Little folk in green


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Little folk in green : new fairy stories
Physical Description:
92 p., 5 leaves of plates : col. ill. ; 20 cm.
Wright, Henrietta Christian, d. 1899 ( Author, Primary )
Emmet, Lydia Field, 1866-1952 ( Illustrator )
White and Stokes ( Publisher )
Trow's Printing and Bookbinding Company ( Printer )
White and Stokes
Place of Publication:
New York
Trow's Printing and Bookbinding Company
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Fairy tales   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Fairies -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1883   ( lcsh )
Fantasy literature -- 1883   ( rbgenr )
Baldwin -- 1883   ( local )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Fantasy literature   ( rbgenr )
novel   ( marcgt )
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United States -- New York -- New York


Statement of Responsibility:
by Henrietta Christian Wright ; illustrations in color by Lydia Emmet.
Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).

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University of Florida
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Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
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All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
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To all the children in the world, greeting:

We hereby affirm that all the fairies spoken of in the following
pages are true and loyal subjects of our court, in proof of which we
invite unlimited perusal of all documents in our archives of state, in
which will be found abundant evidence that the adventures herein
recorded are genuine.




IT was an October morning, and the sun was shining
brightly in the room where little Peterkin lay asleep.
It was a tiny, little room, and had in it only one tiny,
little chair, and a tiny, little bed whereon Peterkin was
lying. Peterkin himself was a tiny, little fellow, and,
moreover, very pretty-looking as he lay there with the
sun kissing his fair curls. Presently his morning nap
seemed to be finished. He sat up, and rubbed his yet
sleepy blue eyes, then tumbled out of bed, and his
mother in the room below heard his feet pattering over
the bare floor. She came up the stairs with the towel
with which she had been drying the dishes hung over
her arm.
So, now, my little Peterkin," said she, and are
you really awake ? And do you know that breakfast
is over, and that Jan has driven the cow to the pasture
lot, and will wait by the bars till you come, so that
you may go with him to see the great tree cut down ?


And do you know that Jan will take some of the wood
from the great tree and make you a little boat to sail
on the lake, and papa will bring you a pretty flag to
tie to the mast, and the boat will go sailing away over
the lake to strange countries, and bring back gifts for
you and for me? And it will bring you some scarlet
leather to make a saddle for your donkey, and it will
bring me some blue cloth and gold cord to make a
jacket for Peterkin, and then we will make a journey
into the woods, and you shall ride on your donkey, and
I will walk by your side so you will not tumble off and
spoil your blue jacket, and we will gather wild grapes
and-" Here the mother fastened the last button, and
brought her speech to an end. It was a way of hers,
to talk on to the little -fellow while she was dressing
him, and as soon as that was finished to stop talking,
no matter in what part of a sentence she found herself,
and Peterkin was often left wondering what would
come next. The next, this time, was a breakfast of
bread and milk, and then he started off for the pasture
to meet Jan.
And now the sun, which had been shining so brightly
all along, seemed suddenly to take offence at some-
thing; for he gathered great, thick clouds around


him, out of which he looked like a dull, red ball, and a
strange color settled on all things around, and a heavy
mist hung over the earth. Then the branches of the
trees swayed to and fro, and leaned over the lake, cast-
ing their dark shadows into it; and the shadows
moved here and there, obedient to the will of the
branches, and the bushes on the border of the lake
seemed whispering strange things to each other.
And Peterkin, walking along, looked down into the
water, and was surprised to see another little boy
walking along, too, down below; and Peterkin laughed
and said, "'That little boy is walking on the sky." And
then a great bird flew over the lake, its shadow follow-
ing silently through the water, and Peterkin wondered
how he could see the shadow bird which was up so
near the clouds. And then he looked at the dull, red
ball, which seemed so low down in the sky, and said:
" You, sun, what have you done with all your gold ?
Has it been taken from you and given to the moon
and the stars? and will the moon shine to-night
with a great band of gold around her, and will the
points of the stars be covered with gold ?"
But the sun did not answer the little boy's questions.
Then lie sat down by the side of the lake, and


looked in, and the little boy who had been walking on
the sky stopped, and looked right into Peterkin's face,
and nodded his head at him, as if to say, Oh, I see
you, shall we have a little talk? "
Who are you?" said Peterkin.
I'm your twin brother," answered the boy in the
What a place to live in," said Peterkin. I should
think you'd be afraid of the fishes ? "
Oh, no, the fishes are my friends, and I have very
good times with them."
"But you have no one to play with. I have Jan
and papa and mamma."
I have you, now," said the twin; "if you'll come
down we can have some merry games."
But Peterkin was a little afraid. Mamma had told
him that he must never stop by the lake one single
"If you'll come," said the child in the lake, "I'll
give you a string of pretty shells."
But I don't know how to," answered Peterkin.
Oh, just jump right in, and I'll take care of you,"
said the boy. Peterkin hesitated; he stood up, and
looked all around, and then, ashamed of his fears,


jumped into the lake. He felt himself going down
and down, and then the little boy took hold of his hand
and said, Now you are all right, come with me."
Then he led him to such a beautiful place. Such
heaps of pink and golden shells. Such lovely red,
blue, and white stones, and piles of rock covered with
gold and silver.
And the little boy took a golden harp and began
playing a low, sweet tune, and immediately a great
number of fishes came around, and each fish carried a
great pearl in its mouth, which it laid at Peterkin's
feet, and still the strange boy kept playing, and the
fishes kept coming, until the heap of pearls was as high
as Peterkin's head. Then the boy began to play very
loudly on the harp, and soon a great fish came in sight
with its scales glittering like diamonds. It came
slowly through the water until it reached the children.
Now," said the little child of the lake, we will
take a ride."
Then he got up on the fish's back and helped Peter-
kin to a seat beside him, and the great fish went
swimming away, and the smaller fishes went swim-
ming after, like a company of soldiers following their


You may be sure that Peterkin enjoyed this way of
travelling very much, and he was quite sorry when,
after swimming for some time, the fish stopped before
a great rock, and the strange little boy scrambled off
his back helping Peterkin down with him. Then they
climbed up to the top of the rock, and Peterkin, look-
ing down right by his feet, saw a hole and a little pair
of stairs running down through it.
"Now I will take you to see some of my other
friends," said the twin brother. So they went down
the tiny stairs, which ended in a large, beautiful room.
The ceiling was covered with diamonds and rubies
and emeralds, and the walls were covered everywhere
with mirrors, and the floor was inlaid with beautiful
shells of all colors. From the middle of the ceil-
ing hung a great chandelier, having a hundred lights
burning, and round it were twined many strings of
lovely pearls. Peterkin looked into the mirrors, and
thought he saw a dozen little boys just like himself;
but of course he was only looking at his own image
all the time.
Then the strange little boy led Peterkin to a golden
chair, and sat down beside him on another golden
chair, and began playing on his harp. His music


sounded very low and sweet to Peterkin, and he began
to think that he was at home in his own little bed, lis-
tening to summer rain drops pattering on the roof above
him, and he was very near falling asleep when the door
opened, and in came a crowd of curious looking
people. They were all dressed in green, shining stuff,
embroidered with pearls, and all wore on their heads.
little crowns of gold. And they kept coming in until
the room was quite full, and then they all joined hands
and danced round and round Peterkin and his compan-
ion until Peterkin grew dizzy with watching them, and
nearly tumbled off his golden chair. Then, suddenly,
they all stopped dancing, and sat down, and every one
had a golden chair, though Peterkin wondered where
they all came from so quickly. Then the door opened,
again, and there came in other curious people, carrying
silver trays, on which were little plates made of pink
and green shells and tiny, pearl drinking horns. On:
the plates were lovely fruits, and in the pearl horns
delicious drink, such as Peterkin had never tasted
before. Then, when they had eaten and drunk all
they wanted, the plates, and horns, and trays, and
golden chairs all disappeared, and the curious people
all came and formed a ring around Peterkin, and one


dressed him in a green robe, and one put a gold crown
on his head, and another twined pearls in and out
among his curls. Then he joined hands with them,
and they once more began dancing, only Peterkin did
not get dizzy now, but felt that he could go round and
round forever in this beautiful circle, and never tire.
But, after awhile, the strange little boy left the dan-
cing, and, taking his harp, sat down, and began to play.
The music made Peterkin feel sleepy again, so he
went to the strange boy's side, and sat down also.
Then the golden chairs on which they were sitting
began to rise slowly from the floor, and kept going up
and up, until they nearly touched the ceiling. And
then the room below began to get full of water, yet
still the curious people kept on dancing, and as the
water rose higher and higher they went round faster
and faster in the circle, and then their dresses seemed
to change in color, and some became red, and others
blue, and others pink, and suddenly, while he was yet
looking at them, Peterkin saw no longer a circle of
curious people dancing about, but a great number of
beautiful fishes swimming here and there through the
Presently the great fish which had carried them to


this place came along, and the strange little boy and
Peterkin got on its back, and went floating away.
And Peterkin's green robe fell off from him; but the
pearls still remained in his curls, and the crown on his
head. And, as they went, the smaller fishes came
swimming after them, just as before, only each one
carried in his mouth a golden crown. And, when they
had reached the place from which they started, they
laid the golden crowns all down in one place, and there
were so many that the heap was as high as the heap
of pearls. And Peterkin laughed, and said: "There
will be enough for mamma and papa and Jan." But,
when the strange little boy heard these words, his face
grew sad, and he said: "I thought, perhaps, you
would be willing to live here always if you knew how
nice it is." Oh, no," said Peterkin, I could not do
that; I should not know where to sleep when night
comes; fishes do not have trundle beds, do they ? "
The little boy shook his head as if he did not under-
stand. And besides," Peterkin went on, if I stayed
here Jan would have no one to help him. We
were going to cut a great tree down this morning, only
I stopped here." And all at once Peterkin began to
want to go home very much.


