United States or Syria ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
The Faeries from the sea came upon the sea-foam, and the East Wind brought them. It made the place exceedingly chilly, and the Queen shivered. One could smell the saltness all over the Garden, and one of the Faeries was so overpowered by it that she fainted. They left their present, however, which was a necklace of crystal salt, and were off again.
''Tis mortal poor music ye are making' says the humpy ag'in. 'Can ye improve it any? asked the faeries. 'I can that, says the humpy. 'Add Wednesday to it an' ye'll have double as good a song. An' when the faeries tried it it was so pretty, an' they was so pleased, they took the hump off him." Sandy had curled up like a kitten; his eyes were shut, and he was smiling, too.
But it is not merely faeries who know untiring days, for there have been men and women who, falling under their enchantment, have attained, perhaps by the right of their God-given spirits, an even more than faery abundance of life and feeling.
He turned the light of a lantern on her; immediately she dropped down like a falling star, and changed into a lump of jelly. She was dead. Nor would they treat the faeries as one is treated in an old Highland poem. A faery loved a little child who used to cut turf at the side of a faery hill. Every day the faery put out his hand from the hill with an enchanted knife.
"'Tis the faeries' own day, afther all," chuckled the flower-seller as he eyed the tiny gold disk in his palm; then he remembered, and called after the diminishing figure of the nurse: "Hey, there! Mind what ye do wi' them blossoms. They be's powerful strong magic." And he chuckled again.
So they came every one about the dandelion throne, and the herald of the Queen the Fly in his blue coat, made proclamation that a child had been born and that it was a rare thing, and an excellent fortune both to Faeries and to the child, that it would be born upon the first day of the year.
Every one was very quiet; only Rosita moved, reaching out a frightened hand to Bridget. "Fwaid," she lisped. "All dark fwaid to do." "Whist, darlin', ye needn't be afeared. Bridget 'll hold tight to your hand all the way. An' the stars will be out there makin' it bright so bright foreby the stars are the faeries' old rush-lights.
Ward C became instantly silent hopefully expectant; Bridget had led them into pleasant places too often for them not to believe in her implicitly and do what she said. "May Eve," began Bridget, slowly, "is the night o' the year when the faeries come throopin' out o' the ground to fly about on twigs o' thorn an' dance to the music o' the faery pipers.
The Queen could not wear the necklace, however, for it made her head ache. The Faeries from the inside of caves came riding upon bats, and brought a stalactite made in the form of a horse of dandelion-down, for there is a favourite story among the Faeries in which such a horse figures. This was a very pretty piece of sculpture.
Cinderella had heard her father often talk of her godmother, and tell her that she was one of those good faëries who protect children. Her spirits revived, and she wiped away her tears. The faëry took Cinderella by the hand, and said, "Now, my dear, go into the garden and fetch me a pumpkin."
Word Of The Day