Granny's wonderful chair and its tales of fairy times . the sicklysheep, and the children would not dance with him;in short, he forgot the whole misfortime of hisfeet, and it seemed to his mind that he was a kingsson, and all was well with him. All the littlepeople about the well cried: * Welcome! welcome! and every one said;—* Come and dance with me! So Fairjrfootwas as happy as a prince, and drank milk and atehoney till the moon was low in the sky, and thenthe little man took him by the hand, and neverstopped nor stayed till he was at his own bed ofstraw in the cottage comer. Next morning Fa
Granny's wonderful chair and its tales of fairy times . the sicklysheep, and the children would not dance with him;in short, he forgot the whole misfortime of hisfeet, and it seemed to his mind that he was a kingsson, and all was well with him. All the littlepeople about the well cried: * Welcome! welcome! and every one said;—* Come and dance with me! So Fairjrfootwas as happy as a prince, and drank milk and atehoney till the moon was low in the sky, and thenthe little man took him by the hand, and neverstopped nor stayed till he was at his own bed ofstraw in the cottage comer. Next morning Fairyfoot was not tired for allhis dancing. Nobody in the cottage had missedhim, and he went out with the sheep as usual;but every night all that summer, when the shep-herds were safe in bed, the Uttle man came andtook him away to dance in the forest. Now hedid not care to play with the shepherds children,nor grieve that his father and mother had for-gotten him, but watched the sheep all day singing \i -?-jai^ia*iPj^<^^^!KgS=^^MiiJ;ij<^^ ?mm. y C) ^ ~ - ALL THE LITTLE PEOPLE CRIED, WELCOME, WELCOME,. WITH ME. COME DANCE TKe Story of Fairy foot iii to himself or plaiting rushes; and when the sunwent down, Fairyfoots heart rejoiced at thethought of meeting that merry company. The wonder was that he was never tired norsleepy, as people are apt to be who dance allnight; but before the summer was ended Fairyfootfound out the reason. One night, when the moonwas full, and the last of the ripe com rustling inthe fields, Robin Goodfellow came for him asusual, and away they went to the flowery fun there was high, and Robin was in he only pointed to the carved cup from whichFair3rfoot every night drank the clear red wine. * I am not thirsty, and there is no use losingtime, thought the boy to himself, and he joinedthe dance; but never in all his life did Fairyfootfind such hard work as to keep pace with thecompany. Their feet seemed to move like light-nin
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