Now, if you'll show me the way, I think I'll go
back," he said.
Then, although the little boy of the lake began to
look very sorrowful, he took Peterkin's hand, and led
him away, and the fishes followed after with the golden
crowns and pearls, and when they reached the shore
of the lake they laid the pearls and crowns in two great
heaps, and Peterkin sat down by the side of the water,
and saw his little twin brother and all the fishes float
away from the shore, and watched them go down out
of sight into the lake, and listening he heard the music
of the harp sounding far away, and somehow it made
him feel very sad, and he wondered if he should ever
see his kind, little brother again.
Then he picked out the largest pearl of all, and ran
home to show it to his mamma, and to ask her to send
Jan with a barrow to carry home all the wonderful
treasure; but his mamma only laughed when he told
her where he had been, and said: Yes, Peterkin,
you have a gold crown on your head and pearls in
your hair, I see, and that is a very pretty stone you
have brought me; but Jan cannot go, oh, no, he is too
busy, and it is better that your crowns and pearls
should stay by the side of the lake, and you can go


and play with them as often as you like, only you
must promise me never to go away with the little boy
Then Peterkin felt hurt that his mamma should laugh
at him; but he only put the great pearl carefully away,
"and when I am a man," said he to himself, I will
fasten it in a big rosette, and wear it on my coat when
I go to church." He went often by the lake to play
with his treasures. Sometimes he would string the
pearls on the bushes, and hang the crowns on their
highest branches, and then the bushes would nod, and
wave to and fro, and Peterkin would clap his hands
and say: Here are the curious people again, dressed
all in green, with pearls and golden crowns."
Once, when he was standing with his mother by the
side of the lake, he thought he heard the music of the
golden harp; but his mother said: O, no, Peterkin,
that is the wind singing to the pine trees on the other
side of the water."
And although Peterkin wished many times that he
might see his twin brother again, he never came, for
he had gone down to live at the bottom of the lake,
with the fishes and the curious people, who would
never let him leave them again.



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LITTLE Greta stood at the window looking out
into the night. She was very sad; her eyes
were full of tears. Her mother sat within hushing the

"Sleep, baby, sleep !
Thy father watches the sheep,
Thy mother is shaking the dream-land tree,
And down comes a little dream on thee,"

sang the mother; but Greta did not turn around, so
she did not see the pretty picture that her mother
made sitting there in the firelight, with the white-robed
baby on her knee.
It was in the early evening; the lamps were not yet
lighted. Greta pressed her little face close to the
window, and held up her hands to shut out the blaze
from the fire.
Suddenly from across the street came a broad glare


of light. The lamps were being lighted in the palace
"Ah!" said Greta, "and the party is only a day
This was what made Greta sad. Her little neigh-
bors across the way were to have a grand party. A
week before, the stately footman had come to the cot-
tage with an invitation for Greta. How her little
heart beat as she took out of the man's hand the
fine envelope, with the Duke's monogram inscribed
upon it.
But we are peasants," said her mother. The child
has nothing to wear to such a party."
We are all God's children," said the man, "peasant
and king: besides, she is a favorite at the Castle and
must go."
Since then life had been dreary to Greta. Her
mother was right; she had nothing fit to wear. Just
now she saw the new moon; she had always been
used to saying to it, Good evening, pretty moon," for
she thought it looked lonesome away off up there.
And she fancied that the bright, new moon always
dipped one of its horns a little bit of a way in answer.
But to-night she did not speak, she was too miserable.


I am not sure but that the moon was a little disap-
Just then a tiny wind spirit moved up to the window
where Greta stood.
"Why are you so sad, little girl ?" he said timidly.
Greta was surprised. Where could that tiny voice
come from?
She looked sharply out, and saw the little thing flut-
tering against the window.
Oh," said Greta, there is going to be a grand
party, and I can't go. I am only a peasant's child
with no nice clothes."
Come outside," said the little voice, "and let us
talk it over."
Greta looked back into the room. Her mother was
leaning over, holding her face close down to the sleep-
ing baby. Greta raised the window softly, and stepped
out. The wind spirit caught her in his arms, and flew
away to the top of a tall tree. He settled her com-
fortably, and wrapped some large leaves around her to
keep away the cold.
"Nothing to wear to the party, eh !" said the wind
spirit, who all at once seemed very large and strong.
No," said Greta, "and it's only a day off."


"Well, we'll see, we'll see," said the wind spirit.
"I think that something must be done. For instance,
now, what would you like to wear to the party ? "
Oh, a pink dress with spangles on it would be so
lovely," said Greta, eagerly.
I suppose you would not mind taking a little trip
with me for the sake of getting the dress," said the
little spirit. I think I know where one could be had."
Greta clapped her hands, and her eyes shone so
that they seemed to light the tree-top all up.
Very well," said the wind spirit, "then we'll go."
Then he began singing a low, strange sort of tune,
shaking his head back and forth to keep time. Greta
sat still, and waited.
Presently the moon, which she was looking at,
seemed to be getting nearer. She watched it closely;
it certainly was coming right up to them. The little
spirit went on singing, and the moon came, and stopped
right by the top of the tree. The wind spirit took
Greta up to the topmost part of the tree; its branches
bowed over, and the little girl and her companion
were dropped right into the moon.
This is our boat," said the little spirit. Then he
began singing again.


Greta leaned over, and patted the sides of the boat
You dear, old moon," said she, "how cross I was,
at you to-night."
She thought the moon rocked from side to side, just
a little, as if it heard her. So they went sailing on.
Everything was so still and quiet, and it seemed strange
to Greta to be so far away from the earth, with no one
for a companion but a little wind spirit. She leaned
lazily back, and watched the snow-white piles of clouds
go drifting past; once a tiny cloudlet joined itself to the
moon, and floated with them a little way, and once their
boat sailed right between two great masses of cloud, and
Greta felt a little bit afraid; but the wind spirit went on
singing reassuringly, and presently the fear was gone,
for they were out into smooth sailing again, and behind
them lay the silver heights. Now, for the first time
since they had left the tree-top, the wind spirit spoke.
"We are approaching cloud-land," said he, "where I
do not doubt you will find something nice for a dress."
But we have seen lots of clouds already," said Greta.
Oh, yes; but those you saw were nothing to this.
Look now! "
Right before them lay a beautiful country. The


streets were made of some shining stuff that shone
like silver; walking up and down were tiny, little
people, who all seemed very busy, and looked very
happy; the trees were hung with silver balls, and be-
fore the houses were great silver chandeliers, which
were kept burning all the time, as the sun never shone
there, and the little people did not know the difference
between day and night as we do. Greta thought she
had never seen anything so lovely.
Come," said the little spirit, we will get out."
He took Greta's hand, and they stepped out upon
the beautiful, silver streets.
Then he began whistling a merry tune. As soon
as he did this all the little people came thronging
around, looking very curiously at Greta.
You see this little girl," said the wind spirit.
Each little head nodded.
Very well; I want you to make her a dress for a
grand party."
All the little people turned, and went toward a large
house. Greta and the wind spirit followed. Here
were great piles of fleecy, white stuff that looked ex-
actly like clouds.
"Now, begin," said the wind spirit.


Straightway one little spirit measured the length of
Greta's skirt, and another took the size of her waist,
showing that their dressmaking was of the most sci-
entific kind.
Then they all set to work, and from the beautiful
fabric a dress was soon made for Greta. Then they
put it on her.
"Very becoming," said the wind spirit. Greta
laughed merrily, going to the party seemed so easy
Then said the wind spirit: Take us now to your
treasure house."
So the little people led them through the shining
streets. But soon the way began to grow dark, and
the streets became very narrow, until, at last, they were
not wide enough, to walk side by side, and the little
girl had to fall behind.
Then a low sound as of water running, and a drip,,
drip, like rain drops, came to her ear. Then they came,
to a wide, open place, and Greta saw, as well as she
could for the darkness, a great pond of water lying
there. Then all the little people clapped their hands,,
and immediately a thousand lights shone all around
the edge of the water.


