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Show ISP Daddy's Eveiii Fairy Tale Sy AAKY GRAHAM. BOWER ELVES AND FLOWERS Fly-IIigh, the Elves' bird, took the elves upon his broad back, early, early -Good Morning, n are Wild Asters." red 'n coI aS n0 doubt you know. "Good-morning, wild Asters. We're so glad to see you. Are you going to stay much longer? He do hope so." "Yes, a little while longer," the wild Asters answered. "There are many of our family around." "We're glad to hear that," the Elves said. "We'd be quite broken-hearted If our friends, the different flowers, didn't come to visit the earth each year." "We'll always be here, Elves, never fear," the wild Asters said. "Hello, Golden-rods," said the Elves "You're good friends, good friends." The golden-rods smiled so brightly, and then they bowed. "So glad you think so, Elves, and that children like us, too." "Yes, children are sensible," the Elves answered. "Hello, hello, autumn wild flowers," the Elves kept calling. Then as they went along they came to a tiny babbling .brook. There were some ferns growing along the brook and the Elves spoke to the ferns, too. Then they passed over the fields, and through some wooded parts, and they said a good-morning to all the autumn flowers, and they told little stories to them and they told stories to the Elves of their ways and habits. So the Elves and the Flowers all had a very pleasant time that early morning when. Fly-High took the Elves for a ride. And after the ride was over and they had had a long daytime sleep they all went to the ball given by the Fairy Queen. Fairy Ybab was there with her woodland orchestra. The woodpeckers beat the drains, the birds joined in the chorus and Fairy Ybab waved her little fairy wand and kept time. They all danced and they all sang and then Fairy Princess Twilight Bell came and told stories until the twilight had all gone and the night had come. And as the night came along the Night Fairies came one morning. Fly - High kept very close to the . road. He was hardly up any distance at all for they wanted to talk to the flowers and say good-morning to the Dew Fairies, and to smile to Mr. Sun as he got up to greet the day. "How-do-you do, Painter's Brush," they said to the Painter's Brush too and they danced TheGolden-in TheGolden-in the bright moon- Rods SmMed. light and Old Mr. Moon chuckled and Old Mr. Moon grinned and Old Mr. Moon laughed and said : "No wonder they call me the jolly Old Man in the Moon. Why wouldn't I be jolly when I can see such gay, delightful, jolly parties!" |