Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1890-08-08
Jeans Book.

y the last bunch, the dearest, love-
Sfsirv peeped from under green
and said, as it climbed fearlessly
W her finger, Jean, you must write
rettv book to-day"
+ cannot write books" said the
Ii, laughingly, as she held the small
p No. I'D to get better view of it. The
Thine r, made its bright dress sparkle
4 covered with the very tiniest of
y monds. and it wore a jaunty rose
! ca cannot make weenty-bitty story,
h how could I make q book?"
oh. yes. you can; you do write
* every day, only you never know
Make this a very nice one, and I
show it to you in the morning, if
come early to this bunch of violets."
[How shall l write it?" asked Jean,
Oh puzzled.
FOl don't think any more about it,
be real sweet little girl, and do
/ tell YOU, and don't pull so very,
~ many violets as you have been
Ing.
'Whv?"
Because We fairies like them to sleep
Of nights. How would you like it if
nobody were to walk off with your
and you had to sleep on the floor
wherever you could?"
4 should not like that at all, but
body will ever walk away with my
"You don't know"
lies. l do, papa wouldn't let them,
Ill not carry so many of the fairies
Us off at once any more"
Then that will be all right; we do
miss a few punches, for more keep
ming, see." and she pointed to the
" buds that We're unfolding. Gre
fmber to come early in the morning
tllis same place."
"Ies.
"Good-by," aud she disappeared
bong the flowers. Although Jean
prched a long time and called, she
puld not answer nor come out again.
Ezt morning she went to the woods,
ID found the bunch of violets and
Jed: Fairy, fairy, 1 want to see my
Ok"
The violets parted like blue cur
Ted tent, and the furry cume out.
smiled, showed her bits of white
Eth, and said: $50 my little girl did
forget to come; you have made q
ny pretty book, indeed. see!" She
id up little book made of blue
olet petals and held together by q
lden clasp.
20, what a wee, wee book" cried
can, delightedly.
"Yes, it is not very large, but it has
enty of writing in it." She un-
asped the golden fastening and
bowed the blue pages filled with
clden letters, that looked only like
Ots to Jean.
Shall [ read it to you?"
Yes; never could read that-it is
lot big enough for me to know what
70, it is big, I think, but it is in
airy writing. Sit down on that big
|ock and [ shall read it to YOU"
Jean did as she was told, and the
airy began to read:
The sun peeped out one fine spring
morning and kissed all the flowers
hen he said: Where is my little
ean? want to kiss her too Their
peeped through the curtained win
10" of a cottage, and there, with hel
lead resting on the dainty pillow, wa:
The dear golden head for which he wal
keeking.
She pushed back the shining, tan
gled curls from her face, and knel
down to say her morning prayer
Alter she was dressed and had he
breakfast she started to the woods TO
Wild violets, and filled her basket
The squirrels chartered overhead il
lie branches Of the big trees an
topped nuts iii the brownchecke'
apron which she held out with bot
pump hands. They loved her be
cause she loved them and came to Sc
'neM every day. The birds looked
ler with their round, black eyes, an
AoPped 'merrily up to get tn
crumbs she scattered for them
hey chirped ali the time, a
saying: This is the goo
S Slfle who always brings tidbits for on
Ofeakfast.' Home went the littl
llald, and mamma told her to put PAL
VI .lle flowers in water, and to take tn
rest to May Bowen, who had hurt he
.ooS' and couldn't get out to gathe
alS' May was glad to see her, an
saEe her the dearest white kitte1
SMch she named SNOWFALL, becaus
W W, was SO soft and plump and white
a "hen she took her kitty home sh
e, her nice saucer of milk, an
Ptaated a row of four-o'clock-seed OF
r., the fence. She was SO sweet an
SJoa all day and minded her mamm'
1IlaEen't you written a pretty stor.
.paA: Make them all as nice as thu
@.'0 , viii make more books for 20,
What an odd little fairy" sal
, ,naI she just wrote down the thing
l los' l mad been doing all day. I'll G
.fae and tell mamma about it
l hantna said, Haven't you bee
',sen Jean?" $50 you must ha,
nv Isn' laughed papa, as he tossed h
ar ~ 70 the ceiling. But she put bot
han around his neck, and said: "Pap
'*'e1e the fairies make books abo1