"Well, Sammie?" asked the little green man, when the fox had vanished, "How do you feel now?"
"Much better, kind sir. Thank you. But who are you?"
"Me? Who am I? Why, don"t you know?"
"No, indeed, unless you"re some relation to Bully, the frog."
"Well, I am a sort of distant thirty-second cousin to him. I am the green fairy. And to prove it, look here, I will get your ball back for you."
Then while Sammie looked on, his eyes getting bigger and bigger and his breath coming faster and faster, until it was like a locomotive or a choo-choo, whatever you call them, going up hill, if that little green man didn"t wave his hands over that puddle of water, where Sammie"s ball had fallen. And he spoke the magic word, which must never be spoken except on Friday nights, so if you read this on any night but Friday you must skip it, and wait. The word is (Tirratarratorratarratirratarratum), and I put it in brackets, so there would be no mistake. Well, all of a sudden, after the magic word was spoken, if Sammie"s ball didn"t come bounding up out of that water, and it was as dry as a bone, and it had a nice, new, clean, white cover on.
"There," said the little green man proudly, "I guess that"s doing some tricks in the fairy line, isn"t it?"
"It certainly is," agreed Sammie, "I can"t thank you enough."
"Just believe in fairies after this," said the little green man, as he changed into a b.u.mble bee and flew off. Now, how would you like to hear about Susie and the fairy G.o.dmother to-morrow night, eh?
XXVIII
SUSIE AND THE FAIRY G.o.dMOTHER
You can just imagine how excited Susie and her mamma and papa and Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy, the muskrat, were when Sammie got home and told about the bad fox who had been changed into a country village. Uncle Wiggily Longears was surprised, too. He said:
"My, it does seem to me that there are strange goings on in these woods.
There never used to be any fairies here. I wonder where they come from?"
"Well, it"s a good thing that fox has been changed into a town," spoke Papa Littletail. "If he hadn"t been, I would have had him arrested for frightening you, Sammie. I know the policeman down at our corner, and I"m sure he would have arrested him for me. But it"s all right now," and Sammie"s papa sat back in his chair and read the paper, for he was tired that night from working in the turnip factory. You see, he changed from the carrot factory, and got a place sorting turnips. And sometimes he would bring little sweet ones home to the children.
One day Susie was hurrying back from the store with a loaf of bread, a yeast cake and three-and-a-half of granulated sugar, and she was sort of wondering if she would meet the blue fairy again when, just as she got opposite a place where some goldenrod grew, she heard a voice saying:
"Oh, dear! Oh, dear me! I shall never be able to reach it! Never, never, never!" Susie looked around, and what should she see but a nice, little old lady, trying to break off a stem of goldenrod.
"Oh, dear me suz-dud!" cried the old lady again, and then Susie saw that she was very little indeed, hardly larger than a ten-cent plate of ice cream after it"s all melted. So she couldn"t reach the goldenrod, she was so little.
"What is the matter?" asked Susie very politely. "Can I help you?"
"Thank you, my dear child," went on the little old lady. "If you would be so kind as to reach me down a stem of goldenrod, I would be very much obliged to you."
"What do you want with it?" asked Susie, wondering who the little old lady could possibly be.
"Why, I want it for a fairy wand," she answered. "I have lost mine."
"Are you a fairy, too?" asked the little rabbit girl, and she began to wonder what would happen next as she broke off a stem for the old lady.
"Indeed I am," replied the little old lady. "I am a fairy G.o.dmother. I have charge of all the other fairies, the blue fairy and the red fairy and the green fairy, and all the other colors, including the fairy prince, who used to be a mud turtle."
"But, if you are a fairy," asked Susie, "why couldn"t you make that goldenrod come down to you, when you weren"t tall enough to reach up to it?"
"Hush!" exclaimed the fairy G.o.dmother, for she really was one, as you shall see. "Hush, my dear child! It"s a great secret. Don"t tell any one," and she put her right hand over her mouth and her left hand over her ear, and held the goldenrod under her arm. "You see, I lost my magic wand," she went on, "and I couldn"t do any more magic until I got a new one. Now I am all right, and to reward you you may come with me."
"But I have to get home with the bread and sugar and yeast cake," said Susie.
"No," spoke the fairy G.o.dmother, "you will not need to be in a hurry.
Besides, what I will show you will happen in an instant, and you will get home in time after all."
So she waved the goldenrod in the air, and once more the silver trumpet sounded: "Ta-ra-ta-ra-ta-ra!" and, all of a sudden, Susie found herself lifted up, and there she and the fairy G.o.dmother were sailing right through the air on a big burdock leaf. At first Susie was afraid, but she soon got over her fright and enjoyed the ride.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"We are going to where the fairies live," answered the little old woman, but she seemed larger now, and the old dress she had worn had changed into a cloak of gold and silver with diamonds and rubies on it all over, like frost on a cold morning.
So pretty soon--oh, I guess in about as long as it would take to eat a peanut, or, maybe, two, if they didn"t come to fairyland. At least that"s what Susie thought it was, for there were fairies all about. The red fairy was there, and the green, and the blue one. And the blue fairy asked: "Have you your ring yet, Susie?" Then Susie said she had, but she didn"t want to talk any more, for so many wonderful things were going on.
The fairies were skipping about, leaping here and there, some riding on the backs of birds and b.u.t.terflies and b.u.mblebees, and some running in and out of holes in the ground.
"What are they doing?" asked Susie, moving her long ears back and forth.
"They are doing kind things to the people of the earth," replied the fairy G.o.dmother, "and it keeps them busy, let me tell you." Then Susie saw fairies doing all sorts of magical tricks, such as making lemonade out of lemons, and things like that.
Then, all at once, just when one little fairy was making a hat out of some straw, the G.o.dmother said: "It is time for us to go now," so the burdock leaf came sailing through the air, and Susie got on. As they came near the woods where the goldenrod grew they saw a boy throwing a stone at a robin.
"Ah, I must stop that!" cried the fairy G.o.dmother, so she waved her new magic wand that Susie had helped her get, and, honestly, if that stone didn"t turn right around in the air, and instead of hitting the bird, it flew back and hit that boy right on the end of his nose! Oh, how he cried, and, what is better, he never threw stones at birds again. I call that a pretty good trick, don"t you? Well, the burdock leaf came to the ground, and Susie ran home, and she was just in time to help her mother set bread. To-morrow night"s story is going to be about Uncle Wiggily and the fairy spectacles. That is, I think it is, but, if you like, you may turn over the page to make sure. But you are only allowed just one peep, only one, mind you.
XXIX
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE FAIRY SPECTACLES
Sammie and Susie Littletail were playing out in front of their burrow.
Their mamma had a headache, and had gone to lie down in a dark room, and Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy had put a mustard leaf on the back of Mamma Littletail"s neck, for that is sometimes good for a headache.
"What shall we do?" asked Susie.
"Oh, I don"t know," replied her brother. "S"pose we play stump tag?"
"All right; you"re "it," Sammie," called Susie.
So Sammie began to hop after Susie. You see, when you play stump tag you have to keep on a stump if you don"t want to be tagged. It"s lots of fun. Try it some day, if you can find a place where there are plenty of stumps. Well, after playing this for some time, the rabbit children got tired. Then they played other games, and they were making quite a noise, when Uncle Wiggily Longears came out.
"You children will have to make less racket," he said, real cross like.
"Your mamma has a headache."