. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . n by what he intended to be a gentlesigh, but which shook the web, so that her majesty caught hold of thebanner of her standard-bearer for support, he composed his thoughts. You might have conveyed to us your desire to thlnh, without blowinga hurricane, said Nightstar; but you mortals are so very I must forgive you. Randy; you are an honest fellow, and I dontthink I ever yet found a black ugly thought at nurse in your mind : evilgets there, to be sure, sometimes; but it does not stay; it meetswith no entertainment; you a
. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . n by what he intended to be a gentlesigh, but which shook the web, so that her majesty caught hold of thebanner of her standard-bearer for support, he composed his thoughts. You might have conveyed to us your desire to thlnh, without blowinga hurricane, said Nightstar; but you mortals are so very I must forgive you. Randy; you are an honest fellow, and I dontthink I ever yet found a black ugly thought at nurse in your mind : evilgets there, to be sure, sometimes; but it does not stay; it meetswith no entertainment; you are an innocent soul, liandy, and we loveyou much; otherwise, we should have granted you no such royalprivileges as you possess. You have a great regard for this poor lady, I know: she will havea daughter, I can tellyou that. And nowwhat is to be donewith the little maidwho is to be with usin a few minutes? Shell come tothe poor mother, plaseyour gracious majesty, like a beautiful summer butterfly rising from hkuDKAi) FATHKus onwK, thought thc A FAIRY TALE OF LOVE. 13 The Queeu nodded twice, and smiled. If she is not very, verypretty, Randy, I think I shall give her up to my royal sister, Honeybell. Youre a mother, yourself, Ill go bail, my lady, thought Randy,though you are so very small and young. Oh, yes! I was a mother more than two hundred years ago,answered the Queen. What a little darling of a beauty she is, thought the woodcutter,and the fairy smiled her pleasure at the compliment. Afid looks as freshas the first drop of May-dew, so ran his thoughts. Thefairy smiled again,and drew herself up with gentle piide, Shes every inch a queen,thought Randy, as her own particular court gathered about her. If shewas six feet high in her stocking vamps, she could not be more stately,Queen Nightstar had certainly much of mortal woman about her ; she waslovely—witty—kind—and generous ; but very, very small—even for afairy; and yet the little creature prided hersel
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