The Fairies' Secret

Saturday had come at last. Jane was sitting on a low limb of an apple tree. It was a sunny June afternoon. Flowers bloomed, birds sang, butterflies flitted everywhere.

   "I wish I could see a fairy," Jane thought. "I would ask her how to be beautiful." And thinking, thinking, thinking, Jane was soon fast asleep.

   She dreamed that the fairy queen flew with her to fairyland. The grass was like green velvet. The birds sang their sweetest songs.

   In the green fairy meadow was a ring of tiny fairies dressed in yellow. As they sang and skipped, Jane heard them say, "We are the Do Right Fairies."

   "Will you let Jane play with you?" asked the queen.

   "Is she a Do Right girl?" asked the fairies.

   "I'll try to be," Jane said, and into the ring she went.

The fairies taught her their fairy games, and took her to see the buttercup field. There were buttercups everywhere, and when the fairies jumped into the flower bed, no one could tell which were buttercups and which were fairies.

   Then the queen flew with Jane to another meadow. In the greenest spot was a ring of fairies dressed in red.

   As they sang and skipped Jane heard them say, "We are the Speak Right Fairies. No one can play here who speaks unkind words."

   "I'll try and be a Speak Right girl," said Jane, and into the ring they took her.

They taught her to play their fairy games, and took her to see the red poppy field. There were red poppies everywhere, and when the fairies jumped into the flower bed, no one could tell which were fairies and which were poppies.

   Then in a wink Jane found herself in a beautiful crystal cave.

   From the top to the bottom of the cave the silver lights flashed and twinkled. At Jane's feet was a crystal pool.

   Around the pool was a ring of fairies dressed in silver sheen. "We are the Think Right Fairies," they sang. "Will you be a Think Right girl and play with us?"

   "Oh, yes," cried Jane, "I'll try to be!" And into the ring they took her.

They taught her to play their games. Then they flew up, up, up, among the twinkling lights. And no one could tell which were the lights and which were the fairies.

   Then Jane wakened. The fireflies were twinkling their lights under the apple tree. Each twinkle seemed to tell the fairies' secret. "Do right, speak right, think right, and you will be beautiful."

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