The Enchanted Island of Yew . Baum Lyman Frank

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      "Well, I must say you DO stare!" exclaimed the newcomer, who was clothed in soft floating robes of rose and pearl color, and whose eyes shone upon them like two stars.

      "Forgive our impertinence," answered the little Lady Seseley, trying to appear dignified and unmoved; "but you must acknowledge that you came among us uninvited, and-and you are certainly rather odd in appearance."

      Again the silvery laughter rang through the glade.

      "Uninvited!" echoed the creature, clapping her hands together delightedly; "uninvited to my own forest home! Why, my dear girls, you are the uninvited ones-indeed you are-to thus come romping into our fairy bower."

      The children did not open their eyes any wider on hearing this speech, for they could not; but their faces expressed their amazement fully, while Helda gasped the words:

      "A fairy bower! We are in a fairy bower!"

      "Most certainly," was the reply. "And as for being odd in appearance, let me ask how you could reasonably expect a fairy to appear as mortal maidens do?"

      "A fairy!" exclaimed Seseley. "Are you, then, a real fairy?"

      "I regret to say I am," returned the other, more soberly, as she patted a moss-bank with a silver-tipped wand.

      Then for a moment there was silence, while the three girls sat very still and stared at their immortal companion with evident curiosity. Finally Seseley asked:

      "Why do you regret being a fairy? I have always thought them the happiest creatures in the world."

      "Perhaps we ought to be happy," answered the fairy, gravely, "for we have wonderful powers and do much to assist you helpless mortals. And I suppose some of us really are happy. But, for my part, I am so utterly tired of a fairy life that I would do anything to change it."

      "That is strange," declared Berna. "You seem very young to be already discontented with your lot."

      Now at this the fairy burst into laughter again, and presently asked:

      "How old do you think me?"

      "About our own age," said Berna, after a glance at her and a moment's reflection.

      "Nonsense!" retorted the fairy, sharply. "These trees are hundreds of years old, yet I remember when they were mere twigs. And I remember when mortals first came to live upon this island, yes-and when this island was first created and rose from the sea after a great earthquake. I remember for many, many centuries, my dears. I have grown tired of remembering-and of being a fairy continually, without any change to brighten my life."

      "To be sure!" said Seseley, with sympathy. "I never thought of fairy life in that way before. It must get to be quite tiresome."

      "And think of the centuries I must yet live!" exclaimed the fairy in a dismal voice. "Isn't it an awful thing to look forward to?"

      "It is, indeed," agreed Seseley.

      "I'd be glad to exchange lives with you," said Helda, looking at the fairy with intense admiration.

      "But you can't do that," answered the little creature quickly. "Mortals can't become fairies, you know-although I believe there was once a mortal who was made immortal."

      "But fairies can become anything they desire!" cried Berna.

      "Oh, no, they can't. You are mistaken if you believe that," was the reply. "I could change YOU into a fly, or a crocodile, or a bobolink, if I wanted to; but fairies can't change themselves into anything else."

      "How strange!" murmured Seseley, much impressed.

      "But YOU can," cried the fairy, jumping up and coming toward them. "You are mortals, and, by the laws that govern us, a mortal can change a fairy into anything she pleases."

      "Oh!" said Seseley, filled with amazement at the idea.

      The fairy fell on her knees before the baron's daughter. "Please-please, dear Seseley," she pleaded, "change me into a mortal!"

      4. Prince Marvel

      It is easy to imagine the astonishment of the three girls at hearing this strange request. They gazed in a bewildered fashion upon the kneeling fairy, and were at first unable to answer one word. Then Seseley said-sadly, for she grieved to disappoint the pretty creature:

      "We are but mortal children, and have no powers of enchantment at all."

      "Ah, that is true, so far as concerns yourselves," replied the fairy, eagerly; "yet mortals may easily transform fairies into anything they wish."

      "If that is so, why have we never heard of this power before?" asked Seseley.

      "Because fairies, as a rule, are content with their lot, and do not wish to appear in any form but their own. And, knowing that evil or mischievous mortals can transform them at will, the fairies take great care to remain invisible, so they can not be interfered with. Have you ever," she asked, suddenly, "seen a fairy before?"

      "Never," replied Seseley.

      "Nor would you have seen me to-day, had I not known you were kind and pure-hearted, or had I not resolved to ask you to exercise your powers upon me."

      "I must say," remarked Helda, boldly, "that you are foolish to wish to become anything different from what you are."

      "For you are very beautiful NOW," added Berna, admiringly.

      "Beautiful!" retorted the fairy, with a little frown; "what does beauty amount to, if one is to remain invisible?"

      "Not much, that is true," agreed Berna, smoothing her own dark locks.

      "And as for being foolish," continued the fairy, "I ought to be allowed to act foolishly if I want to. For centuries past I have not had a chance to do a single foolish thing."

      "Poor dear!" said Helda, softly.

      Seseley had listened silently to this conversation. Now she inquired:

      "What do you wish to become?"

      "A mortal!" answered the fairy, promptly.

      "A girl, like ourselves?" questioned the baron's daughter.

      "Perhaps," said the fairy, as if undecided.

      "Then you would be likely to endure many privations," said Seseley, gently. "For you would have neither father nor mother to befriend you, nor any house to live in."

      "And if you hired your services to some baron, you would be obliged to wash dishes all day, or mend clothing, or herd cattle," said Berna.

      "But I should travel all over the island," said the fairy, brightly, "and that is what I long to do. I do not care to work."

      "I fear a girl would not be allowed to travel alone," Seseley remarked, after some further thought. "At least," she added, "I have never heard of such a thing."

      "No," said the fairy, rather bitterly, "your men are the ones that roam abroad and have adventures of all kinds. СКАЧАТЬ