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something new into the world of the
verses, the reader will learn of
control the different winds
and read of the deeds of and of
their efforts to
the kind North, South and
defeat the widked schemings of the bad East
Elizabeth Brennan shows a particular aptitude in writing for
children and her stories and verse, full of fancy and gentle htmiour,
be read with delight by children of
and 52 pen sketches) give the book a charm and wistfulness that make it one which children will treasure.
illustrations (8 full colour plates
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there are fairies in the
. . .
i hear them eeerytehere
MPTROPOLITAN PUBLISHING COMPANY,
1 S 1985
TO THE CHILDREN
OF ALL AGES
THE WIND FAIRIES THE EAST WIND FAIRIES' PLOT SANTA'S BEARD THE WEST WIND FAIRIES AND THE LEPRACAUN THE KIND FAIRIES THE LITTLE BROWN FOX ... THE NORTH WIND FAIRIES AND PAT GRANDPA'S RHEUMATICS ... THE WEST WIND FAIRIES AND THE PROFESSOR THE SKY PARLIAMENT AND THE
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THE WEST WIND TOMMIE THE SOUTH WIND THE DUNCE
THE SOUTH WIND
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THE EAST WIND SANTA THE LEPRACAUN THE EAST WIND
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WINDS THE WEST WIND
AT THE SEASIDE THE WEST WIND THE SMUGGLERS
THE KITE THE WEST WIND FAIRIES THE CLOTHES LINE THE FAIRY RING THE SOUTH WIND FAIRIES THE GHOSTS
PAT'S PRAYER THE NORTH WIND FAIRIES HELP THE LEPRACAUN THE WIND FAIRY SHOEMAKER THE WIND FAIRIES' LULLABY ...
the stars are kept by day
In shining caverns of
Dwell the winds of heaven with
wings of light.
each of these winds has a fairy train
sunshine and sprinkle
To help it spread
are delicate things
and rose petal wings.
to bathe in the spring tune fair.
The sleeping blossoms with Stardust rare And which, when caressed by the soft south Awaken and burst into bloom again.
The West Wind Fairies are full of fun And cannot at all be relied upon. They frolic about over field and dell
Tormenting the crops and the farmer
tickle the ears
of the sleeping
wheat in the early dawn.
ripened fruit from the apple trees
colour with crimson the falling leaves.
The North Wind
have plenty to do
of a silvery hue
white snowflakes from frozen rain
in the clouds again.
Then sewing them up
But the East Wind
Fairies are not so nice
love to pinch old people's ears
nip Utde children's soft fingers and toes.
They carry a poison concealed in their wings Which they spitefully drop upon growing things. And when pierced by their daggers of sleety grey The poor Utde Mossoms just wither away.
others are kindly as fairies should.
Fairies are far
But the East Wind
trouble wherever they go.
often they do, as
®L East ^ind S^aifies
Squirrel, raising his acorn
your Fairies for a moment please?"
"Certainly," replied the South
rather gnmipily, "if
with an appointment on
hands with the Sunbeam Elves for four
"I haou «omcthiit0 to report, tbr," repU«d the Brvum SqubrreL
I can't start because
Fairies aren't here.
no, sir," replied
Everyone knows that."
The South Wind couldn't help feeling just "Oh well," he admitted grudgingly, "I dare say
they have their good
But what's wrong with you Mr. Squirrel? Are you
sir," replied the
"I have something to report,
ferring to his oak leaf note
book in a business-like way.
"Ah," cried the South Wind, "those East
I'U be bound."
Squirrel nodded: "Yes, I'm afraid so,
always making trouble, that crowd."
The South Wind
almost blew himself away, so great was his in-
have to ask the Sky Parliament to pass a new law banishing
them from the seasons altogether," he said angrily. "If I had my way they'd be locked up in the wind cavern jail long ago." "I suppose you have heard of the Animal Red Cross, sir?" enquired
the Squirrel, waving his bushy
in order to balance himself
The South Wind nodded. "Why yes.
We often help them when they
aid to the flowers.
the Squirrel, "it's like this. I belong to the Squirrel
branch of it, and early
morning while on duty down in the hollow
snowdrops lying half dead underneath
across a whole line of
big diesmut tree."
'Terrible," muttered the South
Wind, fanning himself in order
relieve his feelings,
"such goings-on have never been heard of before,
"They had apparently been stabbed with a frost spear, sir," continued the Brown Squirrel, referring to his leaf note book again. "I
fresh air injections but they were
be so kind as to come and have a look
"I'd go now," replied the South
crossly, "if those Fairies
here. Is that all
you found Squirrel?"
whispered the Squirrel, "last night
S.O.S. from the
when he thought no one was when he knows I'm on duty, sir." The South Wind nodded. "Not a bad
He sent it down by a shooting star, looking. He often does that kind of thing
old fellow the
too fond of drawing a cloud handkerchief over his face
ought to be doing his duty, but
soon take care of that by blowing
look in the hollow
by the pond,
"and sure enough when
did I discovered a whole pile of hailstone
frost spears all lying
ready waiting to be used. If you ask
Fairies are planning
"If they do
Wind "we must attack too.
the only way to save all the flowers and plants coming
for the spring.
Ah, here come
now, I see."
Fairies floated gracefiilly
silver thistledown, singing gaily as they
Here we come, here we come. Full of gaiety and fun. Why here's the Squirrel, fresh and That uniform looks nice on him!
"Hello, Fairies," said the Squirrel, saluting smartly. "I hope I see
on. Fairies," cried the South
do down in the
Wind fussily, "we have some hoUow. Jump upon my shoulders and
us be Down
in the hollow the poor
snowdrops were half lying on
they were indeed alFairies tenderly
the ground, deathly pale, and looking
alas, as if
ready dead. Alighting near them the South
breathed on their waxen petals, and carefully bound
warm air. Suddenly the little Brown Squirrel, who was patrolling up and down
came dashing excitedly across the grass. "Oh Fairies," he cried, "please come and look at the sky. There is a great big cloud aeroplane floating over from the east. Those Fairies
in the hollow,
are not waiting until to-night to attack the flowers after alL"
back to yoiu: post. Squirrel," said the South
"leave the whole thing to
Fairies, let us hide
group of beechnut
the wicked East
black cloud aeroplane sped quickly towards the hollow, and
then with an
drop their cold hailstone bombs about in
Immediately the South
Fairies darted out
and breathing warmly upon the hailstones as they
instantly into soft,
with shouts of
but the South
Fairies, flying out before
them, breathed a doud of delicious
Immediately the East
perfume right into
followers began to feel terrible drowsy,
and one by one they
their heads, drifted slowly
back again over the
at the sky as
in the apple orchard. Fanner
Plowem looked up
fro beneath his fragrant apple trees.