Now," said the wind spirit, "let it rain."
Then the wind began to blow, and the water in the
pond grew blacker and blacker, and great drops of
rain went pattering down into it. But the rain did
not touch the wind spirit or Greta.
A necklace for the little girl," said the spirit.
Then the little people jumped right into the water,
and each came out bringing a great drop of rain, these
they strung together, and brought the necklace to the
wind spirit, who put it on Greta's neck, and said again,
" very becoming."
Then they went back to their boat, and, as they
stepped in, all the little people came around, and sang
them a song something like this.

"Way up in cloud-land, we
Live together merrily :
Choicest treasure, without measure,
Have we in our domains.
Sometimes down on the earth
We see the greatest dearth
Of treasure like ours, and in showers
We scatter down our gain ;
But the people, quite unlike
Us, indeed not so polite,
Fret and say, Oh, what a day,
How very mean to rain.' "


When the song was finished, they went sailing on
again, when suddenly, right in their way, shone a
large, beautiful star.
That is the evening star," said the wind spirit.
How lovely," said Greta. We will stop here,"
said he. So they went up to the star.
A beautiful night," said the wind spirit.
The star sent out little glints of light in answer.
"I have a little girl here who wants to go to a
party. I have been to cloud-land for a dress, and now
I want some spangles for it."
Then the star twinkled violently. That means we
can have them," said the spirit.
So he took Greta to the star's treasure-house.
Here were millions of tiny, tiny stars. The wind
spirit took up great handfuls, and sprinkled them over
Greta. They glittered like sparks of fire.
Many thanks," said the spirit, as they went away,
and the star shone brighter than ever.
Still, it is not pink," said the wind spirit to himself.
Just then a line of light shot up in the east.
"Ah! me, it's nearly daylight, we must go to
sleep," said he.
So they both went fast asleep, and where the moon


went or what it did Greta never knew. When she
woke up she saw she must have slept the whole day;
far away off from where they were she saw the sky,
all red and golden, and knew the sun was setting.
The little spirit waked up, too.
Ah !" said he, if I only had a bit of that now."
As if in answer, the red light began stretching
itself across the sky. The moon moved a little that
way, as if in encouragement.
Greta stood up to enjoy it, she had never seen
quite such a sunset before.
The little wind spirit began to get excited.
I will ask my brothers to help," said he.
He clapped his hands furiously. Immediately a
great gust of wind blew a red-tipped cloud over by
the boat; it floated slowly past it, changing its color
to a delicate pink; the glow from the cloud fell upon
Greta's dress and rested there; that too became pink.
The wind spirit was satisfied.
A pink dress with spangles, now it is all right,"
said he.
Then he said to Greta:
To-night is the party; but there is plenty of time.
Is there anything you would like very much to see ?"


"Oh, if I might just go up close to a rainbow
once! said Greta.
"It must have been a rainy day, the sunset was so
beautiful," said the wind spirit, perhaps there is one
somewhere around."
Sure enough there was, and right close by, too; the
moon moved up to it, and the lovely colors fell all
around them.
They fell upon Greta's hair, and lingered there, like
a crown; but she did not know it.
"Ah," said she; "but I can't have any of it,
can I ?"
The wind spirit smiled, but said nothing.
"We are right near heaven, aren't we?" said the
little girl.
Yes," said the wind spirit, "and now we must go,
or you will lose the party."
So they sailed swiftly down toward the earth. In
a short time they reached the tree-top. The wind
spirit picked Greta up, and carried her to the cottage
She ran in joyously.
See mamma, I can go to the party," said she.
Then she told her all about her journey.


Only I did not get a piece of the rainbow," she
But the mother smiled as she saw the beautiful
colors around the child's head.
"We can not get up near heaven without people
noticing it," thought she.
So Greta went to the party, and the little wind
spirit came fluttering around the window, and saw her
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T HE Old-Fashioned Doll was lying flat on her
face on the nursery floor. Her arms were spread
out wildly, her hair was disarranged, her clothing was
in disorder. She presented a most abandoned and
abject appearance. Her bead eyes had a glazed look.
The curves of her inked mouth were pathetic. In
fact, she was as miserable as a doll could be, and
looked so. Upon the new doll-sofa, the seat of honor
in the nursery, sat the cause of all this trouble-the
New Doll.
She was very new indeed. Her very dress, a
bright pink tarlatan, had not had time to get a single
wrinkle. Her bright, wavy hair was arranged most
charmingly, presenting a mingled appearance of puffs,
curls, and braids. It did not look very tidy, to be
sure; but then it was very fashionable. She had a
watch in her belt, and gilt beads around her neck. A


fan hung from her waist. In her ears were diamond
ear-rings. Her hands were quite stiff-looking, and
did not lie in her lap very gracefully; but they were
covered with brown kid gloves, at which she glanced
down now and then very contentedly. She did not
look proud, oh no, that would be unladylike; but then
she had been to the Paris Exposition, where she cer-
tainly associated with the finest dolls in the world,
and, having crossed the ocean twice, was quite ex-
cusable in thinking that she had seen someltingZ of
life. So the look she cast around the plain but com-
fortable nursery had a little, a very little, disdain in
it. This look did not escape a third inmate of the
room, a somewhat dilapidated-looking doll, formerly
occupying a very high position in the family, but now,
by reverses of fortune, forced to fill the humble sta-
tion of maid-servant.
Having been christened Angelina, she was obliged
to keep that name, though feeling how very unfitting
it was for a servant, and many a pang had her poor
heart suffered by carelessness of visitors, who always
laughed when told that the ragged and despised doll
was named Angelina. But Angelina had a mind to
note, as well as a heart to suffer, and she now deter-



mined, when she saw the contemptuous looks of the
new doll, that if the time ever came for her to curl
and braid that wavy hair, she would be revenged. Not
that Angelina was a particularly spiteful doll; but she
felt tired and sick of life, and at such times proud looks
are hard to be borne. Nip was lying on the rug. Nip
was a very curly and inquisitive dog. He was full of
curiosity, from the end of his long, cold nose to the tip
of his short, waggy tail. This curiosity sometimes
cost him dearly, as, for instance, when he burned his
nose one day by putting it in some molasses candy
which was cooling on the table: the poor dog howled
pitifully when it was done, and was only relieved by
being held in his little mistress' lap, with his nose
covered with cold cream, when he looked so funny
that only a severe sense of politeness and great sym-
pathy kept all the dolls from laughing aloud at him.
Nip being so curious, must, of course, inspect the
New Doll. So he gravely arose from the rug, and
walked slowly to the doll-sofa, upon reaching which he
amiably wagged his tail. But the New Doll, I am sorry
to say, was so impolite that she did not respond to this
greeting at all. She only stared straight ahead, a
proceeding which made Nip feel rather awkward; but,


as he could think of nothing better to do, he kept on
wagging his tail, thinking, no doubt, that such a vir-
tuous action would be rewarded at last.
But it was not so. The New Doll'still stared straight
ahead, and, at last Nip's patience being worn out, he
nipped a finger of the kid glove nearest him with his
tiny, white teeth, which so frightened the New Doll that
she immediately began nodding in the most friendly
manner, privately resolving to be more polite in future.
As for Nip, instead of being sorry for the fright he had
given her, he only grinned in a spiteful, little way, and
walked contentedly off. The Old-Fashioned Doll
still lay in an attitude of despair. Nip seeing this,
and thinking, no doubt, that a friendly shaking up
would do her good, seized her by the arm, and tore
around the room several times in the most frantic
manner, quite heedless of the New Doll's horrified
expression, of Angelina's entreaties, or the discomfort
of the Old-Fashioned Doll herself.
Oh dear! is he very apt to do those things ? said
the New Doll, condescending, in her anxiety, to ad-
dress Angelina.
"Oh, yes," replied Angelina, quite willing, I am sorry
to say, to add another drop to the New Doll's distress,


