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She would so like to see him, and lo! she sees him; he comes and perches on her shoulder. He is a jack-sparrow, only a common sparrow. He has nothing rich or rare about him, but he looks alert and lively. To tell the truth, he is a little torn and tattered; he lacks a feather in his tail; he has lost it in battle unless it was through some bad fairy of the village.
"I wish you would write to him. Poor boy. He is very lonely, away up there in the woods." Grace did not answer for a moment. Then she said in a constrained voice, "I will write to him, Mrs. Gray. I know he is lonely." There was an awkward pause in the conversation; then came the abrupt question, "Grace, do you love my boy?" "No, Fairy Godmother," replied Grace in a low tone.
"I don't know whence you come, and whither you are going. Nor have I any idea what this place is, but I make bold to entreat that you would take my hand and lead me on." "My abode," replied the Fairy, "is above the Heavens of Divested Animosities, and in the ocean of Discharged Sorrows.
But now, slowly, slowly, slowly, the wonderful car began to descend, till it was just on a level with one of the windows, which happened, very conveniently, to have been left wide open: so in flew the pheasants, car and all, and alighted on the hearth-rug. 'Jump out be quick! cried the Fairy.
I suppose you thought we dressed in rose-leaves and rode on humble-bees, but we do not; we are more now for a long word more ethereal." And again the fairy laughed. "Ether means air," said Phil, quite proudly. "Do you know any fairy stories?" he asked. "Yes; shall I tell you one next time I come?" "Oh do, please. So you will come again." "Yes, if I can. Now I must go.
"The fairy woman maketh moan, 'Well-a-day, and well-a-day, Forsooth I brought thee one rose, one, and thou didst cast my rose away. Hark! Oh hark, she mourneth yet, 'One good ship the good ship sailed, One bright star, at last it set, one, one chance, forsooth it failed.
Kitty was sorry for Mrs. Norton, but Kitty was too young to understand, and her sorrow evaporated in laughter. She listened to John's explanations of the architectural changes as to a fairy tale.
"White trousers and dark coats are quite de rigor. Come on, fellows." They went on, all save the disapproving trio, Perry and Wink Wheeler leading the way up the winding avenue toward the glow of fairy lights ahead. No one challenged them, although they were observed with curiosity by several servants before they came out on a wide lawn in front of a spacious residence.
The scene fascinated him. It was truly a fairy world upon which he was looking. And as he looked, his eyes rested upon a dark speck just beneath the overhanging fog. For a few minutes it made no impression upon his wandering mind. But slowly he began to realize that the object was in motion, and moving toward the steamer. Then he saw something dark being waved as if to attract attention.
The Chairman then introduced Mr. Schieren, and in doing so said: "This is no fairy story, yet I will commence it that way. Once upon a time we of Brooklyn had a city all to ourselves.
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