"Dear me," he mumbled, "the Wind must be changing again. A good job too. I was afeard that cold East Wind might blight my pears this spring, and then I'd be in a proper mess, I would. The Wind is coming from the south now. Doggone it, but it smells good. Vi'lets and roses and musk all mixed up together, in a manner of speakin'. I likes the South Wind, I do." And down in the hollow, the poor little snowdrops at last began to open their eyes, and after a few more injections of fresh air, said they reaUy felt fine again. Immediately the South Wind Fairies b^an to dance delightedly on top of the beechnut trees, and the echo of their song reached the Utde Brown Squirrel as he tramped away on his beat
We've driven them away. Their hailstone bombs
spears of frost.
Won't be much
Because they've lost. Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah!
And if you stroll down by the hollow any summer evening,
surprised if you see a perky litde fellow patrolling the path with a large
chestnut medal swinging importantly from his beechnut belt. It
Squirrel, of course, but
all, it isn't
for looking so
eoery fellow in the squirrel branch of the
boast of a Chestnut medal!
When Snowdrop Armies March up
with Spears of Cireen
Santa sat at
Eating cake and frosted cherries
In his room which looked so bright
about with holly berries.
in a pleasant
As he watched the yule
had been shampooed
But the bad
east fairies near
So they looked on with a sneer Feeling sour and very snappy.
"Silly fool," they hissed with spite,
We'll do him some
Wicked words and most alanning.
Later they returned to find Santa
called in the
Harsh and sharp
razor edge quite bare
Down the room To where Santa
soon was creeping
in his chair
the naughty wind for spite.
Shaved off Santa's beard quite neatly.
disappeared from sight
Ere he could awake completely.
was an awful shame,
Santa wildly tried to find them
For he knew they were to blame.
the air not chill behind them?
Santa Glaus without a beard!
was quite against tradition
the poor old fellow feared
Folks would eye
So he jumped upon
Nearly desperate with worry
For 'twould soon be Christmas day;
get help in a hurry.
To the north wind fairies then He revealed his bad position And they felt quite angry when
Santa's sad condition.
So they thought and thought again
the awful situation
they got an inspiration.
not have a beard of snow?
And no one would
would look so neat and
So the north wind came and tossed
Snowflakes light as any feather
the fairies with some frost
and snowy white
Whiter than his own beard surely
frost glue gripped
in place securely.
Saw him on his They just stared
his beard so soft
the stars with silver eyes
Viewed the beard with admiration
did they realize
with a sneer.
"Blimey, can you beat
That old Santa Qaus
"Then the naughty wind for tpUe thaved oft Santa's beard. ..."
Chris Cow," cried the West
you not eating the sweet clover from the
Fairies," replied Chris
laid a spell
wicked lepracaun who
imder the hawthorn tree has
master any more milk.
upon me, and now I bad fellow, that same
lepracaun, and weaves his evil spells while dancing under the harvest
"Why, Chris Cow,"
worry any more about
To-night the harvest
be shining again, and when that wicked lepracaun comes
out to dance under the hawthorn tree
the hollow to cast a spell
will get the black witch
go down to the pretty Bluebell
eat the sweet clover as
you always do. Leave that bad old
Fairies," said Chris
not stopped that
lepracaun will soon have
mals in the Bluebell
he would, and he always does
farewell, the dainty
The siach wueh appeared.
the tree shaded
hollow where the Black Witch lived, and alightmg on a grassy
near her cave, ccmimenced to chant:
Black Witch, with your magic charm.
to you in great alarm.
Please weave a spell to set cows free.
the Lepracaxm under the hawthorn tree!
Immediately they finished singing a loud gust of wind blew out
from the cave, and the Black Witch appeared with her
ing about her wrinkled face.
dirty hair hang-
"Oh-h-h-h!" she shrieked, waving her arms, "you West
Fairies are a nuisance
—always wanting something. Oh my cockroaches
in the Blue-
and black-beedes, what has Liam Lepracaun done on you now? Ohh-h-h!"
has cast a wicked spell on poor Chris
meadow,'* replied the West
give her master any
Wind Fairies timidly, "and she cannot You must give us something to help her.
Witch—please!" "Oh my bluebotdes and
have to," grumbled
the Black Witch dipping into her big cauldron, "if I don't
upon him while he
under the harvest moon. Wait imtil the
village clock strikes twelve,
and then dart out and fling it right into
Now go away and leave
Black Magic book finished with
and it has to be back in the witch's library by to-morrow."
Fairies a parcel tied
She threw the Wind
in a green
bay leaf and
with another shriek, vanished back into her gloomy cave.
"Hurrah!" cried the West Wind Fairies delightedly, "now we can
help poor Chris
Cow give her
master some more milk again. Let us
go down to the Bluebell meadow and wait there for the
in the Bluebell
long black shadows over trees
meadow, the Shadow Elves strew and grass, and covered up the sleeping
a mantle of fikny
before twelve o'clock however, the
appeared from behind his wisp
of cloud handkerchief, and immediately, with
joy, the mischievous
popped out from between the branches of
the hawthorn tree and
droll looking little
fellow, with a tasselled cap
perched on his
narrow head and pointed shoes on his tiny
which twinkled brightly
iea« a droll fellow. .
singing too, and the words of his
song reached the West
Fairies as they
crouched behind a
shadow which the Shadow Elves
had obligingly hung up
an awful one!
I've cast a spell
upon Chris Cow, give any more
a hi-diddle, hi-diddle dow!
to cast another spell.
aU the sheep and pigs
nice, fat pigs for the coimtry
hi-diddle, hi-diddle dow!
"Dear me!" thought the kind West Wind Fairies horrified, "what a wicked Lepracaim he is to be sure! Hark! There goes the village clock striking twelve. Now Fairies! Are you ready?" And slipping out from
behind their curtain of shadow
they flew up to where
Lq)racaun was dancing, and, without being seen, flung the Black
Witch's spell powder right into his funny wrinkled httle face.
Immediately the Lepracaun stopped dancing, and looked about him
in a puzzled way.
"Goodness me," the West Wind
feel as if
him whisper, "I
Lepracaim not to
were tied to the ground. What can have
what a shame
be able to dance!"
"Oh what a shame it is for a Lepracaun to be West Wind Fairies, darting out from their hiding
never dance again,
so wicked!" cried the
Liam Lepracaim, until you consent to remove from poor Chris Cow down in the Bluebell meadow."
for goodness sake, take your old spell
away from me!"
the Lepracaun cheekily, "I only bewitched old Chris
was always boasting about her lovely sweet milk, and was sadly
in need of a lesson to
make her more humble. The old
"The Black Witch gave us this spell powder," replied the West Wind Fairies
before his eyes, "and unless
ask you will remain tied to
the ground by invisible threads until daybreak,
and that would never do,
to the farm-
yard and I will take the spell off Chris
Th« Wc*l Wind FairUt obeMentty him up in their arms.
