THE FAIRY RING

Evening Post, Volume CVII, Issue 22, 26 January 1929, Page 15

THE FAIRY RING

DEAR EVERYBODY,— There's something I want you to do. It needs lots of explaining really, but the sooner we begin to do it the better, so I'm asking you now. It's about our birthday month and little ill children. I want you to keep all your old Annuals and picture books . . . those that are truly all tumbling to bits . . . and I want you also to cut out, ever so carefully, the things you like best of all in our Ring Page. Then next week I'll tell you just what we'll do with them. Meantime, you can try to guess, eh?

In all your butterfly hunts you've never found one as large as this, I-think, have you? Colour him with your most gorgeous colours, paste him on thin card, anil then cut him out. Will you be able to put him together?

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ONE SUMMERY DAY

Freda sat on a low branch of a tree in the orchard, munching a nice juicy apple, when she happened to look up, and there, just above her head, a. tiny "fairy was, swinging on a leaf.' ' ' : ■ Freda was not very much, surprised at this, because she had always supposed there were fairies in the orchard. It seemed just the place for them. . .. "Hullo!" said Freda. ... "Hullo!" 1 answered the Fairy. "It must be very jolly to be a little s!rf":.'7-^,v' ■■-' •■.. ■■' ;.'•:, ■ "■- - ■-•; v-■• ••...-■ ■■■■■ ■■ "Oh, "do you.lliink,-so? "said-Freda, rather surprised. ''I Was just wishing I could stay here all the afternoon, instead'of going to school. I think it must be lovely to be a fairy!" . . "It is, rather," agreed the Fairy, "but I feel I'd like a change sometimes. I say, supposing we change places just for a little while." "That would be grand!" Freda said. "But if you are me, you'll have to hurry to school; it's nearly two o'clock now;." -.••.--. "Well, I don't mind that. And if you're me, you'll have to lake care of my twin brothers while mother is away." "I shall love that!" cried Freda.' , And then, suddenly—she didn't know how it: happened—but she wasn't Freda any longer. She was a little fairy, swinging on a leaf. And a little girl was running away across the orchard towards the house. "Flitter! Flitter!" called a little voice, "come and mind the twins aL once. I'm going out." '■ Freda glanced up, and saw the mother-fairy beckoning. Then il suddenly occurred to her that she was Flitter, so up she flew obediently. The fairies-house was a tiny place, something like a birds-nest, only it

THE MOON-GOES A'VISITING The moon aces a-visitlng Sho peeps in at churches, Again and again, ' ' ' And palaces, too, . Perhaps she's in Lapland, ' . She dabbles her fingers Perhaps she's in Spain, In cool white dow. Listening to love-songs She swings on the treo-toris, On a guitar, And hides from the rain. Or drinking red wine from The moon goes a-visitlng A queer kind of jar. Again and again. • : —HELEN WALLACE.

was made of leaves. Inside were the twin babies, such pretty little things, and Freda settled down to mind them.

But, oh dear, she had no idea fairy babies could be so cross. She tried to nurse them both at once, but they seemed very heavy to her tiny arms.

. Meanwhile the real Flitter, who had changed herself into Freda, found her way to school. She felt very strange among a lot of children she had never seen before, and when the teacher began to give them an arithmetic lesson the poor little fairy wr.s all at sea. She could not even add two and two! : ;

"Really, I don't know what has come to you this afternoon, Freda!" said the teacher sharply. "Stand in the corner, and you must stay and do your sums after school." So the fairy stood in the corner, and she didn't like it a bit. "It's horrid, being a little girl," she whispered. "I wish I were myself again!" Of course, you know that a fairy's wishes always come true! So the next second Flitter was flying away through the open window, back to her home in. die tree-top. And just at the moment she had wished to he herself the sham Flitter was, of course, changed;back into Freda again. And very glad she was, too, for the pretty little fairy babies had been a tqrriblc handful to manage. . . "I didn't much like being a fairy, after all," remarked Freda, as Flitter appeared. "And I simply haled being a little girl!" answered Flitter,.laughing.