who meet them.
You may call the sisters little Golden Hair and Blue Eyes, or, if you really wish, you may name them goldenrod and aster.
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