The West Wind
in their arms
sleeping in the byre.
the Lepracaun waved
a few times in front of Chris Cow's face and then turning to the
more milk than ever to-morrow. Now Fairies, remove the Black Witch's charm from me quickly, as I must be away over the hills to seek a new home."
spell is off her again.
"There now, the
The West Wind
his face again,
hands in farewell the
darted out of sight.
next morning Farmer Joe was delighted with the amoimt of
gave him, and walking
the steaming pails in his hand, he paused near
the place where the hawthorn tree was growing.
"Dear me!" he muttered looking at it in great perplexity, "something must have happened to this tree during the night. It was all right
passed this way!"
For the hawthorn
was dead; the mischievous
to seek a
"Although I'm blind," said Tommie,
"And really cannot see. The fairies come and whisper.
In purple showers
what a lovely
of the seasons
have never seen
when snowdrop armies
March up with spears of green. Of summer when the roses.
Are climbing everywhere.
Of harvestings And haymakings
could never *
But I don't
feel too lonely
When fairies are so kind. And tho' my parents tell
only dream these things
'Cos I can
(One JliUle uSmw^n dTox
^^ K TnT
Brown West Wind
you looking so sad?"
trying to get
him some food." At that moment,
note of a bugle echoing loudly over
and he cowered back against the
body quivering with
cried the Fairies, fanning his
face with their soft breath.
"Why do you
Fairies!" whispered the Fox, "that
the horn of the hunters.
shall I do,
shall I do!"
you from those wicked men. Leave
they won't catch you," and in their sweet, high voices
started to sing:
West Wind with your wings so fleet. Help us save the Brown Fox sweet. Show us how to stop those men,
gets to his den!
moment the himtsmen came over the brow galloped down towards the field. "Oh how pretty they look!" cried the West Wind
ingly. "Just look at those brilliant red coats!"
the horses," said another, peeping from behind a wisp of
cloud, "they might ahnost be dressed in satin, their bodies shine so
But we must hurry, or
Brown Fex wiQ be
The leader of the hunt blew
another ringing blast on his silver horn,
and led by the hounds, galloped down into the
immediatdy flew over and aUghted on the
horses' backs, tickling their
hard that they suddenly stopped and started rearing
and jumping about in
the devil has
come over the
horses," roared one of the
angrily, "tl^y appear to
Fairies," cried the poor horses pltmging
"why do you torment us
"Because you are helping these wicked
Brown Fox, whose
will not consent to
men to catch the little Wind Fairies. "Promise us ride any further and we will stop."
that," said the horses rearing
continued to tickle them hard,
as our masters tell us.
are only animals
Fairies, stop tor-
and must do
menting us so!"
appears to have risen aU of a sudden," said one of the
himtsmen, cracking his whip, "perhaps
how we may
best help the Uttle
Fairies, pulling the horses' ears imtil they nearly
riders to the ground,
"you must know of some way!"
"All you can do," replied the horses, "is to blow away the scent.
always follow the scent of the Fox, and if you blow
the opposite direction, they will be led astray and will not catch
Wind Fairies, playfully blowing off the leader's red cap, "now you may go, good horses. We know it is not your fault, but we must save the Httie Brown Fox, whose father is ill."
goody, goody," cried the
one of the
has fallen again," remarked
strong on the scent!"
note of the bugle sounded ring-
ingly as the horses galloped on, but flying
on before the hounds the Wind
suddenly caught up the scent and swept
around in the opposite
horse, "the fox
must have turned in
his tracks or something.
the hoimds are going back the
about, huntsmen! Over the
way we have come. To we go again!"
sped swiftly back across the
and the Wind
danced delightedly on top of Farmer Plowem's shiny bald head, and
laughed themselves almost
have their day's sport, but the
who really don't mean any little Brown Fox will not be
and darting in and out through the
branches of the
to gladly sing:
The horn of
the hunter has sounded in vain.
Brown Fox has escaped them
tho' its note echoes o'er
At the end of the day
"Doggone it," muttered Farmer Plowem, pausing to light his pipe, "but the wind is shure actin' queer this weather. One minute it's here
and the next
it is, if
you ask me!"
But down in the mossy birch grove,
back in his den once more,
Brown Fox arched his graceful neck and bayed delightedly. he knew what the West Wind Fairies were singing about!
The poor lUtte boy who was
Sat the poor
In a gloomy house in a
boy who was Uving
He could not walk for his legs were bad And because of this fact he was always
very lonely that winter
he'd no brothers with
the north wind whistled quite cheerily
window with mischievous
dear," whispered Patrick, for that was his name,
The snow makes
the streets look so spotlessly white the boys start a snowball fight."
Just then in the
wind a voice spoke very
whispered these words into Patrick's
fellow, just wait
the north wind
Pat looked about him with frightened eyes.
Quite speechless was he in his great surprise.
he could hear was the wind and rain
For the north wind Back over the
had hurried away
their caverns lay
up the north wind with
they polished and rubbed
they glittered bright.
elves fetched their paintpots of silvery frost
the bridge of the rainbow they once more crossed
the snow over street and square
painted with frost every drab tree there.
They himg out banners of
And The And
stuck tiny icicles over the place.
frosted trees shone with a silvery sheen
soon every street looked
Tha elvet fetched
their poliU pof a.
That day Patrick woke with a scream of delight
never yet seen such a beautiful sight.
sun danced on each shimmering scene
the icicles glitter and gleam.
his small face
the wind fairies watching the poor
it is all
Heard him whisper, "Alas,
What's the use of
right to talk
could play just as other boys do
of fun pelting snowballs too."
then worked with a will
Looking Old Hag
The North Wind
Dropped Millions and Millions of Sofl While Snowflukes
the window, then lo
piled in a beautiftil drift
All ready for Patrick to play with and
opened the window, then
the street, stood a boy
in accents bold
Challenged out Pat to a snowball fight
they pelted each other in great delight.
boy was an
Let Pat win the
fight to his
evening while lying in bed.
sigh of the
wind a voice once more
boy we must
But perhaps we
you some other day."
Patrick smiled sleepily into the
you come again soon?"
"What a fake" erUd Wind Poirie*.
^inil behind a
bag, let us follow
cried the naughty East
his little blade
comes Doctor Nowall with where he
going to old Grandpa Grumpy," replied a sly rat
scratching in a nearby ditch.
trying to cure them."
"Grandpa has rheumatics and the doctor
"Oh what a good joke!" cried the wicked East Wind Fairies jumping
about delightedly, "we can creep in through the window and annoy
him while he works. Come on East Wind,
quickly as you can."
carry us after the doctor as
"Well Grandpa," said the young doctor cheerfully as he entered the
bedroom, "and how
the rheumatism to-day?"
Grandpa Grumpy grumpily, "what
you have in that bottle?"
yovmg doctor, "that
banish your nasty old rheumatism for good."
