. In happy far-away land . ow that ? asked Bessie. The wind tells us, was the dew-fairys answer, and if you had noticedthis afternoon, you would have seen that the maple tree had turned the underside of its leaves up. That is almost always a sign that the wind has promisedrain. Bessie danced with fairies of nearly every color, and each of them hadsomething to tell her of his work. She had never danced so much in all her life before, and she was beginningto feel very warm and tired, whenthe fairy who had brought her tothe ball came up to her and said : Its very late. Havent theycalled your carr
. In happy far-away land . ow that ? asked Bessie. The wind tells us, was the dew-fairys answer, and if you had noticedthis afternoon, you would have seen that the maple tree had turned the underside of its leaves up. That is almost always a sign that the wind has promisedrain. Bessie danced with fairies of nearly every color, and each of them hadsomething to tell her of his work. She had never danced so much in all her life before, and she was beginningto feel very warm and tired, whenthe fairy who had brought her tothe ball came up to her and said : Its very late. Havent theycalled your carriage yet ? See, theQueen is leaving. Carriage ? began Bessie.(< Why, I didnt come in a car-riage ! and then she heard voicesoutside the ring calling: Her Majestys moth waits ! Mistress Fays butterfly waits ! Bessie Bells butterfly- O, she said, I must butterfly is waiting to take mehome. So, wrapping her mullein leafaround her, she said good-by toher fairy friends, and ran outsidethe ring as fast as she could. The. 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 dream.
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