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Updated: June 25, 2025
Nothing of the kind. It was a simple matter of primrose magic and faeries; nothing else." And she ought to know, for she was there. The President began it. He sat in his den, yawning over the annual report of the United Charities; he had already yawned a score of times, and the type had commenced running together in a zigzagging line that baffled deciphering.
Sandy did as he was bid; he clasped his hands tightly in front of him. "'Tis no for the faeries," he explained. "Ye see they be hardly needin' ony music, wi' muckle o' their ain. 'Tis for the children the children i' horspitals a bonny song for them to sleepit on." He marked the rhythm a moment with his foot, and hummed it through once to be sure he had it.
Shee, falling before the Queene of Faeries, complayned that her father and mother, an ancient king and queene, had bene by an huge dragon many years shut up in a brasen castle, who thence suffred them not to yssew: and therefore besought the Faery Queene to assygne her some one of her knights to take on him that exployt.
"If ye bring out another thing from that basket I'll believe ye're in league with Bodh Dearg himself, or ye've stolen the faeries' trencher of plenty." For reply the tinker dived once more beneath the cover and brought out a frying-pan full of bacon, and four white eggs. "Think whatever you're mind to, I'm going to fry these."
He shouted it so loud that the baby faeries woke up and asked what he was going to do, and gathered about him to listen the better. The pipers played until there were no more memories left and everything had come true; and the queen came back to her throne to find Sandy waiting, eager-eyed, for her. "A have a bonny song made for ye. Wull ye tak it frae me noo?" "Take what?" "The hump.
A Faery Surprise Party. A Faery Surprise Party. My name is Jack Frost, and I have a story to tell. If you don't know who I am, ask my friend North East Wind, Esq., and he will tell you, and whistle a tune which he made up about me. I am Painter to her Beauty Mab, Queen of the Faeries.
"I think you said 'faeries," he suggested, seriously. "Why not faeries?" She nodded in equal seriousness. "Why not? They always come May Eve to the lonely of heart; and even a hospital might have faeries once in a generation. Only only why couldn't they have taken me with the children? It wasn't exactly fair to leave me behind, was it?"
"The wind blows out of the gates of the day, The wind blows over the lonely of heart, And the lonely of heart is withered away While the faeries dance in a place apart, Shaking their milk-white feet in a ring, Tossing their milk-white arms in the air; For they hear the wind laugh and murmur and sing Of a land where even the old are fair, And even the wise are merry of tongue; But I heard a reed of Coolaney say, When the wind has laughed and murmured and sung, The lonely of heart is withered away."
Then came a Charade. The word was a very easy one I guessed it myself it was Duty. It was divided into two parts; the first was dew. Dew is a drink of the Faeries in summer-time. Half a dozen Faeries sat in a circle. The hat of one of them which was made of a bit of rose-leaf, they twisted and turned till it looked a little like the cup of a violet, though the colour wasn't exact.
It seems the Queen knew of the party Milly was to have, and meant to get the better of her by giving her a surprise party first. So she had brought the eleven Faeries with her just the number of little girls Milly was to have the next day. The Queen got out of her sleigh, and tied the ladybirds to the strings of Milly's night-cap, that they might not run away.
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