"How does it work?" enquired Grandpa suspiciously, while the East
Fairies crept quietly
"Just turn around," replied the doctor cheerily, "and
of it on your back. You'll be surprised
"Ha, ha," shrieked the wicked East
how nice it will feel." Wind Fairies dancing about
of Grandpa's bed, "he'll be surprised
Grandpa Grumpy turned around and on his hand the doctor started to rub it on
ism hurt most.
some of the
where the rheumat-
our chance," whispered the leader of the East
"draw your swords
Darting over they gave poor old Grandpa a few cruel stabs with
swords right in the spot where the doctor was rubbing. " Ow-w-w-w-!" screeched Grandpa loudly, "what do you think
you're doing, sticking pins into
worse than ever now. Oh-h-h-h!"
"But I'm not
sticking pins in you," replied the doctor, puzzled,
"this medicine ought to
be doing you good."
Grandpa Grumpy, waving
as the East
him a few more sly digs with their fair going mad! Ow! stop sticking them
pins into me, will you!"
pins into you
said the doctor crossly,
Mr. Grumpy? Lie
put some more of
medicine on your back."
"Wot!" screeched Grandpa,
you murder me? Not
Will you leave
me you're not much of a doctor after all.
with those pins or
The poor yoimg
"Dear me," he thought,
never be able to make a living
earth can have happened this
feel like that?"
made Mr. Grumpy
simply shrieked with laughter as he
the house. This was the third time in a
had got him sent away
by one of his
Grandpa Grumpy wouldn't take
him back again they gave him another
few stabs with
through the window.
The North Wind
Th« old black wUeb who UveM
Grey Field Mouse came to them in a great
do you look so worried?'
"Please Fairies," replied the litde mouse, smoothing back his
whiskers which had become slighdy ruffled, "I was working
meadow a few minutes
ago, near the place
where the ditch
happened to hear that
yoimg Doctor Nowall was going
Wind Grandpa Grumpy
bad with the rheimiatics.
They must have been up
mischief because a few seconds later I saw the poor doctor coming
away from the house
and very sad he looked too."
"But what can we do
him?" enquired the North Wind
briskly, "the old
"Do you know?"
"Well Fairies," replied the Grey Field Mouse
great for curing rheumatics of
every kind. If I go to her, and ask her to give
medicines, will you arrange
me one of her famous herb
will agree to give the
poor young doctor one more chance?"
yes" cried the North
Come North Wind,
Mouse. Be sure to
a lot of that medicine into the doctor's
The North Wind
Fairies flew swifdy over the hiUs
near the window of Grandpa Grumpy's house, began to
sweet dear voices:
Oh Grandpa Grumpy,
Please let the doctor
cure your pain!
muttered Grandpa in
"I could almost swear that
hard on the doctor
he's very young,
"Oh my filea and beetles,
although he had no right to stick pins
" croolted the black
trick I calls it."
Grey Field Mouse, hurrying back
to the hollow
approached the grassy cave where the old black witch lived and knocked
smartly on the door.
Immediately there sounded a great rush of wind and a
darted out from behind
looking old hag, with long dirty hair hanging about her wrinkled face,
"Oh who is
that!" she groaned in a shrieking sort of voice,
earwigs and caterpillars
cockroaches and lizards
"Please witch," piped the
Grey Field Mouse
only me. Could you give
a Uttle of your nice rheumatism medicine
"For what?" moaned the old witch shaking her
filthy hair wildly,
snakes and leeches for what.
botdes for what? Oh-h-h-h!"
"For the yoxmg doctor, witch," whispered the
Fairies are trying to ruin
of that medicine
him and if you will only to fix him up again."
beetles, here it is," croaked the black
him a pared of herbs
in an oak leaf envelope,
lizards I hate those East
roadies I'd do anything to annoy them, oh-h-h-h-h!"
"Thank you kindly witch," repUed the
"good-day to you now."
scutded quickly back across the
the doctor's open
ning up die rose tree
There was no one there and rungrowing outside, the Utde Grey Mouse silendy
the cork out of the botde, slipped
the black witch's medicine into
Then pleased with his day's work he hurried back to his home down in the meadow, happy because he knew that now the poor young
doctor would be able to cure his patients again.
Meanwhile the North Wind
where old Grandpa Grumpy
Fairies kept singing
around the bedroom
he muttered looking about him in surprise,
Perhaps I had better send for him again."
rubbed his bade with some of the black
seem to be
now! I never
me life! Oh this is
back of it
great Doc. I always
knowed you were a dever chap
outside the window, the
Fairies chuckled merrily
as they listei^, while the sly East Fairy Spies simply
their sharp frost spears
were of no use now! Grandpa Grumpy's rheumatics were cured!
the Professor set off for a ramble
his hair wasn't
His boots were unfastened,
His trousers were torn where they'd caught on a bramble
And must be
confessed looked disgracefully crushed.
west ^iries had made the day simny
soon had their work done
the professor looked terribly funny
tousled his hair as he walked, just for fun.
look!" cried one fairy, "that hat
trimmed with flowers
to the professor's head
He's reading those volumes for so
won't even guess, he's so absentminded."
Quite suddenly saw her hat rise in the
land with a grace that was really surprising
Right on the professor's untidy grey
But he, quite unconscious of
this sad disaster
on to the end of the road
into another schoolmaster
blankly and said, "I'll be blowed!"
beamed "Good morning, what
amazing new hat
was trimmed on one
with a big ostrich feather
But of course the poor prof didn't know about
laughed and the prof, looked delighted.
he thought, to see people so gay
just at that
the west wiud alighted
lifting his hat,
"It's pletuant," he thought, "to gee people lo gay,"
on while the clock in the
Struck nine as the scholars appeared fresh and trim
tho' the prof,
saluted the people
never once guessed they were laughing at him!
Parliament was sitting in a
doud cavern away
big three, the
MOON and STARS
usual telling each other what to do, and grumbling
when they wouldn't
elves," growled the
at this complaint
from the midnight
SUN grumpily, "it's about you, as usual, Mr. Moon. They say you spend
the best part of your time snoozing behind a
stead of showing
them where to go when they are spreading their you call that doing your duty, Mortimus Moon?"
your tone of voice, Septimus Sim," snapped the
looking very annoyed,
"why everyone knows
am the biggest
person of the big three. Look at the songs that have been written about
poems people love
compose about me.
By the light of the
being sung by everyone just
moon now. Not doing my duty
indeed. If I'm
not then I'd like to
"It seems to me,
"that you are becoming altogether too
of yourself latdy, and I'd have you
please, that other people be-
you have had songs and poetry
written about them.
On A Star, what about.
"That's enough from you too, Sebastian Star," broke in the
at th* Bonga thai have
b<«n wrtttsn about
"the conceit of you pair
ftinny for words. Everyone
me there wouldn't
the fruit and
be any seasons.
earth for the seeds
grow and helps
changes night into
make people strong ^me. What's having songs made up about you compared to that? Poems and songs indeed. That's about
you two are
to be used for!"
