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Title: Happy holidays
Year: 1921 (1920s)
Authors: Wickes Frances Gillespy, 1875-1967
Subjects: Children's stories
Publisher: Chicago : Rand McNally
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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teredaway to his playfellows, the dragon-fly stillremained poised on a blade of grass. Her slenderand burnished body, more brightly and deeplyblue than the deep blue sky, glistened in the sun-beam, and her netlike wings laughed at theflowers because they could not fly, but must standstill and abide the wind and rain. The dragon-fly sipped a little of the childs clear dewdropsand blue-violet honey, and then whispered herwinged words. And the child made an end ofhis repast, closed his dark blue eyes, bent downhis beautiful head, and listened to the sweetprattle. Then the dragon-fly told much of the merrylife in the green wood — how sometimes she playedhide-and-seek with her playfellows under thebroad leaves of the oak and the beech trees orhunt-the-hare along the surface of the still waters,or sometimes quietly watched the sunbeams asthey flew busily from moss to flower, and from 254 Happy Holidays flower to bush, and shed life and warmth overall. But at night, she said, the moonbeams
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Then the dragon-fly told of the merry life in the green wood glided softly around the wood, and dropped dewinto the mouths of all the thirsty plants; and whenthe dawn pelted the slumberers with the softroses of heaven, some of the flowers looked upand smiled, but most of them could not so muchas raise their heads for a long, long time. Such stories did the dragon-fly tell. And asthe child sat motionless, with his eyes shut and May Day 255 his head rested on his little hand, she thought hehad fallen asleep, so she poised her double wingsand flew into the rustling wood. But the child was only sunk into a dream ofdelight, and was wishing he were a sunbeam ora moonbeam; and he would have been glad tohear more and more, and forever. Then as allwas still, he opened his eyes and looked aroundfor his dear guest, but she had flown far away.He could not bear to sit there any longer alone,so he rose and went to the gurgling brook. Itgushed and rolled so merrily, and tumbled sowildly along as it

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