FAIRY-FOLK THE story-books have told you That make them leather aprons Like a cap upon their heads, These stories, too, have told you, When you are locked in dreams, There are no fairy-folk that ride. About the world at night, Who give you rings and other things, 84 FAIRY-FOLK But if you do to others what Of story-books were true. ALICE CARY. U FOREIGN LANDS P into a cherry tree Who should climb but little me! I held the trunk with both my hands I saw the next-door garden lie, I saw the dimpling river pass If I could find a higher tree To where the roads on either hand ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON. HOW THE LEAVES CAME DOWN "I'LL tell you how the leaves came down." It is quite time to go to bed." "Ah!" begged each silly, pouting leaf, "Let us a little longer stay; Dear Father Tree, behold our grief; 'Tis such a very pleasant day We do not want to go away." So, for just one more merry day To the great tree the leaflets clung, Frolicked and danced, and had their way, Upon the autumn breezes swung, Whispering all their sports among: "Perhaps the great tree will forget, |