"I must ask you to take back that insult
Septimus Sun," roared the
Moon Man, now
annoyed, "as one gentleman to another."
sun rudely, "where
The Sun shook out a thcct of cloud paper and rtad .
"Come, come, fellow members," called the North Star, "fighting amongst ourselves won't help us to settle this question of the mixed seasons. Read that letter from the wind fairies again please Mr. Sun." Glaring rudely at the Moon Man, who glared just as rudely back, the Sun shook out a sheet of cloud paper and read as follows:
TO THE SKY PARLIAMENT.
all the seasons are
Christmas coming near
The snowflakes should be
Yet the roses are
take the case oj
hasn't sold a thing this year
For keeping out
the seasons right/
THE SOUTH, WEST AND NORTH WINDS.
nice business I
must say" grumbled the Sun, folding up the
"somebody hasn't been doing their duty
of course," snapped the
I take forty
wonder who you'd blame
you hadn't got me? Because
that I don't keep
eye on those
season elves. I do, but you'd want about
are so full of mischief."
eyes to watch them, they
"I agree with you there," said the North Star, "several nights I
have seen them skating up and
way when they ought
This mixing of the seasons
another joke of theirs."
"Just the same,
have to look into
"Here are the sky pubhc wanting
know what they
are paying rates
know won't do
for them, that's all."
some people / know," growled the
of their time lazing about
south with the mermaids and
dolphins, there might be less talk of another election in the Sky Parlia-
"Shall I call in the North Wind,
Sun?" asked the North Star "You said he might be the
best person to help this
in," replied the
"I'm fed up
from that Mortimus
He has a shop
rubber hootw and
"Do you know this Mr. Wett, of rain coat*. Muddy Lane?" he enquired when the North Wind had blown
the North Wind, "he has a shop
boots and rain coats and capes, and the only time he
the winter. But
there hasn't been any winter, and his busi-
in a sad way. I feel very sorry for him; but
"What do you mean, 'what can you do'?" snapped the Sun who was now in such a bad temper that he would have fought with his own
he had any. "This
boy the North Wind always brought snow in December!"
"but what's the use of
snowflakes only to have
them melted again by the South Wind
soon as they
not the South Wind's fault," he added,
seasons that have
mixed up, which
such a good-for-nothing Sky Parliament," he finished rudely.
"That's enough cheek from you," said the Sun, firing up, "get back
of the seasons, so see to
you can manage
to help that
rubber boots. Off you go!"
The North Wind whizzed away and
that night the
dropped millions and millions of
white snowflakes over
the whole countryside.
"Dearie me," said Mr. Wett the next morning, as he opened his
shop door, "the weather has changed
I will surely sell all
shop in order to
to order to keep out the
did, for the people simply rushed to his
buy some rubber boots and rain coats
snow, and before nightfall he hadn't a thing
for the next day!
as soon as they
had the seasons
sorted out, they cheered themselves
up with a few
champagne, and were soon
humour again. "You aren't such a bad old fellow really, Mortimus Moon," said the Sun, licking his lips, "and I didn't mean
half the things I said about your poetry
would make up a few poems about me!"
"Thanks, Septimus old man," replied
you want a nice poem
written about you
you one myself!"
he was in danger of melting out the
Th«v cheered fhcmceloe* up loUA
few glamt of cloud champagne.
North Wind's snowflakes once
Johnnie whispered: "I hope Cod wont mind."
and' vhe cfxiie
Said the west wind:
these rich boys are certain to win.
his father has
both small and exceedingly
Now these rich boys have toys that poor John hasn't got.
won't matter to them.
Johnnie's kite right
up over the
thus win him that thirty pounds ten."
So the kind west wind
to the dell.
the people were watching the test
catching John's kite as
the people around simply gaped in surprise
and soared through the
hardly could credit the sight of their eyes
behold a kite flying so high.
same evening when
closing his eyes
Johnnie whispered: "I hope
for that beautiful prize,
I just save
one small piece for the wind!"
Shrieked tha Wicked East
Peeping from Behind a Ragged Cloud
The Fairy Ring
®L 9(9es/ 9&ind 3^a>
bad East Wind
hanging out on the
line wringing wet. Just look at that stuck
he doesn't look so proud of
can get time to
"Senwi trou an rigMf " mHtlered
the alv Soet
like to see
me!" moaned the pyjama
respectable suit of pyjamas blush with slKime.
can just imagine that spiteful
Nightshirt hugging himself
hates us pyjamas because he
an old fashioned
could only send a message to the kind West
they would help us
"And my mistress is waiting to use me on the Simday dinner table,"
sighed the starched white linen tablecloth, sadly. "I heard her teUing the
better than those vulgar, coloured ones."
"And what about me," chimed
was supposed to be
in the embroidered bolster case. "I
used for a very important visitor of the master's,
and now look
—drip dripping my
to get dry.
right!" muttered the sly East Fairy Spies spitefully,
"you people with starch
you are altogether too stuck up and proud.
to get our
own back on
she dislikes us, the
the worst of living in a valley," sighed the lace petticoat,
"the winds hardly ever come
down this way. They prefer to
up on the
sunlit hilltc^s, I suppose,
very hard on us."
Suddenly a timid
up from the end of the
might I suggest something?"
Shirt looked aroimd in surprise.
notice of the
tea-towel hanging so quietly amongst the dusters
and polish dc^hs.
in spite of
tea-towel," he said kindly, for he
really very kind
"what do you want
Shirt," piped the tea-towel respectfully, "I think
diat one of us should break loose
from our pegs and
try to fly as far as
the Buttercup Hill, in order to
—I know they
up pyjama smt rather haughtily,
"there isn't enough wind to fly any of us anywhere."
"Not you heavy ones perhaps,"
might manage to get that
hdp of the Breeze Elves;
"Then you mean ^wm
happen to know them, you
go?" asked the Shirt kindly.
really very noble
"I can't go anyway," said the conceited tennis flannels looking very
"my master needs me
to play in a very big tennis
"Nor me dther," chimed in the fully fashioned silk stockings, "my mistress says I am more predous than jewels these days. / can't risk being torn to pieces on those brambles growing on Buttercup
"If you please,
tea-towd timidly, "/
a humble piece of doth used for drying
plenty of others to take
place if I
If none of the other
your sake, Mr.
shirt could not help feeling just a
tiny bit flattered,
and for the
he began to notice that the
sort of a
towel was really quite a pretty little thing,
way of course.
of you going,'*
"I don't he
like to think
the foot of Buttercup Hill
just love to get their
hands on a
helpless piece of cloth like you. Perhaps
had better go instead."
cried the Utde
Tha Utile Brmeme Btiwj caught hsr up in their tiny amu and bora her
pittfidly, "please don't
think of such a
portant a person to lose from
—I beg of you!"
to reply, she started to struggle with
the pegs that held her, and after a few wriggles, managed to work
her arms loose from their grip, and fluttered damply to the ground.
