tle ctle girl. I o ell you a pretty dream le ceac o . One pleasant morning in tiful springtime, I t I ting on t grass under my dear motly at the rose-bushes which were growing all around me.

    It e early, t been up very long; t beginning to sing joyously. till asleep. t ail ttle c beautiful golden ringlets you can imagine. tly in my face, as if to e, and t me ender smile. I clapped my c te, and ote pink, and t from betiful little fairies. I  remember ty ttle   joy, and I danced around to s.

    After a o a beautiful  doe bud upon it, and kissed it softly many times; just t teal gently around me, and loving lips kissing my eyelids, my cil I began to t  last I opened my eyes to see  all meant, and found it rying to kiss me awake.

    Do you like my day-dream? If you do, perime.

    teacly miss you. Please give my love to your good Greek friends, and tell t I so Athens some day.

    Lovingly your little friend and playmate, hELEN A. KELLER.

    quot;t Fairiesquot; and quot;t Kingsquot; are given in full, as tant as t Fairies [From quot;Birdie and ;] by Margaret t. Canby King Frost, or Jack Frost as imes called, lives in a cold country far to t every year  I. in t volume.176

    takes a journey over trong and rapid steed called quot;Nort; ream, clear as glass in appearance but often strong as iron; s ts to sleep by one touco til spring returns; t e norte little forests of fairy pine-trees, pure iful. But  ing of trees, est layers of gold and rubies; and are