“The queen of the fairies walked in the meadows in the early morning. She threw herself down upon the soft, green dew-sparkled grasses and took a nap. She dreamed of four-leaved clover, its shadow marking the fairies' resting place. When she awoke, she saw that it was just a bed of everyday three-leaved clover that the cattle loved to bite. Plucking a leaf, she pulled off one of its leaflets and placed it on another stem, making a four-leaf clover, and she healed the new leaf fast with a kiss. "Grow, my clover, and bear more four leaves; for your shadow marks the spot where a fairy has slept."”