BY B. J. DASKAM
Once upon a time the great, yellow stork carried a baby Princess to the Queen of that country which lies next to fairy-land.
All throughout the kingdom the bells rang, the people shouted, and the King declared a holiday for a whole year. But the Queen was very anxious, for she knew that the fairies are a queer lot, and their borders were very close indeed.
“We must be very careful to slight none of them at the christening,” she said, “for goodness knows what they might do, if we did!”
So the wise-men drew up the lists, and when the day for the christening arrived, the fairies were all there, and everything went as smoothly as a frosted cake.
But the Queen said to the Lady-in-waiting:
“The first fairy godmother gave her nothing but a kiss! I don’t call that much of a gift!”