“Oh!” cried Allspice, “I wish she would come here!”
At that instant they heard a far-off voice. It seemed to come from the flames. Singing, singing, nearer and nearer.
THE STORY SPRITE’S TALE
Suddenly from the very centre of the fire sprang a wonderful vision, a tiny creature, who seemed clothed in wreaths of flame. With a joyous greeting, as jolly as the fire itself, she cried:
“Your wish is granted. Behold, the Story Sprite! Since I attended the clove party I have been around the world and have a fine collection of tales.
“I am fresh from Japan, now, where I saw enacted a most exciting tale. Creep close to my feet while I tell it. I wish you could see the children in Japan. They are so beautiful; clad in their brilliant coloured kimonos, they look like a mass of poppies nodding in the wind.
“One dear little Japanese maid did such a splendid thing!
“Without speaking a word, with only her dear two hands, she saved a young man from being imprisoned for life. He was an American gentleman, who had been sent to Japan on business.
“He was lonely so far from home, and became very friendly with Cherry Blossom, the child of one with whom he had business relations.