. In happy far-away land . BESSIE BELL Si fire-fly lights were dying out, and the orchestra was playing Home, SweetHome. The Queen hurried by her, only stopping to nod and smile, andsay good-night. Bessie took her seat on the butterfly, and away he flew. The orchestra played Home, Sweet Home louder than ever, till itbegan to sound to Bessie like a bell. Louder and louder it rang, till suddenlyBessie gave a little jump and sat up. There she was in her own little bed athome, and the rising bell was ringing. Everything about the room was justas it had always been, and she was as large as she had
. In happy far-away land . BESSIE BELL Si fire-fly lights were dying out, and the orchestra was playing Home, SweetHome. The Queen hurried by her, only stopping to nod and smile, andsay good-night. Bessie took her seat on the butterfly, and away he flew. The orchestra played Home, Sweet Home louder than ever, till itbegan to sound to Bessie like a bell. Louder and louder it rang, till suddenlyBessie gave a little jump and sat up. There she was in her own little bed athome, and the rising bell was ringing. Everything about the room was justas it had always been, and she was as large as she had been before the fairycame She sprang out of bed and ran to the window. Raindrops were softlysplashing against the pane, and as she looked out into the garden the rain,wet flowers nodded their heads in such a friendly way to her, that she neverafterward could believe that the fairy ball had been only a
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