“Will you please rest a moment?” said Ray to the rose-jar baby, “and tell me if it is far to Glen Fair.”
“It is only a short distance from here,” said the baby, “we will soon be there.”
“And what is Glen Fair?” asked the little boy.
“Well, my dear little friend,” said the baby, “Glen Fair is a beautiful place, where all the flowers that live about here, and many creatures as well, may go to enjoy themselves.”
“What do they all do there?” asked Ray with interest.
“That you will see for yourself,” was the answer.
“It seems strange,” continued the child, “that I have never seen it in these woods.”
“It is not strange,” said the rose-jar baby, “that you have never seen it. No mortal has ever seen it, and yet there is a Glen Fair in every bit of woods.”
“Why can’t we see it?” asked Ray.
“Because it belongs to the fairies and no mortal can find it unless guided there by one of us.”