"he is a very lively dog, indeed, and so fond of frol-
icking; he has no idea, you know, that we do not enjoy
it just the same as he does. I suppose now he thinks
he is cheering that poor thing up. Very likely he will
come next for one of us."
The New Doll turned pale.
"I suppose," said she, glancing down at her fine
clothes, "that he has some respect for-well-for-
"Oh my, no, none at all," responded Angelina
eagerly, "why the very day I came in this family,
the first minute I was left alone with that dog, although
he looked so modest and quiet, with a new blue ribbon
around his neck in honor of our lady's birthday, the
first minute, I say, I was left alone with him he came up
and seizing me by the head dragged me around in
that very style, and I confess to you that my white
satin dress was in such a state when he left me that I
have never been able to wear it since. Not that it
would be becoming in my present state of life; for I
hope I know what is suitable, and, after all, fine clothes,
especially gay ones," here she looked at the pink tar-
latan, "amount to very little."
The New Doll shuddered. If a doll who had actually


worn white satin was brought so low, what might be
in store for her.
Just now, however, things brightened a little for her.
Nip, becoming tired, left the Old-Fashioned Doll alone
in the corner, and retired to the mat to rest. The New
Doll, seeing no immediate cause for alarm, suddenly
became very stiff in her manners, and, nodding haught-
ily to Angelina, signified that she wished the conver-
sation to cease. Whereupon Angelina, mortally of-
fended, left her alone, and sought the company of the
lone victim in the corner.
"Ah," sighed the Old-Fashioned Doll as Angelina
approached, why should I be so treated, I who have
never shown that dog anything but kindness ? "
Angelina could think of nothing in reply; so she only
sighed also, sympathetically.
"Oh why was I ever made? continued the Old-
Fashioned Doll, wringing her hands, "what is life but
trouble and sorrow? First ups," glancing at the New
Doll, and then downs," with a pitying look at An-
gelina, who, being thus reminded of her misfortunes,
sniffed audibly. Such an old and respectable member
of the family as I am; I, indeed, who was in the family
before my lady was born,-why her very mother held


me in her arms when we were both children." Here
her grief became so violent that Angelina was fright-
ened, and rushed up to the New Doll begging her
smelling-salts. But the New Doll haughtily refused
her. Angelina wept, and implored in vain, the Old-
Fashioned Doll had fainted from excessive emotion,
Nip was poking his nose inquisitively in her face.
Suddenly the door opened, and a beautiful spirit en-
tered the room. She looked sorrowfully around,
first upon the New Doll, who dropped her eyes and
appeared very much ashamed; next the spirit looked
at Angelina, who blushed with mortification, and hid
her face in her hands; then the eyes of the beautiful
one rested upon Nip, and the dog crept away in a very
penitent manner to the rug; finally the spirit looked
at the Old-Fashioned Doll, who immediately recovered
from her faint and sat upright. Her eyes seemed to
start from her head, so much was she moved by the
glance of the spirit. And now the nursery was per-
fectly quiet, and every one was looking at the beauti-
ful spirit.
Oh," said she, how grieved I am to find you all
so ill." Here they all looked very much astonished.
So ill-tempered, of course, I mean," continued

she; but I will see what I can do to help you. Now,
what is the trouble with you?" turning to the New
Doll, who, very proud of being spoken to first, hastened
to say how she had always associated with the first
families, and really it was unbearable to be forced to
live among such commonplace and uninteresting folks
as her new acquaintances. She was not appreciated,
either, in such company.
You next," said the spirit to Angelina. Angelina
confessed that life was anything but pleasant to her.
What with being dragged around by impudent,
curly dogs, and being snubbed and trodden upon by
every new comer, she had no peace or quiet, and
would not be sorry when the time came for her to be
laid in the grave. There, at least, she would be re-
The spirit turned from Angelina to the Old-Fash-
ioned Doll.
And you ?" she said.
"Oh," the Old-Fashioned Doll hastened to say, I
am, indeed, very, very miserable. When you came in I
had just fainted from excessive emotion, caused by the
thought of how much I suffer daily from a certain
member of this family." She would not expose Nip,


she was too kind-hearted for that; but the dog knew
she meant him, and began shaking so violently, from
shame and mortification, that it attracted the attention
of the spirit, who nodded her head at him to begin his
Now, Nip had never had a trouble in his life except-
ing what his own carelessness had brought him, so he
was rather at a loss to find cause of complaint, and the
only thing he could say was, Well, I really do think
I am an ill-used dog. The end of my nose is-so long
that it is constantly getting me into trouble."
This remark, of course, made all the dolls think of
the molasses candy, and they smiled in spite of them-
selves, and Nip, pleased that he had produced an im-
pression, sat up, and wagged his paws affably.
Then the spirit spoke: I was sent here," she said,
"because it is well-known that there is not a family on.
the earth more comfortably off than you. You have
a kind little mistress, a comfortable, nay, even elegant
home. Your wants are all supplied, your wishes all
gratified. And how do I find you ? Living happily
and peacefully among yourselves ? Oh, no, I grieve to
say it, I find you fretting one another, annoying one
another, even quarrelling!"


She spoke so sadly that all her listeners began to feel
very much ashamed, and not one of them could find a
word to say in return.
And now," continued the spirit, since you are all
so very unhappy, I have concluded to give each one
the thing I judge she most needs. So you," turning
to the Old-Fashioned Doll, are to change places
with the New Doll. You are to have her clothes and
sit on the doll-sofa, and be treated in every way as if
you were a great lady. The New Doll is to have your
clothes, and will take your position in the family, while
Angelina, because she has been obliged to work so
hard, is now to sit all day, and do nothing. And
Nip, who thinks his nose so long, will get rid of the
difficulty by holding it straight in the air at all times.
I shall come back in a month, and see how you are
getting along." With these words the spirit van-
Well, I never! exclaimed the Old-Fashioned Doll.
" Life is very strange and uncertain, I must say. Still,
sometimes we do get our wishes." And she began
exchanging her old clothes for those of the New Doll,
whose red cheeks were sadly streaked with the tears
she was plentifully shedding. To be sure the new


clothes felt a little uncomfortable, they were so very
stiff; but she did not doubt she would get used to
that. The New Doll just managed to get on the dingy
garments which had fallen to her share, and then sank
on the floor, and wrung her hands in misery.
Angelina seated herself in a rocking-chair, folded
her hands contentedly, and began singing. She, at
least, was contented with the change.
And Nip. Never was a dog so well pleased as he.
He held his nose as high in the air as he could, and
thought it great fun.
And now we will leave them for a month.
I never could tell you how that four weeks was
spent in the nursery. We will just take a peep in at
the end of the time.
Angelina still sits in the rocking-chair; but she is
not singing. She looks very sad and very sick. She
sighs, and murmurs in a low tone, Ah, will this dreary
month ever end ? Oh, to be once more busy and happy,
as I used to be If I could only begin now and sweep
and dust this room I know I should be perfectly happy.
If I had but known what was best for me, I never should
have been in this state. Work! Why, work is what
makes people happy, at least it would make me so."


She stopped speaking, and Nip, who was lying at
her feet with his nose in the air, of course, whined
The Old-Fashioned Doll was standing by the win-
dow. Sitting on the doll-sofa and standing by the
window were all the changes she allowed herself.
Otherwise the new clothes would have suffered.
Ah said she, "what a dreary thing to sit day
after day, with nothing to do. I declare I am losing
the use of my limbs." Here she started off on a brisk
walk in order to be sure that she could yet use her
feet; but stopped suddenly, thinking that she would
soil her dress by dragging it over the carpet. Then
she tried to hold the train up; but her hands were so
weak from long idleness that she could not. These
hateful clothes!" she exclaimed. "They are the great-
est trouble in the world. What is the use in living if
one cannot have a little pleasure? and here I am
obliged to be still all day for fear of soiling my clothes.
If I had only known this before! "
The New Doll thought she suffered most of all. To
be obliged to live among common and unfashionable
dolls was nothing in comparison with her lot now.
She had fallen so low as to be on the most intimate


and friendly terms with the Old-Fashioned Doll,
even going so far as to tell her that the pink tarlatan
was most becoming to her, which the Old-Fashioned
Doll could not really believe, but was too polite to say
so. In fact, although she did not know it, the New
Doll was much pleasanter than she used to be. She
actually offered one day to hold up the train, while the
Old-Fashioned Doll took a long and refreshing walk
around the room.
And, sometimes, when Nip was almost frantic from
having to hold his nose in the air, she would stand up
and let him rest it on her shoulder, which comforted
him amazingly, and long before the month was out
they were the best of friends, and he had begged par-
don, very handsomely, for having nipped her fingers.
This morning she was sitting on the floor, thinking a
little sadly of her former splendor. "I am sure," she
said, "that the waist of that pink dress will be com-
pletely ruined. It is entirely too small for that poor
creature, how she ever gets into it is a mystery to me.
I believe I'll ask her. No, I won't, either, she is a
good old thing, if she is homely. I won't hurt her
feelings by an allusion to something she can't help.
Besides, after all, clothes do make a very little differ-


ence. As Nip said the other day, one might better
have poor clothes and a good heart than good clothes
and a bad heart. Strange dog that Nip, but a real
wise fellow, and occasionally says something worth
hearing. But, ah, me! if I could only be comfortably
clothed again I am sure I should be thankful. If I
had only known what I was coming to, I never should
have complained."
So you see they all said the same thing. If I had
only known." All, excepting Nip, who was too miser-
able to say anything, and simply lay, and moaned.
In the midst of all this complaining, and before any-
one was aware of it, the spirit stood in the room. I
think she must have come in through the open win-
dow, for certainly the door had not opened. She
looked around, and said kindly, I am glad to find you
all so well," and, seeing their astonishment at this, went
on, So well disposed toward one another, I mean."
Then she laid her hand upon Angelina's head, and
said: "Well, I suppose, you are perfectly happy?
No? You are not? Well I know you are not; I
knew it before I asked you. To tell you the truth,
I have been in the room for the last hour, and have
heard all your complaints, and I have decided to let


