The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1905-03-31
The Little White Fairie.

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1t was big noise. but Mr.. North.
wind always does make big noise;
he is such big, bluff fellow.
Get ready for winter" he howled,
rafting doors and windows. Time
to go to Sleep" he called whistling
through the woods.
ooh, dear" sighed all the growing
things, as they pressed closer togeth-
err What shall we do? 1t is so cold,
SO cold"
Poor little things" said the leaves
on the great trees. They are so frail
and weak. We love you, dear Mother
Tree, but you are strong. May we not
go to help them?"
Eyes, dear children" answered the
tree. Il knew when you changed your
green dresses for these red and yellow
ones, you would leave me soon. will
stay here and guard my bud babies.
have been busy packing things for
them to eat. and their cradles are so
snug and warm, they'll sleep soundly
until spring comes"
So silently the leaves floated down.
Some danced awhile with Mr.. North
wind, but soon the red and yellow
dresses were turned to brown, and
they settled softly on the tender young
plants, covering them snugly and
warmly and the blue sky smiled
through the bare trees.
But in the big lake the little gray
fairies still danced together.
Come out into the air." called their
godmother, the sum- as she tapped
them with her sunbeam wand Come,
there is work for you to do"
Let us stay here, dear godmother,"
they begged. "The birds have gone
away, and the flowers are sleeping"
But again their godmother touched
them, and again she called, "Come!"
So out they fioated, millions upon
millions of them.
All wore their little gray water
proofs, and sadly they needed them,
for the air was very cold, and they
found not even the tiniest flower to
swing upon.
"Alas!" they sighed, shall we ever
warm, but she is very far away"
I'VE must climb" said the tiniest
of them all See. she has let down
her sunbeam ladder, come"
So up they floated upon the golden
ladder. Higher and higher they
climbed and the earth people seeing
them, cried:
"Oh, what lovely fleecy Clouds" But
still their godmother seemed just as
far away and it was colder than be-
fore.
After awhile they came to the place
where their enemies. the field winds,
blew, and now indeed were they rough
ly used; for they were seized, and
shaken and blown about until if they
had been ordinary mortals, they would
have had no breath left.
1t was even hard on fairies. 1--WE
are so tired and so cold" they moaned,
please spare us, Mr.. Wind. We want
to reach our godmother. We saw her
awhile ago, but now she has gone"
you will see her no more to day."
Mr. Wind answered. Stay with me
awhile and l will give you pretty
white dress in place of that ugly gray
one"
1--WE love white dresses" all the lit
tie fairies answered. land if you will
not be so rough, Mr.. Wind. we will
play awhile with you"
So they stayed and played and Mr.
Wind kept his promise. Soon every
one wore the whitest and fieeciest |
dress you can imagine. How lovelyl"
hey all cried. 81 don't mind being |
blown about bit now. These dresses
are so soft and beautiful. Let us go
Town and show them to our little gray |
sisters. We will go very quietly and
hey won't know we are coming and
.heyll be so surprised when they see
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So slowly and silently they fioated
,ver the fields and across the lakes.
they danced along the hedges and
kissed the tree tops and as they gen.
ly touched the grasses, and tiny
shrubs and laid upon the sleeping
lowers their soft, warm blanket, they
whispered to all the great, sweet Sc
ret they had learned from the winds
n the skies.
Through the long night they worked,
nd in the morning the whole brown
arth wore a sparkling white robe.
Then the boys and girls got out their
leds and cried joyfully: "Hurrah!
What fun. The snow has come. The
eautiful snow has come" Louise
amison, in The Brooklyn Eagle.