"Ah, yes, I knew a Queerbody once, and she used to make stories;—verses, too. She was a lovely girl. It was long ago."
"And did she tell you all about the Queerbodies' house and the golden jars?"
But the grandmother shook her head. "It is a long time ago, and I forget. I am so old—so old, little Clara."
"I knew it was n't a dream," murmured the child; and as she sat there by her grandmother's knee she felt the Fairy Tale was there, smiling gently upon them both, even though no one could see her.
By Katharine Pyle
| THE CHRISTMAS ANGEL |
| AS THE GOOSE FLIES |
| NANCY RUTLEDGE |
| IN THE GREEN FOREST |
| WONDER TALES RETOLD |
| TALES OF FOLK AND FAIRIES |
| TALES OF WONDER AND MAGIC |
| FAIRY TALES FROM FAR AND NEAR |