all her lit-tle pict-ure books
were true, and O, how she did
wish she were a stor-y-book
girl her-self, and that such
things would hap-pen to her.
Dear lit-tle Ros-a-bel, she used
to go out in the green lanes
and grass-y dells and hunt for
fair-ies, and list-en for talk-ing
birds and talk-ing flow-ers.