Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1890-08-28
Jeans Book.


lest fairy peeped from under a green
leaf and said, as it climbed fearlessly
upon her finger, Jean, you must write
a pretty book to-day"
Il cannot write books" said the
child, laughingly, as she held the small
thing up to get a better view of it. The
sunshine made its bright dress sparkle
as If covered with the very tiniest of
diamonds, and it wore a jaunty rose
leaf for a cap.
Il cannot make a weenty-bitty story,
then how could 1 make a book"
oh, yes, you can; you do write
book every day, only you never know
1t. Make this a very nice one, and I
will show it to you in the morning, if
you come early to this bunch of violets."
How shall 1 write ?" asked Jean,
much puzzled.
ooh, don't think any more about it,
just be a real sweet little girl, and do
as tell you, and don't pull so very,
very many YlOlets as you have been
doing"
"Why?"
Because we fairies like them to sleep
IN OF nights. How would you like it if
somebody were to walk off with your
bed, and you had to sleep on the floor
or wherever you cOuld?"
81 should not like that at all, but
nobody will ever walk away with my
bed"
"You don't know"
Yes, 1 do, papa wouldn't let them,
but I'll not carry so many of the fairies
beds off at once any more.
Then that Will be all right we do
not miss a few punches, for more keep
coming, see!" and she pointed to the
new buds that were unfolding. "Re-
member to come early u the morning
to this same place"
Eyes"
"Good-by," and she disappeared
among the flowers. Although Jean
searched q long time and called, she
would not answer nor come out again.
Next morning she went to the woods,
and found the bunch of viOlets and
cried: Fairy, fairy, want to see my
book"
The violets parted like blue cur
tanned tent and the fairy came out.
She smiled, showed her bits of white
teeth, and said: so my little girl did
not forget to come; you have made a
very pretty book, indeed. see!" She
held up little book made of blue
violet petals and held together by a
golden clasp.
90, what a wee, wee EGok," cried
Jean, delightedly.
eyes, it is not very large, but it has
plenty of writing in it" She I'M
clasped the golden fastening and
showed the blue pages filed with
golden letters, that looked only like
dots to Jean.
"Shall L read it to yOu?"
eyes; I never could read that-it is
not big enough for me to know what
it is.
90, it is big, I think, but it is in
fairy writing Sit down on that big
rock and I shall read it to YOU"
Jean did as she was told, and the
fairy began to read:
1.-The sun peeped out one fine spring
morning and kissed all the flowers,
then he said: Where is my little
Jean? 1 want to kiss her too Then
he peeped through the curtained win
dow of q cottage, and there, with her
head resting on the dainty pillow, was
the dear golden head for which he was
seeking.
"She pushed back the shining, tan
gled curls from her face, and kneIt
down to say her morning prayer.
After she was dressed and had her
breakfast she started to the woods for
IL
The squirrels chartered overh cad in
the branches of the big trees and
dropped nuts III the brOwn-chocked
apron which she held out with both
plump hands. They loved her be-
cause she loved them and came to see
them every day. The birds looked at
her with their round black eyes, and
hoped merriIy up to get the
crumbs she scattered for them
They chirped ali the time, as
if saying This is the good
grille who always brings tidbits for our
breakfast Home went the little
maid, and mamma told her to put part
of the flowers in water, and to take the
rest to May Bowen, who had hurt her
foot, and couldn't get out to gather
any. May was glad to see her, and
gave her the dearest white kitten.
which she named Snowfall, because
he was so soft and plump and white
When she took her kitty home she
gave her q nice saucer of milk, and
planted a row of four 'clOck-seed out
by the fence. She was so sweet and
good all day and minded her mamma.
Haven't you written a pretty story,
Jean? Make them all as nice as that
and viii make more books for you.
Good-by-"
what an odd little fairy" said
Jean; @she Just wrote down the things
that I had been doing all day. I'll 60
home and tell mamma about it.
Mamma said, Haven't you been
dreaming, Jean ?" $50 you must have
been, laughed papa, as he tossed her
up to the ceiling. But she put both
arms around his neck, and said: Papa,
believe the fairies make books about