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and a pretty stick with a star on the top, like
the fairy in my picture-book,” said Lucy, still
quite puzzled as to how her mamma in a
long frock and bonnet and shawl could pos-
sibly be a fairy.

“ Ah! but your fairy lived a great while ago,”
said Fanny, “and the fairies who live now don’t
dress as they used to do then.”

It was very pleasant that warm summer
morning to sit quietly in the boats as they
glided gently along. The children let their
hands hang over the side of the boat into the
cool water. The trees on each side of the stream
dipped down into it, and gave a pleasant shade,
and the water lilies rocked gently as the tide
and wind passed along ; the banks were covered
with forget-me-nots; but Mr. Marchwood did
not allow the boats to be stopped for the
children to gather them, as there were plenty in
Fairy Island, and numbers of other wild flowers
too.