you all change back again to your own places. That
is, if you are willing."
They all exclaimed eagerly that they were, indeed,
very willing. But first, said the spirit, I want to hear
what you have learned this month. Angelina may
I have learned," said Angelina, that to be happy
is not to be idle."
I have learned," said the New Doll, that to be
proud of one's clothes is the most foolish of all pride,
and that it is wise to be thankful for what one has,
even if it be not the thing that one wants the most."
"And I," said the Old-Fashioned Doll, "have
learned that one can wear fine clothes, and have a
very heavy heart all the time, and that the place one
is put in is generally the place where one can do the
most good."
"And I have learned," said Nip, that to have a
long nose is not the worst thing in the world by any
means," and he sighed painfully.
I see," said the spirit, when they had finished,
"that my plan has worked very well indeed. So now
all I have to say is, good-by, and I hope that it will
never be necessary for me to try it again."


So saying, she vanished. After a half-hour's com-
motion in the nursery, we again see things nearly as
they were on our first visit. But there is one grand
exception. Then every one looked unhappy and mis-
erable. Now every one is happy and contented, and
determined that the month's experience should not be
lost. The New Doll is having a sociable chat with
the Old-Fashioned Doll; Angelina'is cheerfully putting
things to rights; and Nip lies with his nose buried
deep in the rug. And so we leave them.






I i Ii i~C


M Y dear children have you ever heard of the
wonderful treasure that Jack obtained by
going up the bean-stalk? I do not mean the gold
and jewels, but something still more costly. It was
this. A curious little wooden box that contained the
key of,-what do you think? Why, the castle in the
moon. Strange that such a thing should come into
the possession of a poor boy like Jack; but he was an
adventuresome fellow, as the keeper of the box, a
queer little man whom Jack met going down the bean-
stalk, knew.
"So," thought the odd creature, I can see this is
a brave boy by his looks. He would not mind a trip
to the moon, I know. I'll give him the box."
So the box became Jack's, and with the box, of
course, the key to the wonderful, beautiful castle in


the moon. After Jack had returned home, and the
excitement of killing the giant and becoming a rich
boy had somewhat died away, he bethought him of
this box. Upon opening it he saw, first, a folded
paper, inside of which was the key. Also on the
paper were directions that Jack should go to one
Peter Spry, who would give him all necessary infor-
mation as to his journey. Saying nothing to his
mother, who he feared would object, Jack soon be-
took himself to Peter Spry. Now Peter was a wise
fellow. Going to the moon was no more to him than
going to Boston would be for you or me. So he
shook his head very knowingly when Jack showed
him the box, and said:
Ah, yes, an easy thing, Jack; a very easy thing."
It may be easy enough for you; but it is quite
impossible for me," answered Jack.
"Ah, well, we'll see; come to me this evening at
eight o'clock and I'll find a way to send you to the
Jack went home puzzled. If he had had a few of
those wonderful beans left, nothing would have seemed
easier than a trip to the moon, for bean-stalks were not
hard to climb; but now, how could he ever get there?


Well, he must trust to Peter Spry. Promptly at eight
he was at Peter's door. For, if I am going such a
long journey, I may as well start as soon as I can,"
said Jack.
Peter led him out into the back part of his garden.
Now," said he, perhaps you will think I know
something about travelling."
Jack looked, and then laughed heartily. What he
saw was a beautiful, little boat. There were velvet
cushions on the seats, and over one end was stretched
a silken canopy. In the other end sat a little elf hold-
ing the rudder. When the elf saw Jack he got up,
and bowed to him gravely three times. At this Jack
laughed all the louder. But Peter Spry said:
Oh, yes, you may laugh; but just step in, and see
how you like it."
Jack stepped in gaily; but he had no sooner seated
himself than the boat began to rise slowly in the air.
Jack was so astonished that he could not speak, and
by the time he came to his senses the boat had risen
so far above the earth that Peter Spry looked like a
little, black dot, and it would have been impossible to
make him hear. All this time the elf was guiding
the boat toward that part of the heavens where the


moon was hanging so still and bright. At last, after a
long time, Jack said to himself, Now I will see if this
little elf knows where he is taking me to," so he said
politely, Pray, can you tell me where we are going ?"
On hearing Jack speak, the elf rose, and bowed
again three times, after which he handed him a letter.
Jack opened it, and read:

When I gave you the key to the castle in the
moon, I did so because I thought you were a brave
boy, and would be kind to my dear child, Fairy Bell,
who is kept alone in the castle, guarded by only one
faithful servant. He is known to the inhabitants of
the earth as the man in the moon, and people know
very little of him except, as they say, that he has a
'far-away look.' But I assure you, my dear prince,
that he is both good and kind, and has been a devoted
slave to Fairy Bell. For this reason I hope you will
treat him with consideration when you take possession
of the castle, and allow him to retain his position there.
Give to my dear Fairy Bell my love and blessing, and
may you both be ever happy and prosperous.

When Jack had finished this letter he sat for a long
time silent. Finally, he said aloud: These people
evidently take me for a prince; at any rate I will act


like one." Then he turned to the elf, and said loftily,
" How much farther is it ?" The elf, after bowing three
times, pointed with one hand straight ahead. Jack
looked, and started back with surprise. Before them
stood a lofty castle glittering with a thousand lights.
Every window seemed made of a hundred panes, and
every pane seemed a great diamond. Jack sprang
out of the boat. They had really reached the moon.
And now Jack began to feel uneasy about his dress.
Although a rich boy, he did not look like a prince, he
thought, and wished he had provided himself with a
handsome suit before leaving home. But, as he soon
saw, he need not have worried. The night dews
which had fallen on him as he sat in the boat had
hardened, and now his clothes were shining as if
covered with precious jewels, and a short stick which
he had held in his hand all the while looked as if
studded with diamond points. This stick Jack imme-
diately named his wand, thinking, I am sure I do not
know why, that a wand was a very proper thing for a
prince to carry. So, holding his wand gravely before
him, he walked up to the entrance of the castle. The
great door was opened by a little man, all wrinkled
and bowed down with age. Jack thought he had


never seen such an old-looking person before, and
indeed he might well think so; for this little man was
thousands of years old. When he saw Jack, he bowed
very low, and said: "You are very welcome, prince.
I have looked for you many years." Jack looked
around and saw the most beautiful things you can
imagine. He seemed to be in a large room, the ceil-
ing of which was purest marble, ornamented with
precious stones. Running from the ceiling to the
floor were marble columns, wonderfully carved. The
floor itself was of marble, inlaid with gold and silver.
In the centre of the room a lovely fountain was playing,
the spray of which, as it fell, turned into different colors,
and took the shape of a rainbow. Around the edge of
the fountain rare and exquisite flowers were growing,
making the whole place sweet with their perfume.
But, although Jack wanted to stay and enjoy all
this beauty, he was still more anxious to see Fairy
Bell; so, turning to the old man, he asked to be taken
where she was.
Up in the highest tower of the castle," said the
old man, sits Fairy Bell, waiting for you. Many
years she has watched and waited, knowing surely
that you would come at last." Then he led Jack up


many flights of stairs to the room where Fairy Bell
was. It was a lovely, little room. Just the place you
would imagine would suit such a dainty, little body as
Fairy Bell. But to describe it would take one better
versed in fairy lore than I; for it was truly a real bit
of fairy land. Jack stopped on the threshold, and
began to feel somehow very rough and clumsy when he
saw the beautiful child sitting within. But Fairy Bell
had waited too long for Jack to think or care how he
might look, and so the welcome he got was a very
cordial one. For, although Fairy Bell was a princess
and had all the beautiful things she wanted, though
her dresses were as fine and costly as fairy hands
could make them, and her toys so elegant that they
seemed rather made to look at than to play with, still
she was oftentimes unhappy, and longed for some one
to talk to and play with, and so when she saw Jack
she felt that now she would have a companion, and
never be lonesome again. She did not know that
Jack intended she should leave the castle, and go down
to the earth and live, and when he spoke of it she was
much surprised. Still she was willing to go anywhere
or do anything that Jack said, for she felt that he was
a brave and good boy.


