IN A CITY GARDEN.

Dominion, Volume 24, Issue 184, 2 May 1931, Page 21

IN A CITY GARDEN.

"Mother, could we go for a picnic?” said Dot and Constance one day in late autumn, when the sun shone brightly. “I think you could go. The day seems sweeter and brighter than usual',” replied their mother. “Go and find some bread and butter, and I will get ready a bottle of milk.”. The little girls started for the Botanical Gardens. “I am sure there are fairies about to-day, Dot,” said Constance, as they went along. "I feel all prancy.” “So do I,” said Dot “HOW would you like to see a fairy best?” “I should like to see one pass by when I specially needed her,” replied Constance. “Perhaps one will come by, to-day,” said the other. They reached the gardens, and Constance went to. sit under a tree all crimson and gold leaves, but Dot got right up to it, and sat on a bough, and looked up the path as if she expected to see a fairy coming. “This bread is lovely,” said Constance, breaking off a corner of the crisp loaf. “But golden marmalade would go with the golden autumn leaves. I wish for marmalade!” “Strawberry jam would go with the red, red leaves,” said Dot, looking at the red and gold on the ground. “I wish for jam!” . Then she glanced up the path again and this time she did see SOMEONE! Coming towards them, down the broad path, was a little fairy dressed in a frock of cui;ly chrysanthemum petals lightly sewn' together with green silk. Her scarlet flying cloak was hemmed with white chrysanthemums. Her face was sweeter Ind brighter than any other face tbs. children had ever seen. They loved her so that they sat breathless and quite quiet when she came up. She was holding a tray of beaten gold, on which were two crystal goblets. One was filled with something yellow, one with something crimson. She held the tray down in front of Constance, who took the goblets off. Then the Spangly Visitor gave them a sweet, bright smile, and hurried on. “Why, these goblets are filled with Fairy Marmalade and Fairy Jam,” gasped Constance. “This is a different day.” Then, after some minutes, she looked up and said, “Dot, how does your jam taste? Dike ordinary jam?” "It’s sweeter” said Dot. “And does your marmalade look like Ordinary Marmalade?”

“No.” said Constance. “It’s brighter.”—Sent by “Little John,” Knrori..