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Updated: June 26, 2025
It was all in vain to try to teach him decorum. He was the most outrageously merry elf that ever shook a head of curls; and it was all the same to him whether it was "Sabba' day" or any other day.
Eureka!" soliloquized the dancing elf, as she placed her handkerchief in the bottom of her pocket, and the note on top of it, and passed on to the drawing-room to "bide her time." That soon came.
"O my grief!" responded the brown-eyed elf, kicking off a red slipper, and thrusting her foot into it again, "never a fairy godmother had I, unless it's old Manon Moignard the witch: "'Sas, son, bileton, My grand'methe a-fishing has gone: She'll gather the fins to scrape my jowl, And ride back home on a barnyard fowl!
There was a very sweet, pleasant smell in the room from the herbs that hung in little parcels from the beams, for this Anne Fitch was greatly skilled in the use of simples, and had no equal for curing fevers and the like in all the country round. And a strange little elf she looked, being very wizen and small, with one shoulder higher than the other, and a face full of pain.
"Everybody is talking to Dorothy and Nancy," she said in a stage whisper, then: "Vera Vane seems to know almost every one already, and Elf Carleton is telling a funny story, and making all the girls around her laugh. "And, Patricia, you ought to come here and see Betty Chase. She has a long straw, and she's tickling Valerie's neck with it.
Round and round and round galloped the white horse, the fairy figure on his back now standing, now lying, now on her knees, now poised on one small foot, or, again, dancing to the music on top of the broad saddle, keeping exact time, every movement graceful and light as that of a happy elf. Hoops, wreathed with roses and covered with silver paper, were raised across her path.
Marjorie grumbled to herself, as she pouted her pretty lips and shuffled her feet along the path. "Hello, Marjorie!" laughed a merry voice. Marjorie saw a queer little elf sitting upon a stone at the side of the road. His little green suit was so near the color of the leaves Marjorie could scarcely distinguish him from the foliage.
"You look like a stranger here," he went on, in milder accents "a sort of elf who has lost her way out of fairyland! Is anyone with you?" "Yes," she answered, quickly "Miss Leigh " "Miss Leigh? Who is she? Your aunt or your chaperone?" She was more at her ease now, and laughed at his quick, brusque manner of speech.
Both the others cried out with simultaneous anxiety and scarlet faces: "Oh, don't go, Barbara, dear." "Can't you cut the sleep out for once?" "I must!" said Barbara. "No," said I. And we left our nervous ogre and our poor little elf to fight out between themselves whatever battle they had to fight. Perhaps it was cold-blooded cruelty on our part.
In either case, however, he might as well have let then alone; for Huckleberry, a mischievous little elf, crept behind Eustace as he sat on the steps of the porch, snatched the spectacles from his nose, and clapped them on her own; and as the student forgot to take them back, they fell off into the grass, and lay there till the next spring.
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