But there is one thing, Jack," said she, that you
must do before I can go with you to the earth. Al-
though you do not know it, this room is full of fairies.
It is they who have made me all these beautiful
clothes." As she spoke she showed Jack some of her
dresses. How I wish you could have seen them!
There was one of pale green trimmed with butterflies'
wings, and another such a lovely blue it looked as if it
might have been made of a bit of the sky; this was
covered with white lace, which the fairies, after making,
had laid out on the grass that the dew might fall upon
it, and the drops of dew had become hard, and
sparkled like diamonds. Then there were others so
beautiful that I cannot describe them.
"And," Fairy Bell went on, "though these fairies
are good and kind to me, yet they are watching me all
the time, that I may not do anything contrary to the
wishes of their queen. Now, the queen has made a
law that I shall not leave the castle without wearing
on my finger a certain ring which she gave to my
mother, and this ring, dear Jack, is not in the moon,
but on the earth, so you will have to go back there,
and get it for me."
But," said Jack, "why are you afraid of the queen ?


Why not go to the earth with me, and then I will get
you the ring."
"Oh, no, indeed, Jack, that we cannot do; the
queen will not allow me to go away from here with-
out the ring; she promised my mother so when she
"Well, then," said Jack, "I will go; but where
shall I find it? "
Fairy Bell handed him a tiny gold key, saying:
"Take this to Peter Spry, and he will give you
the ring."
I don't see why he couldn't have given it me in the
first place," answered Jack, who did not like the idea
of going back without Fairy Bell.
"You forget he did not have the key," said she,
"and now please hurry, Jack, I so want to get away
from here."
"Very well, then," replied Jack, "I'll go at once,
that I may be back the sooner." Then he left Fairy
Bell, and hurried down the stairs, holding the little
key in his hand.
As he. passed out of the door the old man said:
"Be careful of the key, my Prince, or you will never
see Fairy Bell again."


Oh, I'll be sure to do that," answered Jack, hold-
ing it up so the old man could see it, who said, gravely:
Fairy Bell and I will both watch anxiously for your
Jack nodded merrily, and ran down to the boat,
which he found in the same place where he had
left it. The little elf, after rising and bowing three
times, sat down, turned the boat around, and he and
Jack were soon sailing swiftly toward the earth. The
voyage was quickly made, and Jack hastened toward
the house o' Peter Spry. This person expressed no
surprise at seeing Jack, and only said, coolly:
"Well, Jack, what now?"
Oh, the ring, the ring answered Jack.
Oh, yes, well enough to say 'the ring, the ring;'
but where is the key to the casket that holds the
ring? "
Oh, I have that," replied Jack, putting his hand in
his pocket. But the smile that was on Jack's face
when he spoke soon died away. There was no key
there. Could he have lost it? Oh, no, he had put it
away so carefully. But, search as he would, there was
no key forthcoming.
"But I had it, really, really," said he to Peter.


Sorry you did not keep it," answered that indi-
Perhaps I have dropped it in the boat; I'll go and
see," said Jack, rushing from the house. But, alas!
when Jack reached the back of Peter Spry's garden
he found the boat, too, had disappeared. Not a sign
or trace of it remained. The place looked as if no
fairy boat or grave little elf had ever been there.
Jack threw himself on the ground in despair, and
actually cried, so bitter was his disappointment. His
sorrow was heightened, too, by the thought that now
Fairy Bell was condemned to pass her whole life in
that dreadful castle," as Jack now called it.
Oh, Fairy Bell," said he, aloud, "How could I
have been so careless; how could I "
In the meantime, Peter Spry had come out, and,
being a kind-hearted man in the main, was touched
by Jack's distress, and so he went up to him, and said,.
But, indeed, Master Jack, you have a great deal
yet to make you happy; think how rich you are, and
how many friends you have. Indeed I heard the
Marquis of Cauliflower saying, only yesterday, that
he would not object to so fine a young man for a son-


in-law. As for those people in the moon, they'll do
well enough, I dare say; they can't have feelings, you
know, seeing that they don't live on the earth." But,
though honest Peter meant well enough, Jack was far
from being comforted. And, after a while, seeing how
useless his sympathy was, Peter left him, saying, as he
went away, that it was a "pity such a likely fellow
should take on so about something that was mere
moonshine after all."
That last word touched Jack's already sensitive heart.
He raised his hand, and said fiercely:
It is not all moonshine. It is a real castle and a
real princess and a real old man, and you are a cruel,
unfeeling monster." The last word he fairly shrieked,
and then began crying again, harder than ever.
Peter Spry, instead of being offended at this uncom-
plimentary speech, began to laugh, at which Jack rose
and started for home. He was deeply hurt to think
that Peter should laugh at him. I cannot blame him.
One does not like one's troubles laughed at, even if
they be moonshine. But Peter stopped laughing be-
fore Jack had gone far, and called him back, and said:
Well, Jack, what is to be done.?"
Jack did not answer for a moment, and then, looking


up, seemed struck by the twinkle in Peter's eye. An
idea flashed across his mind. Perhaps the old man
would help him after all.
Come into the house said Peter, and let's talk
it over."
Now," he continued, when they had reached the
queer little room, you say you had that key ?
Yes," answered Jack.
"And that you lost it? "
Yes," said Jack again.
"And that you cannot find it? "
For the third time Jack said Yes."
And yet you do not ask me to help you ?"
As Peter Spry said this, he suddenly seemed to grow
very large and strong. He looked twice his usual
size, and his face changed, too. He looked a little
like the man Jack had met on the bean-stalk, and
then, too, there was a curious resemblance to the little
elf. And then it all passed away, and he stood there
plain Peter Spry.
But Jack had had a revelation.
He stepped back, and crossed his hands upon his
breast, and bowed humbly three times.
Then he said: Oh, great, wise, and good keeper


of the golden key, help a poor boy who can do noth-
ing without the little ring that lies in the locked
Sometimes we do not see the gifts that lie at our
feet," answered Peter Spry.
Jack looked down. Yes, there at his feet lay the
little golden key.
Did it drop from the sky ?" he asked.
"Well, I can hardly say," replied Peter; "but a
great many good things do come in that way. You
may as well suppose that as anything else."
Jack thought that very mysterious, but kept that
thought to himself. And I may as well say here that
he never did find out how that key happened to be lying
there at that particular moment. I am sure it puzzles
me, too; but then, my dears, there are a great many
puzzling things in this world, as you will find out when
you are older. The next thing, of course, was to
watch Peter unlock the little casket, and take out the
precious ring. How Jack's hand trembled as he took
it, and how carefully he put it away in a safe place in
his pocket. He hardly dared hope to find the boat
at the back of the garden; but there it was in the old
place. The little elf smiled knowingly, and then bowed


gravely. Jack stepped into the boat. His elfin guide
seemed determined to make up for lost time, and the
boat went swiftly through the air like a bird. Soon
the earth was left behind, and they were up in the
still, solemn sky, sailing among the stars toward
Fairy Bell.
She was waiting for them, and when they reached
the castle gate, they saw her standing there by the
old man's side.
Jack held up the little ring. Now," said he, are
you ready ?"
"Yes," answered Fairy Bell, "ready and willing;
but first I must say good-by."
She went up the stairs, one flight after another,
until she reached the room in the highest tower.
Here all the fairies of the moon were waiting; they
stood in a circle around the room, and Fairy Bell
went from one to another, and said farewell. They all
cried, a'nd the little girl cried, too; they had always
been such good friends. Do not forget us," said
And Fairy Bell answered, that though she might
live till her eyes were too dim to see the dear, old
moon, yet she could never forget the kind little peo-


pie in it, who all her life had loved her, and worked
for her.
Then they all kissed her, and gave her good wishes,
a different one from every fairy; and so she left them.
The old man watched Jack and Fairy Bell as they
stepped into the little boat. He looked very sad.
Fairy Bell wanted him to leave the castle, and go
with them to the earth; but he shook his head.
No," he said, I must wait here until my work is
done. I must guard the little people left here in my
charge, until they are sent for to go to a beautiful
land where only fairies live. When they need me no
longer then I, too, may go away, and seek a home on
the earth."
So Jack and Fairy Bell went away from the moon
and the glittering castle and the old man.
Shall I tell you how, as they stepped into the boat,
all the fairies came flying around, and accompanied
them all the way to the earth, singing beautiful, fairy
songs all the while? and how, when Fairy Bell first
stood on the earth, she felt a little afraid-it all seemed
so strange ? and how she went up, and kissed Peter
Spry, who stood waiting to receive them, as if she had
known him all her life, which quite astonished Jack?


