. St. Nicholas [serial] . into night, the fairies assembled,with wings of purest and lightest gauze. The firefliesand glow-worms came soon, and the fairies, led by theirlight, tripped merrily to the music of a diminutivepiper. At midnight they heard a deafening noise, like thefiring of cannon, and two immense white lights, likehuge eyes, were turned on them. The fairies ran; theglow-worms returned home by subterranean channels;the fireflies scattered as quick as a wink. The fairies were disappointed—terribly so—to havetheir dance rudely broken up. However, unlike mor-tals, they resolved to mak
. St. Nicholas [serial] . into night, the fairies assembled,with wings of purest and lightest gauze. The firefliesand glow-worms came soon, and the fairies, led by theirlight, tripped merrily to the music of a diminutivepiper. At midnight they heard a deafening noise, like thefiring of cannon, and two immense white lights, likehuge eyes, were turned on them. The fairies ran; theglow-worms returned home by subterranean channels;the fireflies scattered as quick as a wink. The fairies were disappointed—terribly so—to havetheir dance rudely broken up. However, unlike mor-tals, they resolved to make the best of it. So theycheerfully returned to their leafy palaces and flowerbungalows. For weeks after, fairyland was a-lnizz with the won-der. Some said it had been the moon them;others, that it was some creature, animal or human; allagreed it had been dreadful. Dear reader, I will take you into my you have guessed alreadj-. It was theheadlights of an automobile. ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE 1051. BY MARGARET C. JACKSON, AGL I 1 BY U(;i.:l-o L. cj:-I,iJi;:;i;, A(,L l6 ?REAUV FOR ACTION THE SONG OF THE RIVER BY EDITH CLARK (AGE I3) (Gold Badge. Silver Badge won July, iqi8)By woodland, by meadow, by mountain and plain,By fields that are waving with ripening grain,I glide oer the pebbles, the sand, and the the home of the rabbit, the lair of the the suns heating rays, and the cold winterssnows; Neath the pattering rain, and the shrill wind that blows;Neath the silvery moon, and the stars all ashine;Neath gray clouds and white clouds, these waters ofmine Glide on and forever, in one time-worn down to the sea from a deep woodland source. MAKING THE BEST OF IT BY BETTY NIVEN (AGE 15) (Silver Badge) Little David Kane was an invalid, and was obliged tosit all day propped up in an arm-chair by the was very hard to have to sit there and see the other children playing their boisterous, happy games. Then,also, Da
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