Fairies Afield

WITH A WONDERFUL NOTE OF EXCEEDING JOY, HE SPREAD HIS WINGS AND FLEW ROUND THE BOWER, RETURNING AGAIN TO PERCH ON THE CHILD'S STILL OUTSTRETCHED HAND, AS IF IN GRATITUDE 52

They were at their place in the market in good time as usual. Their posies of late flowers and autumn foliage had, alas, diminished, but their supply of the fragrant leaves was...

And this was true. For the time, at least, all the little girl's fears had flown away. So Aria said no more, though from time to time during the next few days when she glanced a...

And besides these friendly evenings, the three young men always met on Sundays, and that all the year round. For on that day they had a standing invitation to dine with the old...

Hodge, as was his way, was very hungry and in a hurry to set to work at the excellent dinner which no doubt awaited them. Giles too agreed with him that under the circumstances...

"No, Michael, I don't agree with you. You've got wrong notions. There's a condition attached to the spell, which must be discovered by yourself. Uncle Peter told you this plainl...

Dirk was the youngest of the farmer's five sons, the youngest but by no means the favourite or the spoilt one, as a youngest is generally supposed to be. He was not as strong or...

"Now," she said, "I have made them become invisible to all eyes but your own, or those of the one to whom you may some day confide your secret, as you have permission to do. See...

She was standing by the window, gazing out at the fast increasing downpour, when the dame came in. "Supper-time, Merran," she said briskly, though there was no ill-temper in her...

"Thank goodness," she ejaculated, as she settled herself down again in her wraps, "thank goodness, we have no fellow-passengers. Now I mean to go to sleep again, and so may you,...

And in two or three minutes they returned to where Paulina was anxiously awaiting them--Clodagh looking quite fresh and sweet in the half Puritan-like garb, with a bow of black...

"Call me what you please, my dear, when we are alone," said the old lady, "but keep what you know, or suspect--rather more than the actual fact, by the bye," she added--"keep it...

"Grey Rocks, my dear Clodagh," he wrote, "is yours, your own property. It has again been for sale, as the late purchaser inherited unexpectedly a large property and did not care...