Johnson, Virginia W. (Virginia Wales), 1849-1916 · New York : Harper & Brothers, Publishers · leaf 44
id as the icicles withwhich we hang our halls. We are the Summer Fairies, said a race that had sprungfrom the burning log. They were so radiant that one couldnot look at them long; they changed in hue from emeraldgreen to red and purple, and the flame shone through them.The Summer Fairies were as… … Winter has made her a prisoner ; but she will beg leave tocome, if the king is in a good-humor. Sometimes he melts. These are friends I made in the woods last summer, saidthe Angora, proudly. Just then a queer little form dashed down the chimney, up-set Queen Puffs spinning-wheel, and flew into the…
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