They go up to take a look at the flowers, to see how their work has turned out, and many a damaged petal they repair, or touch up a faded tint, though no one ever knows it." "_I_ know it now," said Griselda.

"I will never talk about idle butterflies again--never.

But, cuckoo, do they paint all the flowers _here_, too?
What a _fearful_ lot they must have to do!" "No," said the cuckoo; "the flowers down here are fairy flowers.

They never fade or die, they are always just as you see them.

But the colours of your flowers are all taken from them, as you have seen.