but Peter seemed to take it as a matter of course, and
then asked her how somebody was. Jack did not
quite catch the name; he simply caught the idea that
perhaps Peter Spry and Fairy Bell had met somewhere
And would you like to hear how Peter took them to
a beautiful palace standing on the shores of a lovely
lake, in whose waters the moon and stars were shin-
ing? and how Fairy Bell, who, of course, knew nothing
about reflection, thought, when she saw it, that her old
friends had come down on the earth to live near her ?
And how, at the door of the palace, a little page met
them, and knelt at Fairy Bell's feet, holding above his
head a velvet cushion on which lay a tiny golden key?
and how, as soon as Fairy Bell took the little key in
her hand, all the palace blazed with lights and all the
rooms were full of people-ladies dressed in satin and
gentlemen dressed in velvet-and from some invisible
choir wonderful music came stealing in through the
open windows, and the ladies came and kissed Fairy
Bell, and the gentlemen shook hands with Jack,.
and everyone bowed most respectfully to Peter Spry,
who seemed to be a great man? And then suddenly
everything changed. The music ceased, and the people


disappeared; for the first rays of the rising sun had
touched the palace roof, and the wonderful night for
Jack had vanished, and a wonderful day and a new
life had begun for Fairy Bell.
And Peter Spry? Why, of course, he remained
Lord Keeper of the Golden Key and chief adminis-
trator of Fairy Bell's estates in the moon. And the
old man ? Well, perhaps, some time in the future,
when all the fairies shall have gone back to the land
from which they first came-a land far, far away, which
mortal eyes can never see, and of which the wisest
men know not even the name, then it may happen
that Fairy Bell's castle will no longer need a keeper;
and so, in the years to come, some child looking up to
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LITTLE Jasmine was swinging out in the apple
orchard. The trees were full of beautiful, pink
blossoms. A butterfly floating lazily past saw both
the little girl and the apple-blossoms, and wondered
which was the fairer. The bright sun sent his long,
golden rays down upon the blossoms, and they blushed
and thanked him, and kept some, and threw the rest
on Jasmine's hair. A little breeze flew up among the
blossoms, and set them all whispering and nodding to
one another, and then, as if ashamed of having made
such a stir in the world, came and kissed Jasmine's
cheeks in a quiet, little way that she liked very much.
Beneath the apple-trees lay the soft grass, full of
dandelions and daisies and clover. And the grass-
blades stood on tiptoe, and whispered something to the
dandelions, and they told it to the daisies, and the
daisies, of course, could not keep it from the clover,
they are such intimate friends, you know. And a gos-


siping bee, hidden in a clover blossom, heard the won-
derful secret, and flew home laden with honey and
news, which latter he told to his relatives under a strict
promise of secrecy; but bees are such little things, and
have such tiny consciences, that the next moment they
forgot all about the promise, and rushed out of the
hive buzzing with impatience to tell what they knew to
the whole world. And the bees talked so loudly that
the summer wind caught the secret too, and hurried to
tell it to the lake, and the lake became very excited,
and said that such a thing ought to be known, and
commanded her children to hasten, and tell it to every-
one they could. So the wavelets and ripples, being
obedient children, swiftly carried the news to the rushes
on the margin of the lake, and the rushes drew them-
selves up stiffly and said that they had seen it coming
a long time, and that it was no news to them. And
one little wavelet, more enterprising than the others,
gave the news to the river which flowed from the lake,
and the river, after hearing it, rushed on madly, no
doubt being in a hurry to carry the important secret to
the ocean itself.
And this is what the grass-blades whispered to the
dandelions. Do you see that little girl in the swing?


The fairies told me last night that she is going to be
queen of the Golden Island."
But Jasmine never heard a word of all this. She
was too busy looking at the sky. For she saw up
there a wonderful castle. The castle was very high,
with stories one upon another, and turrets reaching
almost out of sight. It really was an air castle and
built of clouds, and the wind would blow it away in a
little while; but Jasmine did not know that, and, when
she saw a tiny piece of cloud break away and float off
through the sky, she said: "That is the little prince
going on a journey." And then another piece followed,
and then another, and another, until the whole sky
was full of bits of floating cloud, and Jasmine said:
" Those are the soldiers going to take care of the
And then she looked again for the castle, and, see-
ing it had disappeared, said: "The prince and his
soldiers are very fast travellers: they have gone way
out of sight of the castle."
Then a grasshopper flew up on Jasmine's dress.
He was a very large grasshopper, and a very wise-
looking one. And Jasmine looked down kindly at him,
and said: "Well, Mr. Grasshopper, what have you


got to say?" Then the grasshopper lifted up one
leg, as if to tell Jasmine to listen; then he changed
his mind, and put it down. Then the leg went up
again, and Jasmine leaned over to hear what he might
say, when the provoking creature just shrugged his
shoulders, and flew off without uttering a word. She
did not see the little fairy, sitting right over her head,
shake her finger at the grasshopper and say: Go
away, meddlesome insect, I will tell Jasmine myself."
But the fairy did not tell her anything. She only
stretched out her little, gauzy wings, and flew away
to the garden wall. Over this wall grew a rose-tree.
The fairy alighted on the rose-tree, and, after stopping
there a moment, flew down into the heart of the larg-
est rose. There were many other fairies there. The
heart of the rose was their council chamber.
The queen of the fairies was there in her robes of
She sat on her throne, and held her sceptre in her
hand. All the other fairies were kneeling around her.
When the fairy who had just come from the orchard
entered the council chamber, the queen looked glad,
and raised her sceptre above her head, and said:
My dearly loved and faithful subjects, rise and


take your seats, and we will hear what word our
messenger brings."
Then all the fairies seated themselves around the
throne, and the fairy who had just come in went, and
knelt before the queen, and kissed the sceptre which
she held out. And the queen said: Speak, Oh,
messenger, and tell us what news thou bringest."
And the fairy said: Most gracious queen, know
then that my errand has been successful. I have
found one who, for beauty and grace and goodness,
is fit to be queen of the Golden Island."
Then the queen waved her sceptre, and the fairies
knew that she was pleased. And they clapped their
hands, and shouted, and the court band played its
loudest music, and there was such a commotion and
noise in the heart of the rose that it shook to its very
outermost petal, and a light-minded butterfly, who was
sitting thereon, flew away in a hurry, thinking there
was an earthquake.
Presently, the queen again raised her sceptre over
her head. Then the fairies all became silent, and the
queen said:
Now hasten all away, some prepare the palace in
the Golden Island for the reception of the queen, and


others fly all over the whole earth, and invite the
fairies to the coronation; for to-night will little Jasmine
be crowned queen of the Golden Island."
Then all the fairies flew away eager to do the
bidding of their queen. All, excepting one, I mean,
who was a very lazy, little fairy, and had often been
scolded by the queen for her indolence. Indeed,
the other fairies sometimes whispered to one another
that if she did not take care, she would be exiled
from the queen's court, and sent to live among
the grasshoppers, which would be a sad disgrace
to any well-born fairy, and one to be avoided, if pos-
For you must know that the grasshoppers claim to
be second cousins to the fairies, and say that their
great, great, great-grandmother was a member of the
royal family itself; but becoming tired of the vanities
of court life, dressed herself one day in a sober suit
of brown and left fairy-land, never to return. But
the fairies will not listen to this side of the story.
Oh, no, they say that the great, great, great-grand-
mother of the grasshoppers was only a waiting-
maid to the queen of the fairies, and that she was
expelled from court because of her vulgar liking for


molasses, and that she was condemned, and her chil-
dren after her, to wear brown to the end of their
This difference of opinion has had the effect of pro-
ducing a coolness between the great races of fairies
and grasshoppers; whether they are not both very
silly about it I leave you to decide, and so no threat
can be more awful to a respectable fairy than that she
shall be sent to live among the grasshoppers, and
no grasshopper would consider himself well-behaved
if he did not shrug his shoulders and turn away his
head if, by chance, he saw anywhere one of his fairy
Which brings me back to the lazy fairy, who, as
the queen dismissed her court, flew lazily forth, and,
after wandering round the meadow two or three times,
said that she was tired, and would take a little rest, so
she sat down in a buttercup, and there fell fast asleep,
which was the cause of a sad mishap to her, as you
will see before this story is ended.
And all this time little Jasmine was swinging under
the apple-trees.
And the sun had travelled so far down that he
looked Jasmine straight in the face. And the grass-


blades and dandelions and daisies and clover were so
thrilled with the news they had heard that they were
trembling to their very roots.
And the wind passing through the orchard was
filled with astonishment, and inquired of the apple-
blossoms if it was really so. And the apple-blossoms
said yes, whereupon the wind said very impolitely that
he did not believe it, and would ask Jasmine himself.
So he went and rustled in her hair to attract her at-
tention; but she did not hear him, for she was listen-
ing to a voice which said, Little girl, little girl, come
with me to the Golden Island."
And Jasmine's heart was filled with delight, and she
started up and said, "I will go with you, willingly;
but tell me where is the Golden Island? "
But the voice was silent.
And then Jasmine called to the apple-blossoms to
see if they knew.
But the blossoms only smiled at one another, and
did not reply. And the grass-blades and dandelions
and daisies and clover heard the question, and they
were afraid she would ask them next, so they all be-
gan nodding, as if they were fast asleep, and Jasmine
saw them and said, Oh, dear, I should like to ask


them; but I have not the heart to wake them from
their afternoon naps."
So she passed on to the rushes on the margin of
the lake.
But they looked so stiff and proud that she was,
afraid to say a word to them.
Down in the farthest corner of the orchard were
growing some dainty violets. They never associated.
very much with the other flowers; they liked seclusion
and quiet. I think that the daisies and clover looked
down upon them a little, and considered them, per-
haps, just the least .bit in the world stupid; but the
violets never minded, and went on blooming in their
own sweet, quiet fashion, very thankful if by any
chance the sun now' and then thought of them, and
sent them a ray or two of his wonderful light; but if
he forgot them entirely, which was the case most of
the time, they never minded that either, but just lived
on contentedly, each took, gratefully, its drop of morn-
ing dew, and lifted up its hopeful little face in thanks,,
each bloomed as brightly as if the cheering up of the
dark corner depended upon itself alone, and all com-
bined their sweetness and beauty, and made the place
seem like a thought of heaven.


