THE FROST FAIRIES.

Star (Christchurch), Volume XLIV, Issue 145, 20 June 1931, Page 18 (Supplement)

THE FROST FAIRIES.

“Gee! but its cold,” gasped Bobbie Flinton to his sister Greta as they raced homewards over the frosty grass. “ Yes,” agreed Greta, “much too cold to run,” and she slowed into a walk. “ Pooh! softie,” said Bobbie, contemptuously, but nevertheless he decreased his pace. Bobbie and Greta were twins, although there was such a contrast in their looks. Bobbie had fair hair and grey eyes, and Greta had a mop of black curls, suiting her soft hazel eyes beautifully. The children lived in a tiny cottage on the edge of a wood, and were just returning from an errand across the paddocks. Suddenly they came across a frozen pool in a little hollow. “ Oh! isn’t it lovely,” cried Greta enthusiastically. “It looks as if the frost fairies have been at work, doesn’t it?” “ Don’t be silly, Gret, thete’s no such thing as fairies,” answered Bobbie gruffly. Greta was about to reply when from the midst of the pool a myriad voices cried angrily, “No such thing as fairies, indeed! How dare you! You shall be punished severely.” From under a sparkling archway poured myriads of tiny, dazzling forms, shouting and gesticulating. Bobbie and Greta just stood and stared, not daring to move. Then suddenly the sun peeped out from behind a cloud and sent a shaft of light acrosfe the pool. With a cry of disappointment the fairies descended to the earth and hurried through the archway. With a sigh of relief, Bobbie turned to Greta. “ I—er—think we had better be off. By the way, I—l think you were right about the frost fairies.’* Valerie Pas ft eld, Blackball.