



          That night, when the full moon was at its highest, the Queen 
     crept out to the garden and planted the seed. She scooped up some 
     water with her right hand and poured it over. But she forgot what the 
     gardener said, and she watered it with her left hand too. 
          Early next morning, the Queen ran back to the spot. There, in 
     place of the seed, she found a tall tree with two long branches. On 
     each branch was a single blossom. The blossom on the right was golden 
     yellow, and very lovely. The blossom on the left was flaming red, and 
     very strange. 
          As the Queen watched, the petals fell from the yellow blossom, 
     and the fruit began to grow. It grew into a lovely little girl with a 
     princess's gown and shining golden hair. 
          "Pick me, Mama, I'm ripe!" cried the child. 
          The Queen rushed to pick the child from the tree. "Am I your 
     Mama?" said the Queen. "How wonderful! I shall call you Fair Hair." 




