I have no need to tell you that Fannie never again attempted to disobey the protecting tyrant that she wore around her neck. And as the watch no longer had to warn her with its loud ticking, she learned in time to enjoy sacrificing her whims to her duty.
A little Fairy comes at night; Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown, With silver spots upon her wings, And from the moon she flutters down.
She has a little silver wand; And when a good child goes to bed, She waves her wand from right to left, And makes a circle round its head.
And then it dreams of pleasant things, Of fountains filled with Fairy fish, And trees that bear delicious fruit, And bow their branches at a wish;
Of arbours filled with dainty scents From lovely flowers that never fade; Bright flies that glitter in the sun And glow-worms shining in the shade;
And talking birds with gifted tongues For singing songs and telling tales, And pretty Dwarfs to show the way Through Fairy hills and Fairy dales.
But when a bad child goes to bed, From left to right she weaves her rings, And then it dreams all through the night Of only ugly horrid things!
Then wicked children wake and weep, And wish the long black gloom away; But good ones love the dark, and find The night as pleasant as the day.
_A little knight and little maid Met on the rim of Fairyland; A rippling stream betwixt them played; The little knight reached out his hand,_
_And said: “Now, may I cross to you, Or will you come across to me?” Out spoke the little maiden true: “Sir knight, nor this nor that can be:_
_“For I am here white flowers to sow, That little maidens far behind, Or wandering on the plains below, Their pathway up the hill may find._
_“And you are there good work to do; To clear the brambles from the way, That little knights who follow you May not upon the mountains stray.”_
In the days of yore there lived a very idle, greedy, naughty boy such as we never hear of in these times. His name was Master No-Book. The young gentleman hated lessons like mustard, both of which brought tears to his eyes. And during school hours he sat gazing at his books, pretending to be busy, while he considered where he could get the nicest pies, pastries, ices, and jellies. He smacked his lips at the very thought of them.