. St. Nicholas [serial] . FAIRY STORIES. BY D. M. SHAW, AGE 14. (CASH PRIZE.) FAIRIES. BY EDITH J. MINAKER (AGE 13). {Honor Member.) I heard among the willow boughs A gentle, whispering, sighing sound,As though amid the swaying leavesA host of moving forms were found,Whose draperies, touching as they moved,The willow twigs bentto and mother says t was justthe wind;I think it was the fairies,though. Last night, before I wentto sleep,Closed tightly was thetulips must have been a fairiesbed,Because this morn t wasopened made it close its pet-als soft,And open with the sun-ri
. St. Nicholas [serial] . FAIRY STORIES. BY D. M. SHAW, AGE 14. (CASH PRIZE.) FAIRIES. BY EDITH J. MINAKER (AGE 13). {Honor Member.) I heard among the willow boughs A gentle, whispering, sighing sound,As though amid the swaying leavesA host of moving forms were found,Whose draperies, touching as they moved,The willow twigs bentto and mother says t was justthe wind;I think it was the fairies,though. Last night, before I wentto sleep,Closed tightly was thetulips must have been a fairiesbed,Because this morn t wasopened made it close its pet-als soft,And open with the sun-rise glow?My mother says t was na-tures ways ;I think it was the fairies,though. There are so many, manythingsI cannot understand atall,And even mother does ntknowJust why the snow andraindrops yet they say there areno spritesOr fairies, when they donot knowHow else such curiousthings could think there must befairies, ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE. This month we have a genuine fairyland number,something out of the usual order of our competitions. The poems, the stories, and the drawings are all of thelittle people that we so seldom see, yet hear of so much,whose stories have made children happy ever since thefirst fay strung dewdrops for diamonds, chimed blue-bells for music, or hoarded dandelion petals for gold. We do not often see themat work or at play, for theyare like thin air and per-fumes and electric waves —we cannot perceive themwith the ordinary are even persons who,because they cannot see thefairies, and examine themwith microscopes, and weighthem in scales, will tell youthat there are no fairies,that whatever we cannotperceive with one of our fiveimperfect senses cannot ex-ist, and that we are veryfoolish to think otherwise. We always feel very sorryfor such people. There areso many things we cannotsee and weigh and handle,yet that mean so much tothe world, and make us allsomuchhappie
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