Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-12-10
" The Thank You Came"

d" The Ihan&-You Came"
"What n the world is that" asked
the young folk Of Don and Dorry, and
their host and hostess candidly admitted
that they hadn't the slightest idea what
it was. They never had heard of it be-
fore.
"Well, then, how can we play it?"
insisted the little spohespeople.
81 don't know answered Dorry,
looking in puzzled way at the door.
"All join hands and form a circle !"
cried voice.
Every one arose, and soon the circle
stood expectant.
"Your dear great-great fairy god
mother is coming to see you," continued
the voice. "She is slightly deaf, but
you must not mind that"
"Oh, no, not" cried the laughing cir
Gle, "not in the least"
"She brings her white gnome with
her, said the invisible speaker, "and
don't let him know your names or he
will get you into trouble"
"No, no, no p cried the circle, wild,
ly.
A slight stirring was heard in the hall.
the doors opened, and in walked the
fairy godmother and her white gnome.
She was tall, much-bent, old wom-
an, in a rufied cap, peaked hat and
long red cloak. He, the gnome, wore
red trousers and red sleeves. The rest
Of his body was dressed in white pill
low-case with arm-holes cut in it. It
was gathered at his belt; gathered also
by red ribbon tied around the throat !;
the corners of the pillow-case tied with
narrow ribbon formed his ears, and
there was white bandage over the eyes
and round opening for his mouth.
The godmother dragged in large sack,
and the gnome bore stick with bells at
the end.
"Let me into the ring, dears, I"
squeaked the fairy godmother.
''Let me into the ring, dears," growled
the white gnome.
The circle obeyed.
"Now, my dears," squeaked the fairy
godmother, Give brought you bag
full of lovely things, but, you must
know, I an under an enchantment. All
I can do is to let you each take out q
gift when your turn comes, but, when
you send me Thank you,' don't let
my white gnome know who it is, for if
he guesses your name you must put the
gift back without opening the paper
But if he guesses the wrong name, then
you may keep the gift. So now begin,
one at time. Keep the magic circle
moving until my gnome knocks three
times"
Around went the circle, eager with
fun and expectation. Suddenly the
blinded gnome pounded three times
with his stick, and then pointed it
straight in front Of him, jingling the
little bells. Tommy Budd was the
happy youth pointed at.
"Help Yourself, my DEAR" squeaked
the fairy godmother, as she held the
sack toward him. He plunged his arm
into the opening and brought out a neat
paper parcel.
"Hey! What did you say, dear ?"
she squeaked. "Take hold of the
stick"
Tommy seized the end Of the stick,
and said, in hoarse tone
"Thank you, ma'am."
"That's John Stevens growled the
gnome. "Put it back put it back -
But it wasn't John Stevens, and SO
Tommy kept the parcel.
The circle moved again. The gnome
knocked three times, and this time the
stick pointed to Derry. She tried to be
polite, and direct her neighbours hand
to it, but the godmother would not hear
of that.
"Help yourself, child" she squeaked,
and Dorry did. The paper parcel which
she drew from the sack was so tempting
and pretty, all tied with ribbon, that
she really tried very hard to disguise
her "Thank you,' but the gnome was
too sharp for her.
"No, mol" he growled. "That's
Dorothy Reed. Put it back put 1t
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