Then, being very
the litde Breeze Elves caught her
and bore her away over the
and up towards the
Shirt!" cried the httle tea-towel faintly, "if I don't
come back please think of me sometimes, won't you?" "Why!" shrieked the wicked East Wind Spies, peeping from behind
a ragged cloud, "the tea-towel has broken loose from
be going to get help for the others from the West Wind
stop her before she gets
With a sudden howl of rage they
raced after the poor
rose from their hiding place, and
tea-towel. Seizing her in their cruel
dashed her into the
thorn bushes growing at the foot of the
sharp thorns tore her
into shreds but
bravely she tried to rise and drag herself on.
Catching her up again the East
blew her into yet ancruelly scratching
of brambles and while these were
her to pieces with their long spikes, lifted her up and dashed her against
a prickly hedge, that tore her
woimded doth body almost
Ronnie Rabbit, playing hide and seek with his
die side of Buttercup Hill, saw the poor
tea-towd fluttering in
agony on the ground, and running towards
the crud thorns that entangled
use, litde rabbit," whispered the poor tea-towd faintly,
am dying; I know I
you please hold
paws so that those wicked East Wind
me down with yom lift me up again?^'
the litde rabbit's
Ronnie Rabbit did as she asked, and with a shriek of rage the East
and flew away
grey paws would be too strong for them!
"Please, litde rabbit," whispered the tea-towd with a sigh, "will
you run up to the top of Buttercup
if they will
and ask the West Wind
be so kind as to go down into the valley and
Fusspot's line of dothes to dry quickly. Especially the kind
I hate to see all his
proud starch dripping away before
can get time
Goodbye litde rabbit, ask the Wind Fairies him whenever they are passing that way."
torn and tattered body in farewell the poor
The West Wind
were very angry when they heard of the
tea-towd's fete and immediatdy hurried away
into the valley
Fusspot's clothes line was
hanging damply in the
Blowing and blowing as hard as they could the West
flew in and out through the wet clothes, lifting
them up and throwing
them down, and
in and turning
out, until at last
the whole line was fluttering, dry and crisp, in the evening
"You may thank the brave litde tea-towd for this," said the West Wind Fairies to the shirt. "She is now lying dead on the side of Butter48
cup HMl, torn to pieces by the cruel thorns where the East Wind Fairies threw her. She gave her life to help you, Mr. Shirt, and asked us to
she didn't forget you. Goodbye!"
Fusspot, as she collected her freshly dried
clothes into a big
basket, "here is
and broke loose from
pegs. Dear, dear, I
would rather have
any of the dothes but
was worth them
put together for
And later on that same evening, Dame Fusspot's airing cupboard,
the freshly ironed shirt could
not help thinking of the poor Utde tea-towel, lying dead on the
side of Buttercup Hill,
spite of the fact that
he was supposed
be dry, he found himself sadly shedding a starchy
nwl" taid Dame Pustpot.
in the Bluebell
in the silver moonlight.
They dance aroimd the
chase the lepracauns.
But they must
be gone again.
Before the daylight dawns.
about the rainbow.
the pot of gold.
upon the end of
we have been
They dance amongst
Strewn by the
play sweet fairy lullabys,
Invented by themselves.
in the trees around them,
Another kind of
you see some
in the fields this spring,
Don't dare to interfere with them,
It is a fairy ring!
ike i^nesT mts
"IP^LEASE, South Wind Fairies," ^^^ piped the little brown mouse,
"Charles Cricket told
"Of course we South Wind Fairies
"I come from the old house
mouse, "but for the past
posed to be haunted, and indeed Fairies,
"Pteate, South Wind Fairies, tH» UUte broion mouse.
really is haimted,
by four ghosts!"
stupid people are!" cried
"to be frightened away from a house
by a few ghosts!"
nice for us. Fairies," said the
havoi't tasted a scrap of cheese for the past five years.
yoa could bdp us
to get rid of those interfering old ghosts, every-
thing would be aU right again, I
"But how can we get in?" asked the South Wind
"if all the doors
and windows are kept
"I could nibble a hole in the wooden window frame," cried the
brown mouse eag&Ay, "and then your Wind could
without being seen. I
slip in quite easily
am almost certain that if a fresh,
blow right tlirough the whole house again,
would frighten those
old ghosts away."
"The Wind would not be enough to get rid of them," replied the South Wind Fairies, "but we know of a special way for dealing with ghosts, we have often used it before. Now Uttle brown mouse," they
to Primrose Valley
start nibbling at that
the village clock strikes
sUp in and wait for those mischievous ghosts to appear.
foolish people are to
be frightened away from a house by a few
brown mouse obediently
tree in the
few parcels of delicious flower
blew down into Primrose Valley and hid behind a
garden waiting for the
brown mouse had been working very hard indeed
and barely had they been waiting enough
minutes when he had a hole big
to slip in through.
was a lovely old house, with dark, panelled walls and a beautifruit
broad oaken staircase decorated with bunches of carved
"Oh what a South Wind Fairies
shame!" cried the
such a lovely old house should remain
unoccupied for so long!"
Just as the village clock struck twelve
however, the leader of the ghost army
the room, clad in a very
smart cloak of pale blue vapour.
"Heigh ho!" he yawned, throwing
himself back into one of the armchairs,
"it's certainly great
to have this place
to every night.
vapour cloak, fellow
She iflnched Mr. Shieary good and
vapour, if you please."
"Speaking for myself, I don't think
ghost with a
much of it,"
Mr. Geepy," snapped Mr. Shivery,
at all, I
becomes you. What about those awful socks you bought only a
suppose? Ghosts in
few weeks ago. They weren't loud
houses shouldn't throw stones!"
"Now," whispered one of the South Wind Fairies mischievously, "is the time to give them a litde fright. After me. Fairies!" And darting out she pinched Mr. Shivery good and hard on the
back of his ghosdy neck.
"Yow-w-w-w!" shrieked Mi.
Shivery, clutching at his neck,
like that? If this is
another of your jokes, Mr. Creepy, I
can't say I think
"I didn't pinch you Mr. Shivery," cried Mr. Creepy angrily, "you
must be imagining things!"
"I never imagine things," replied Mr. Shivery, bad temperedly,
"and someone did pinch
me on the back of the neck.
He sat down, but barely had he pulled
new vapour doak aroimd him, when the mischievous South Wind Fairies crept up and pulled it away again.
Mr. Creepy," roared Mr.
now "you may be
vapour doak becomes
no reason why you should
never went near your siUy old doak.
