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Show Daddy's IT"" " T" II YQy Tale 5yAARY G&AHAM ,-,nr I- . I.- j: : WITTY WITCH'S TALK Witty W'i hli was at home In her rave when she hoard ihe pounding of a big stone oil another stone outside tin' main entrance of her home. "Ibllo!" she called out. "Who is there'; ' "A few visitors," said old Mr. Oiant. "How pleasant," said Witty Witch. "Shall we sit on the big stones outside the rave, or shall we come inside? "Of course, I ani already inside, so that" last sentence isn't quite correct; but you know how I mean it. "I am wondering if we should all sit outside or inside." "We understand, we understand," said old .Mr. Oinnt. "Perhaps the Fairy Queen will decide de-cide tiiis question," he added. "Well," said the Fairy Queen, "I really like both the outside and inside of Witty Witch's home cave immensely, immense-ly, but as loug as I've been asked to decide, I will not say, 'Oh, anything at all.' "I remember once there was a party given by one child for a number of oilier children. "One little girl went to the party, and whenever she was asked: 'What would you like to play?' she would mm "Let Us All Stay Out." wriggle her shoulders and put her head on one side and would say: " 'Oh, I don't mind.' "They wanted her at dilTerent times to make suggestions, but she wouldn't yet, when they came to play any game, she would go off in a corner and would say : " 'I don't want to play.' "So, when some one is asked to suggest sug-gest something or decide something, I think It is a good plan to do so. "You asked me to decide whether we should go in or out. As far as the weather is concerned well, it is nice out so why not let us all stay out and enjoy the beautiful air?" "Good !" said Witty Witch. "I shall get my toadstool seats for those who do not wish to sit on the pine-needle rug. "And, speaking of pine needles," she continued, as they all settled themselves them-selves comfortably. "I was talking to Sir White Pine the other day. "He told me that there weren't nearly as many of his family about now as there used to be. "He said in some parts of the forests for-ests there were old, old stumps which had once been white pine trees. "I asked him how I was to know a white pine tree when I saw one, for. he had told me he was a white' pine tree, so I knew that much ! "But I was afraid I might not know another unless he told me a little more about the points which were particularly particu-larly those of the White Pine family. " 'I have five needles, where others only have two or three. My cones are very, very long and very thin, and there are no prickles upon my cones, such as there are on the cones of the Pitch Pine family,' the White Pine told me. " 'Then, ton. our branches are arranged in tiers, or layers like a layer cake, only very different. " 'But you know what I mean, Witty Witch,' the White Pine said, 'when I j speak of our branches being in tiers, j Somethaes you will see us with some 1 oi' our branches missing. They have j been broken off by winds; hut then, I with some of our outspreading j branches still with us, antl some gone, i we'rp very interesting and attractive looking. "'Next time you see-some of us like that you will see that there is something some-thing rather wild and fascinating about such looks.' "I met a Queen Bee the other day, too," Witty Witch continued, "but she said she was too busy being a queen to talk. "There were many worker bees all about gathering honey. "But, speaking of honey reminds me that they gave me some, so let's have a bread and honey feast as we talk !" So Witty Witch anil her visitors had a bread and honey feast as they chatted outside of Witty Witch's home cave. |