CONTENTS.
| PAGE | |
| INTRODUCTION | [9] |
| CRISTOBAL | [19] |
| WILD ROBIN | [35] |
| THE VESPER STAR | [53] |
| THE WATER-KELPIE | [59] |
| THE LOST SYLPHID | [74] |
| THE CASTLE OF GEMS | [100] |
| THE ELF OF LIGHT | [117] |
| THE PRINCESS HILDA | [137] |
| GOLDILOCKS | [160] |
FAIRY BOOK.
INTRODUCTION.
While Prudy was in Indiana visiting the Cliffords, and in the midst of her trials with mosquitoes, she said one day,—
“I wouldn’t cry, Aunt ’Ria, only my heart’s breaking. The very next person that ever dies, I wish they’d ask God to please stop sending these awful skeeters. I can’t bear ’em any longer, now, certainly.”
There was a look of utter despair on Prudy’s disfigured face. Bitter tears were trickling from the two white puff-balls which had been her eyes; her forehead and cheeks were of a flaming pink, broken into little snow-drifts full of stings: she looked as if she had just been rescued from an angry beehive. Altogether, her appearance was exceedingly droll; yet Grace would not allow herself to smile at her afflicted little cousin. “Strange,” said she, “what makes our mosquitoes so impolite to strangers! It’s a downright shame, isn’t it, ma, to have little Prudy so imposed upon? If I could only amuse her, and make her forget it!”