DOU't be SUCh a
to be the ghostliest
whole world! Why,
Mr. Jumpy, coming forward, "if somebody pinched Mr. Shivery's neck and pulled his doak off him, and we didn't do it, then it stands to reason there is someone else in the
for goodness sake!" begged
The question is ^who is it?" The ghosts all stopped and looked nervously around them, and just that instant, the South Wind Fairies darting out from their hiding
place attacked the shivering ghosts.
those interfering South
yourselves invisible, fellow ghosts, and they won't
know where to blow. Don't let them force you out of this lovely house!"
draping their vapour cloaks about them the ghosts started to
all directions, until
dodge about in
out had to give
the poor South Wind, almost
"Never mind. South Wind,"
said the fairies consolingly,
and they won't escape
And creeping up to where the ghosts had been sitting they sprinkled
the delicious flower perfume about in every direction.
"Heigh ho!" yawned Mr. Shivery appearing
stay long after, the fools.
I feel very tired after all that exercise,
have forty winks before
time to go."
himself out on the sofa he was soon fast asleep, while the remainder of
yawning, immediately did the same.
flower perfiime had lulled
safely to sleep.
"Hurrah!" cried the South Wind Fairies to the
where they were hiding,
brown mouse, "now, little brown mouse
those naughty old ghosts wiU sleep until daybreak, and once the
elves see a ghost at daybreak,
he can remain a ghost no longer, but
must go back
to ghost land
this lovely old
house will be once more
Are you not happy,
when the dawn dves looked in and saw them asleep in the room, they woke them up by tickling their eyes with splinters of light, and when the ghosts raised their heads and realized
for the ghosts,
what had happened they were so overcome with shame that they
covered up their heads with their vapour cloaks and fled forever from
the beautiful old house in Primrose Valley.
more, was just
brown mouse, with plenty of cheese in the larder once about as happy as any little brown mouse could
VMIq hrmon mouto
nice, red apples.
Tommie saw some
Hanging on an apple
tree stood in
high as high coiild be.
thought, "If there were
Passing by this
guess I'd like an apple.
And blow one down from
But of course, there are no
Only in So
cannot have an apple.
bright and red they look!"
But the West Wind
"Oh what an
does not believe in
But of course
he's not to blame.
Maybe we can
That, by blowing
Fairy wishes can
So the kind West
Teased the apple
toppling to the ground.
strange," thought litde
the apple came atumbling
with a swish."
"Yes," the West
That there axe such things
In the wind and trees and skies." *
"Just because you cannot see them.
not think they are not there.
you stand there
round you everywhere!"
gazed in great amazement,
While the West Wind
his hair into his eyes.
Tommie gaxtd to graat amatement.
that night our litde
the dunce on his
way to school again," whispered South Wind Fairies compassionhe
cryiog as usual be-
cause he has forgotten his lessons already.
could help him," said
not his fault
he forgets his
^ ** ^^i^^ — ^^in^^^^
some way," South Wind, ruffling
the petals of a rose. "I wonder would
doctor be able to
wroug with him?"
dear South Wind!" cried the
"what a marvellous
Wind Fairies delightedly, to the Wind Cavern Hospital
and find out."
I at his door,
"Well South Wind Fairies," said the Wind doctor rather snappily
wrong with you now? Not more
no, doctor," piped the South
Fairies, "there is
at all the matter with us,
"Just as well," muttered the
temper, "I have
here at the
who was in a very bad moment with those silly
sun measles. What did you want to see
The West Wind
The South Wind
Danny Dunce," South Wind Fairies. "He is
Blowem, but whatever
head he caimot remember
even after he has learned them very
Would you oblige us by down to the school and having
a look at his brain?"
"Watt, DoctorP" clamoured the South
dignantly, "haven't those boys
doctors of their
them without coimng
are half as
a look at his brain indeed?"
"But none of those earth doctors
want you to have a look
Doctor Blowem," replied the South Wind Fairies
slyly, '*that is
gnmibled the Wind doctor, trying to pretend he
was not a
by these compliments, "wait
until I get
in the schoolroom, the poor dimce
was standing in the
comer as usual, but, as the window stood open, the Wind doctor had no trouble in sUpping up to him and having a good look into his brain.
"Well, doctor?" clamoured the South
he flew out
through the window again, "what
thing you can cure?"
his brain? Is
yes," repUed the
doctor importantly, "it
a dear case
of cobwebs on the brain. All he wants
a few fresh air and wind in-
be brighter than any of the boys.
has a very
good brain indeed; but
cannot work while the cobwebs are clogging
Now South Wind Fairies, you are members of the Sky Red Cross,
me time by giving him the injections yourselves. Watch
so you can save
him coming out of school and follow him
he goes down the
this is great!" cried the
South Wind Fairies delightedly,
"cobwebs on the htsml why, we have cured hundreds of cases of
hiding behind some beeches growing near the roadside,
they waited for the boys to
come out of school.
Nobody came out with the poor dunce because nobody wanted him, and he set off sadly down the hill on his own. The South Wind Fairies immediately followed on his heels, and flying aroimd his head gave him a whole lot of wind and fresh air injections
through his nose, eyes and ears. "Dear me," thought the poor dunce, "that Wind
head clearing as
until I learn
and prove to
teacher that I
not really such a dimce as he thinks!"
did, for the
doctor was right, and the wind injections
completely blew the stuffy old cobwebs out of his brain, and next day
at school, the
dunce not only knew
but actually rose to
the top of his class!
The land South Wind Fairies were delighted, and that evening, down amongst the roses in the valley they gaily began to sing:
Because all the cobwebs are gone from
of wind, air
his class, if you
a rose," the south wind said,
Who lives all day mid smoke Way down in Muddy Lane.
sees the trees in spring.
In feet she never sees a thing Save grime, and slush and mud.
Where she can
think such flowers exist at
So catching up the
pausing on Jane's window
on the pane.
And Jane looked out and saw And wondered mightily.
That anything so
look!" she cried, "its petals red
Are streaked with
I really do thank you!
flower so fair blooms in this world.
That passing angels
And threw me down
"SL Sad 9&'md 3^airies
id am QJanla
Rupert Robin breath-
down in Muddy Lane. Poor Santa Qaus was going into one of the chimneys, when suddenly those wicked East Wind Fairies crept up and blew all the soot down on top of him. He is stuck in the chimney now and cannot
move. Charlie Cricket, from the hearth,
The wicked East Wind Fairiea crept up and blew alt the toot down on
to fly over here
and ask your
Santa Claus does not get
his toys out to-night, just thiok
the poor children
be disappointed to-morrow morning!"
"Dear, oh dear!" cried the North
Fairies moumfiilly, Fairies at
do with those naughty East Wind
week they shaved oflf poor Santa's beard while he lay asleep, and now they have managed to jam him in a chimney, and on Christmas
eve too! Terrible!"
Rupert Robin for being so kind as to bring the
message, they flew back over the houses in Winter Lane, until they
where Santa's beautiful
was drawn up on one of
the roof-tops in
sparrow army, imder the
had nobly turned out in order to help Santa, but although
the chimney and tried to peck away the soot that held
him, they were not strong enough to move
and only served to make
Fairies," said the captain, saluting smartly,
"I'm very gjad
My men haven't been trained for this
but perhaps you can do something."