But Jasmine had found the violets out, and they
were very good friends. So now she went to them
to ask where was the Golden Island. But the violets
could not tell, the fairies had forbidden them to say a
word about it.
And then Jasmine asked the summer wind; but it
sent back its answer so softly that she could not
hear it.
And all this time the voice kept saying in her ear,
" Little girl, little girl, come with me to the Golden
And all this time the little, lazy fairy lay asleep in
the buttercup.
And she was in great danger of being sent to live
with the grasshoppers; for it was her duty to tell Jas-
mine the way to the Golden Island. And the sun
kept going down, lower and lower.
And the bees flew home, and went to bed.
And the lake and her children were already fast
The wind had said "good-night" to the apple-
blossoms, and gone away. The orchard was perfectly
The stillness awoke the little, lazy fairy. She


jumped out of the buttercup, and flew away to find
But by this time Jasmine had come back to the
swing. Nothing could tell her where to find the
Golden Island.
The fairy flew up on a bough of the apple-tree,
just over Jasmine's head.
And again the voice said, To the Golden Island,,
come with me to the Golden Island."
"Oh, where shall I find it, where," cried Jasmine,,
and looking all around, as if to find an answer, saw
the little fairy. She pointed her finger to where the
sun had just gone down.
Banked up in the west lay the golden clouds.
Out of them rose, with palaces glittering and hill
tops rose-colored, the wonderful, fairy island. Around
its cloudy borders lay the blue sea, deepening and
darkening and stretching away down to the earth,
almost touching Jasmine's feet.
The gleam of a thousand summer mornings hung
over it, and its cloud borders were edged with the
silver that is reflected from a field of snow lying under
a winter moon.
And as Jasmine looked, forth from the island came


a multitude of shining, white creatures, and they
floated over the blue sea, extending their arms toward
her. And she felt herself lifted from the earth, and
the shining creatures floating around her carried her
toward the west, and the last thing she heard was the
"chirp, chirp" of a cricket right under the apple-tree,
and the last thing she saw was the evening star just
coming out, and so she went over the blue sea to the
Golden Island.
And the little, lazy fairy followed meekly all the
while; for she felt that perhaps she might get a scold-
ing. If she had not been such a lazy fairy she would
have felt that she deserved one. If she had had any
conscience at all she would have felt that she was not
a bit too good to be sent to live with the grasshoppers.
But I am afraid that she had no conscience, not the
tiniest one, she was so little and so lazy. And it surely
must be pleasant to lie down in a buttercup, and be
rocked to sleep by the wind. Perhaps there was some
excuse for the fairy.
Jasmine reached the Golden Island. As soon as
she touched its shores, the fairies formed themselves
into two lines, stretching tip to the palace gates. And
*as Jasmine walked between them the fairies threw


flowers for her to step on, and the flowers looked very
much like the dandelions and daisies and clover she
had seen in the orchard that morning; but she thought
it could not be possible that they were the same
ones. The flowers laughed gayly at her puzzled face,
and one saucy dandelion rolled out of the path, and
stared her straight in the eyes, as she passed, as if to
say, "Don't you know me?"
At the palace gates stood the queen of the fairies.
She took Jasmine's hand, and led her into the palace
hall. Then the queen raised her sceptre, and a fairy
came forth, and brought Jasmine something to drink in
a golden cup shaped like a buttercup, and the queen
said: Drink this, and ever after you will have every-
thing you wish."
And Jasmine drank it. Then they took her to the
room where she was to be crowned. The place was
full of fairies; for every one in the world had been in-
The queen placed Jasmine on the throne. Then all
the fairies knelt around her. And the queen put in
her hand a bunch of violets, which looked so much
like those growing down in the corner of the orchard,
that Jasmine bent down and kissed them, and this


made the violets look very happy. Then Jasmine
knelt before the queen of the fairies, who placed upon
her head a crown of beautiful apple-blossoms, the fair-
est that grew on the trees under which Jasmine had
so often swung. And the blossoms rested on Jasmine's
hair in a very loving way, and smiled at one another
as if perfectly contented.
After Jasmine was crowned she rose, and sat down
on the throne, and the queen said: Fairies, behold
Jasmine, Queen of the Golden Island."
Then the fairies all kissed her hand, which she held
out, and she gave each one one of the violets she held,
and, although there were thousands and thousands of
fairies in the room, still the bunch of violets did not
grow smaller; but was just as large when each fairy
had been given one as before.
Then the queen said: Where is the golden book
in which Queen Jasmine must write her name? But
no one answered.
Whose duty was it to bring it from the bottom of
the silver lake ?" said the queen, sternly.
Mine," said the little, lazy fairy, coming for-
"Then, why have you not done so ? said the queen.


But the fairy had nothing to say; for she knew she
had been fast asleep in the buttercup when she ought to
have first shown Jasmine the way to the Golden Island,
and then gone to the bottom of the silver lake after
the golden book. So she hung her head, and answered
nothing, at which the queen looked very angry, and
all the rest very sad.
And the queen said: Because you have disobeyed
me, you shall be banished from the Golden Island, and
sent to live among the grasshoppers; therefore, go to
the royal wardrobe, and select from it a suit of brown
that will fit you, and never let me see your face again
in the halls of this palace."
Then the little fairy fell on her knees before the
queen, and wrung her hands and wept, and begged
the queen to forgive her just once more.
But the queen said, No; you have disobeyed me
too many times; I cannot forgive you."
And the little fairy went sorrowfully out of the
room. And all the other fairies put their cobweb
handkerchiefs up to their faces, and cried them so full
of tears that they had to be hung out on a rose-bush
to dry.
As soon as their weeping had ceased a little, the


queen said to Jasmine, Although you cannot write
your name in the golden book, still I can give you the
sceptre which now belongs to you." Then Jasmine
took the sceptre, and the queen knelt before her and
said, Oh, dear Queen Jasmine, what is the first
thing you would like to have us do for you ? "
And Jasmine said, "Did you not say that after
drinking out of the golden cup in the palace hall I
would forever have everything I wish ?"
And the queen answered, You can have every-
thing you wish, and every fairy in the world is bound
to obey you when you hold out your sceptre."
To which Jasmine replied, My first wish then is
that you will forgive the little, lazy fairy, and restore
her to her former position."
But the queen said, Dear Queen Jasmine, that is
impossible, unless you are willing to do a certain
And Jasmine said, "Oh, I will do anything rather
than have that dear little fairy sent to live among the
Then," said the queen, you must go first to the
bottom of the silver lake and get the golden book, and
after that you must go back to the earth and stay a


whole year before you can come again to the Golden
At these words Jasmine felt very sorrowful. She
could not bear to go back to the earth for a whole
year-it seemed so very long; but then she thought
of the poor, little fairy, and how very miserable she
was, so she said, Well, then, I will do as you say. I
will go to the bottom of the silver lake and get the
golden book, and then I will go and stay a year on
the earth, and then I will come back, and be forever
Queen of the Golden Island."
Which she did, and was never sorry for it either.
The year passed quickly; for every day some of the
fairies came to see her, and every night, after the sun
had set, she saw in the west the beautiful Golden
Island which she knew was going to be her home for-
ever, if she would only be patient. And she learned
in the year that no happiness is ever quite so perfect
as that which costs us a little self-denial. And some-
body else learned something in the year, too. I mean
the little, lazy fairy, who grew so beautiful in trying
all the time to do little acts of love for the other fairies,
that when Jasmine came back she chose her for her
first maid of honor, and all agreed in saying that there


never before had been one who was so beautiful and
kind and good.
And now, remember, if you want to see the Golden
Island you must look for it in the west after the sun
has gone down. And if you want to know the way to
it, you must ask the apple-blossoms, or daisies, or
clover, or the summer wind, or the rushes, or the vio-
lets down in the corner; perhaps they will tell you, al-
though they could not tell Jasmine.


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