. In happy far-away land . load of honey to carry tothe hive, and I cannot carry you. I am in a great hurry, for I am late as it is. The bee flew on and Fluff was very lonely. He sat on the clover-leaf FLUFF and he was the unhappiest little boy in all Far Away Land. He was notafraid of the dark, for the dark is no more to be afraid of than the lio-ht, and o there are many beautiful things to be seen by night that cannot be seen inthe day ; but he wantedhis mother, and he wassorry he had disobeyedher, for he knew shewould be unhappy be-cause of it. After what • seemed a long while to1him he saw
. In happy far-away land . load of honey to carry tothe hive, and I cannot carry you. I am in a great hurry, for I am late as it is. The bee flew on and Fluff was very lonely. He sat on the clover-leaf FLUFF and he was the unhappiest little boy in all Far Away Land. He was notafraid of the dark, for the dark is no more to be afraid of than the lio-ht, and o there are many beautiful things to be seen by night that cannot be seen inthe day ; but he wantedhis mother, and he wassorry he had disobeyedher, for he knew shewould be unhappy be-cause of it. After what • seemed a long while to1him he saw a bat. Thebat was flying very slowlyand talking to himself ashe flew as if he were veryangry. Fluff was almostafraid to speak to him, buthe did so want to go home,and he did not know atall which way to go. \ O Bat! he said. Please take me hometo the lily-pond. Do not speak to me, said the bat angrily. I do not like boys, and Ishall never do anything for any of them again. I met a little boy just a littleHe said to me :. while ago. Bat, Bat, come under my hat, Ill give you a slice of bacon;And when I bake, Ill give you a cake,If I am not mistaken. He triedI do not I went under his hat, but he did not give me anything at catch me so that he might put me in a cage, but I flew boys, so do not speak to me. The bat flew away, and poor little Fluff began to cry as if his heartwould break. It grew darker and darker, and after a very long while heheard a soft voice say : FLUFF 59 Fluff! Fluff! He looked all around, but he could not see anything. Who are you ? he cried. And where are you ? The soft voice laughed. You must guess that, he said. I shall tell you a riddle about myself,and when you have guessed it, you will know where to look to find me : I have a little sister, her name is Peep, Peep,She wades in the rivers, deep, deep, climbs up the mountains, high, high, high,But my poor little sister has but one eye. Oh, I know ! he cried. You are a star. Then
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