Again the Star Maiden appeared to the young man in a dream.

Once more she asked him where she might dwell in safety upon the earth,
and what form she should take, to be loved by the Indians.

"Choose for yourself," said the young man.

At first the Star Maiden chose to live in the heart of a white rose that
grew on a mountain side. But there she was hidden from sight, so that no
one could enjoy her beauty.

Then she searched among the flowers of the prairie, until she found the
blossom of a painted cup.

"I will rest here," thought the Star Maiden as she swung to and fro on
the yellow cup.

Alas! She was not safe there, for a herd of buffaloes came rushing over
the prairie.

Finally the Star Maiden thought of a place where she was sure she would
be safe.

"I will live upon the lake," she said. "Canoes glide gently over the
water, and I shall see the children at their play."

In the morning, hundreds of white flowers with hearts of gold floated
upon the water.

The Star Maiden lived upon earth in the form of water lilies.