. St. Nicholas [serial] . cha thing! The tale ofher horrified petals wastold at a little! Andover her would be notthe smile, but the griev-ed look, the tear! Thepoor maidens heart, nodoubt, would be counted herself overand over, nervously. Darkness came,but no rest, nopeace to the could not be-lieve but that bytroubling and think-ing she could finda way to pre-vent the impend-ing calamity —to put off thefatal many as ahundred times she counted herself over. She hadmade no mistake : the verdict was a paltry lit-tle every time. There was no changing it; andshe sil
. St. Nicholas [serial] . cha thing! The tale ofher horrified petals wastold at a little! Andover her would be notthe smile, but the griev-ed look, the tear! Thepoor maidens heart, nodoubt, would be counted herself overand over, nervously. Darkness came,but no rest, nopeace to the could not be-lieve but that bytroubling and think-ing she could finda way to pre-vent the impend-ing calamity —to put off thefatal many as ahundred times she counted herself over. She hadmade no mistake : the verdict was a paltry lit-tle every time. There was no changing it; andshe silently cried a large tear of dew on tothe weed that grew just below and, unmind-ful of all but herself, greedily held up a dozenmealy red cups for more. Her grief at last, as the night wore on, settledinto despair; and as she was exhausted byher emotions, in spite of herself she fell asleep. She was dreaming that already — too soon!—the birds were proclaiming the dawn, whenan unusual stirring in the grass roused A drop of dew! she heard a voice say,the size of a young crickets chirp. Oh, alarge drop of dew! And every cup full as canbe of honey-meal! The daisy peeped astonished through herhalf-closed eyelashes. By the light of the broad moon that was justrising over the knoll near by, she discernedtwo exquisite creatures, very like human chil-dren, only each but a single inch tall — fairypeople! She had heard of these, but neverbefore had seen them; for, though not rare,they are by no means common. One, who it was easy to see by his coatmade of a crimson rose-leaf was a gentlemanfairy, was clambering up the weed, peering intothe red cups. The other, a lady fairy by herkirtle fashioned of a lily, stood at the foot ofthe daisys own stem, watching her companion. I never tasted anything so good! said thewisp of a man, dipping in his finger, then suck-ing it. ; My Emeraldiana, we will eat it allup! And, having slid down, he gallantlyhelped the lady to the top of the dais
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