MARY'S DREAM FAIRY.

Dominion, Volume 24, Issue 292, 5 September 1931, Page 23

MARY'S DREAM FAIRY.

One day a little girl called Mary was sent to see her grandmother. Mary’s grandmother was very poor, but she did not let that prevent her from being happy. She kissed her mother goodbye, and tripped off to her granny’s. 1 “Granny dear, may I have a book?” asked Mary when it was time to go home. “Yes dear, but mind you bring it back” replied granny, /for I wouldn’t like to lose it.” That night when the parlour fire was burning brightly, Mary unwrapped her book, and began to read the nice stories inside. When she was halfway through the first story she must have fallen asleep for she heard a tiny voice say, “Mary turn to the north, shut eyes, count three, and open them,” Mary did as the voice bade her, and found herself in a wood where the sun was shining, the birds singing, and a dainty fairy held two fairy horses, harnessed with gold trappings, which were set with precious gems. “Quick, get into the saddle,” said the fairy, “for I am to take you to the Queen Rose’s palace. Hasten or you will miss it” “Miss what?” asked Mary, “What is your name?” “My name is Fairy Primrose,” replied Fairy, “but to my friends I am just Primrose, and the things you will miss are a treat and three wishes.” At this Mary jumped into the saddle and rode along with Primrose, not that she was greedy, but as I told you her mother was very poor, and ( three wishes meant a lot to her. As they rode along a huge building appeared in sight. It was very black and a big giant ran after them when they went past. “Quick, fly,” cried Primrose in dismay. At this the horses spread out wings which Mary had not noticed before, and rose high in the air, far above the giant who was raging at his failure to capture Primrose and Mary, who laughed at the giant. Soon they came to a huge golden city in the midst of which stood a castle. As they drew near the gates Mary noticed how tall she was. “Come on,” said Primrose when she saw Mary was staying behind. „ “Oh no, I am too big,” said Mary, “I’d never get through the gates.” “Mary get small” said Primrose, and Mary grew small till she. was as high as Primrose.

When they went through the gates the Guard nodded, and said something to Primrose, who nodded. “I can’t understand the language,” said Mary. “Mary understand the language,” said Primrose, and Mary understood everything quite well. As they rode through the streets the crowd cheered at Mary and Primrose, who felt very happy. At last the palace gates opened in front of them, but Mary did not dismount, but said, “I am not rich enough to go in there. My clothes are but rags.” “Mary have nice clothes,” said Primrose, and Mary’s ragged. clothes were changed to beautiful clothes. As they went through the door a beautiful fairy rushed to them, and hugged them both and led them into the ballroom, where Mary had the, most delightful time you could imagine, dancing with the Queen Rose and eating ices, cakes, jellies, and other delicious things, till it was time to go home. When it was time to go the Queen said, “Now you may have three wishes, and they will all be granted.” A

“First I wish that my granny, mother and I may all be rich and happy,” said she. “Secondly I wish the same three may be Queen one day, thirdly that when we die, we will Inherit Fairyland.”

After this Queen Rose bade them farewell, and Primrose took Mary past the Guard, and the giant and back to the spot in the Wood. “Mary turn to the south, shut your eyes, count three, and open them,” said Primrose, and Mary obeyed.

Mary woke up with a start, but when she saw the same old parlour, she murmured “It wasn’t true after all.” But at this moment Mary’s mother burst into the room. “Mary,” she cried, “we will all be rich, for I have found grandpa’s money/ It was under the loose board in your room.” “My wishes have come true after all,” cried Mary. “Oh, I am so glad.”, “What wishes dear?” cried her mother.

Then Mary told her dream and it happened that all the wishes came true, and Mary did inherit Fairyland, • and was Queen too, and when Mary died, Queen Rose had her made Queen of the Fairies.

—Original, by “Derbyshire Girlie,” Bunnythrope (aged 12 years.)