MOLLY’S FAIRY

Dominion, Volume 24, Issue 144, 14 March 1931, Page 21

MOLLY’S FAIRY

Molly was six years old. She was a clever little girl, and did lots of things to help mother. One day her mother told her to run over to Grannie’s and take her a nice home-made cake. Molly felt so pleased at being sent so far alone. The way to Grannie’s house was over the bridge and up the lane across the common. Just as little Molly got half-way up the lane she heard someone crying. It was a lovely afternoon, too. Much tod nice for tears! Molly looked over the gate and what was her surprise to see a little figure in pretty filmy skirts seated

amongst the butter-cups crying bitterly. "What is the matter?” asked Molly. ‘Tse a fairy and I’se spoilt my wings!” replied the little girl. Imagine Molly’s surprise ! She climbed over the gate and sat by the Fairy's side. “I didn’t know fairies ever cried.” she said kindly.

“Not real fairies don’t,” sobbed the other. “I’se only a make-believe fairy. I’se in a school play. I’se going over to school to rehearse. But Bob got my wings and spoilt them, and I can’t be a real fairy any more.” “'Who is Bob?” asked Molly. But Bob answered this question himself. The merriest little puppy came running out of a cottage nearby and danced around the children. “Bob! Bob!” called a voice, and away went Bob to his mistress, a dear old lady, who had Bob for company. “If you come to my Grannie she will soon make your wings all right!” cried Molly cheerfully. "My Grannie can do everything!” “So can my Gran! But she and mums have gone; to town!” said the fairy. "Never mind.” said Mollv, as she took the fairy’s hand and led her to Gran’s. “Spoilt her wings?” said Grannie, as she kissed them both and laughed the .fairy’s fears away. "I expect Mr. Smith can, help us!” So off they went next door. Mr. Smith was surrounded with wings! All his ten grand-children were fairies in the play. And ho picked out a lovely pair of "wings, and pinned them to Malsie’s shoulder. (Maisie was the fairy, or rather I should say the fairy was Maisie.)

And when Grannie took Molly to see the fairy play the next, week, Maisie waved to Molly as she ran off the stage. And her wings looked beautiful.” '

— From ‘'Fairy Niuhtliaht.” Upper Hutt.