THE FOUNTAIN.
Upon the terrace where I play
A little fountain sings all day
A tiny tune:
It leaps and prances in the air—
I saw a little fairy there
This afternoon.
The jumping fountain never stops—
He sat upon the highest drops
And bobbed about.
His legs were waving in the sun,
He seemed to think it splendid fun,
I heard him shout.
The sparrows watched him from a tree,
A robin bustled up to see
Along the path:
I thought my wishing-bone would break,
I wished so much that I could take
A fairy bath.
"LIBRARY NOTES.
"Mr. Buttling Sees It Thru, H.G. Wells."—Citronelle Call (Alabama, U.S.A.).
Rumours that Mr. WELLS is a convert to the "nu speling" may now be safely contradicted.
