“Sophie,you'll really have to get up,and be satisfied to sleep in the drawer tonight,because my poor flowers are ill.Maybe,if I let them sleep in your bed tonight,they will get well again.”
When she took the doll up,Sophie looked as cross as could be,and didn't say a word.She was sulky because she couldn't keep her own bed.
Ida put the flowers to bed,and tucked the little covers around them.She told them to be good and lie still,while she made them some tea,so that they would get well and be up and about tomorrow.She carefully drew the curtains around the little bed,so the morning sun would not shine in their faces.
All evening long she kept thinking of what the student had said,before she climbed into bed herself.She peeped through the window curtains at the fine potted plants that belonged to her mother-hyacinths and tulips,too.She whispered very softly,“I know you are going to the ball tonight.”
But the flowers pretended not to understand her.They didn't move a leaf.But little Ida knew all about them.
After she was in bed,she lay there for a long while thinking how pleasant it must be to see the flowers dance in the King's castle.“Were my flowers really there?”she wondered.Then she fell asleep.When she woke up again in the night,she had been dreaming of the flowers,and of the student,and of the prosy councilor who had scolded him and had said it was all silly nonsense.It was very still in the bedroom where Ida was.The night lamp glowed on the table,and Ida's mother and father were asleep.