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Title: In happy far-away land
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Gardiner, Ruth Kimball, 1872-1924 Kimball, Frances Palmer
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Publisher: New York, Zimmerman's
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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w that the bleedingheart was eagerly waving a stem on which grew many little flowers. It will match her skirt nicely, too, went on the voice, as one of theflowers fell to the ground, and when the fairy had made two holes in it forBessies arms, and had helped her to put it on, Bessie found that it made avery lovely bodice indeed, to wear with her hollyhock skirt. Heres a sash for her, too, cried another voice from the bed of ribbongrass. It is the prettiest blade of grass I have, and this afternoon shewashed off the dust, that made it look so dull and dingy. The ribbon-grass sash was scarcely tied when a rose cried out : And heres one of my tiny crinkled leaves for a cap for her, and a littlethorn to fasten it on. Shes very welcome to them, for she waters me everyday. At last, with dress all complete, Bessie climbed to her seat on the butter-flys back again, and the butterfly was just flying out of the gate, when avoice, and this time so gruff a voice that even the fairy jumped, said :
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ON THEY WENT, THE FIRE-FLY LIGHTING THE WAY TH YORK PUBLIC HORARY Ac X AND TILI ONS £ ESSIE BELL 77 She mustnt go without a warm cloak, for it may be chilly when shecomes home. Heres one of my warmest leaves for her. It was she whoasked the gardener to let me grow here, when he was just about to pull meup as a useless weed. It was the mullein who spoke, dropping a warm, flannel-like leaf as hedid so. Bessie wrapped it about her, and off they started again. Dear me! How long you. were getting ready ! said a voice at herelbow. Girls are always so slow. I have been waiting here ever so long,forl wanted to light you on your way to the ball, because you set me freewhen some naughty boys had caged me under a glass. Bessie turned her head, and there at her elbow was a fire-fly. Youd never get to the ball at all if I didnt light you, he whispered toher, confidentially. That butterfly cant see his way about as I can, thoughhe wont admit it. If he wanted to be sure of his way, hed carry a lant

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