Flying over the North
peeped down into the chimney,
where Santa Qaus, in an exceedingly bad temper, was shouting for help.
"Hey, you good-for-nothing pack of fods, up there!" he roared angrily,
don't you do something iostead of just flying around
twittering like a pack of Jackdaws.
Get the sky
police, get the sky
get the sky parliament, get anything only get
out of here!"
Jackdaw, Mr. Santa Glaus?" demanded
one of the sparrows
better keep your
mouth shut or
will refuse to help
wasn't full of soot," roared Santa Glaus, "I'd soon
—^you conceited magpie. AU you're good
making a noise
a crow! Oh-h-h-h!
am after swallowing
another ton of soot! Oh-h-h-h!"
then Gorporal Sparrow," cried the Gaptain sharply, **you
must not be rude
to Santa Glaus.
a very important
parliament wouldn't like
Magpies and Grows and Jackdaws,"
very insulting to the army."
Bidding him hold his tongue, the sparrow captain marshalled his
away from the
bending over, the leader of the North
Fairies called out,
"Hello there, Santa Glaus, can you hear me?"
"No," snapped Santa Glaus, "I
North Wbid crept gUmtty up to tht ««pi-c-..
deaf because 1 *.u both
ears are full of
soot If that
for goodness sake
in an awful state. O-h-h-h-h!"
there are any
open in the house,"
thoughtfully, "if so I could per"capi«i»
haps manage to squeeze in and blow
«.„5 he .«»
Qaus back up
the chimney again.
**"" '"""• •"""'
What do you
Sparrow?" "I think
the captain admiringly.
winds manage to
think of the things I don't know."
The North Wind
Fairies immediately flew
round to the front
of the house and examined each of the windows carefully,
one of them standing
almost wide open.
North Wind crept
to the fireplace
hard as he possibly could up the chimney,
great rattle of soot, and in a very bad temper indeed Santa shot back
up through the chimney
ha!" tittered some of the younger sparrows, "he looks exactly
like a nigger."
"Who's a nigger?" roared Santa Qaus, faring at them. "Keep your insulting remarks to yourselves, if you please, sir sparrows. Who
wouldn't be a nigger I'd like to know, after spendiog nearly an hour ia
a filthy chinmey.
goodness gracious, what
I to do. I
pushed aH that soot down on
"The East Wind
of course," replied the North
Fairies angrily. "Captain
Sparrow says he saw them
started shrieking for help."
shrieked for help?" retorted Santa
snappily, "I only
cried out in a gentle sort of voice."
Corporal Sparrow to his companions, "in a
gentle sort of voice indeed!
Why, we heard him
over in the ehn tree
—a good mile away!"
have the law on the East
Fairies for this!" roared Santa
have them persecuted, prosecuted and executed!
have them put in die wind cavern
have them transported
to think of
"Yes, yes," broke in the North
thing to do
can see to
punishment of the East Wind Fairies afterwards."
"What about some of us
Claus from head to foot in
of snow," suggested one of the
"we could cover Santa and then no one would ever dream he
was so dirty underneath.
would be the quickest way."
"What!" roared Santa Claus, "go about for hours with
look like a nigger," he added, glaring
in the direction of the grinning sparrows, "but
going to be one!"
"Come, come, now, Santa Claus,"
"you have your duty
you know. Your duty now
your toys out before to-morrow morning. Fairies, will you please
douds and rdease
will wait here."
Fairies obediently flew off
and Santa Claus
stood sulkily waiting while the
until at last
pure snowflakes poured
he looked spodessly clean once more.
"Old Sam Snowman
in farmer Joe's garden, won't
'^iT^' ^^ o Nmt.Uf'J^^
"I hope so," muttered Santa Glaus, getting into his
the soot will wash
don't want to look like a
black nigger for the rest of
soared gracefully away over the snowy rooftops and raising his
twig bayonet, the sparrow captain cried:
"Fall in, soldiers!
the right about turn!
saluting smartly, the sparrow
"Dear me!" muttered Dame Fussy on Christmas morning, "what
a lot of soot
the chimney last night! It must have been the
to be sure!"
down. I thought
blowing hard round about
me! What an awful mess
And grumbling crossly, she went away to fetch her dustpan, wicked East Wind Fairies, listening outside, immediately
At least we've done Dame Fussy harm.
And caused old Santa great alarm He looked so droll from head to foot.
snow and a beard of
But nobody cared about the East
Fairies just then, for
mas morning and everywhere the
were ringing a joyous message across
Fairies caught at the Lepracaun's hat
And he cried: "Arrah now,
'Tis tormented ye have
away out of that!
Can't ye go somewhere else an' just leave
Last night shure ye stole
nice silver last.
But ye'd better return
grandfather's own, and ochone! if he knew.
murder the whole pack of you!
that last I
For they help
me to make up my sweet Mountain Dew,
neglect such important
Would ye have me
minute they're waitin' below in the Glen.
ask ye, be off wid yourselves.
An' take wid ye too those tormentin' wind
If ye don't
give ye a scare.
An' then, be
song, ye had better beware!"
to post for
the letter I have
written to your daddie that I want you
me. Be sure to hold
Little Pattie took the letter,
They danced round the letter.
through the gate, and down the road to
the post box at the comer.
Those wicked East Wind
and with a
shriek of delight, cried out: "Hurrah!
work some more mischief
morning. Let us grab the
Pattie before she can post
off over the tree
tops, so that her daddie will never get it!"
across the road they grabbed the envelope
Uttle Pattie's haiid,
into the air.
tree, "this will
"Dear me," thought Rupert Robin from a nearby
never do. Litde Pattie gives
I just hate to see her being Fairies
thing every morning, and
would help her."
flew off to the valley, where the North
the dead leaves into piles by the roadside.
listened to his story with great attention,
and immediately flew back
with him to the road where poor litde Pattie stood crying
cause she had lost her daddie's Meanwhile the wicked East
the top of a tree, where
had blown the
stuck on a twig, while they danced aroimd
you cannot hope
Pat's daddie far away.
But on the
"To the rescue, fairies!"
cried the kind
North Wind, darting forward,
to the nearby river. One, two, three
The wicked East Wind Fairies gave a shriek of fury as they saw the North Wind Fairies approaching, and seizing up the letter they tried to dart away with it behind the clouds. But the North Wind Fairies,
scooping up a lot of dust from the roadside, threw
into their faces,
and almost blinded, they dropped the envelope and and choking
as they went.
Immediately the kind North
at her feet.
a Uttle cry
of joy she picked
up, and running
the road, dropped
the letter box.
The North Wind Fairies
and Rupert Robin,
perching himself perkily on a
twig, began to cheerily chirp:
She piclced U up
Once more we've given those East Wind
A couple of really terrible frights.
Now dear httle Pattie will give me some crumbs.
she does give
Chirp Chirpery, chirpery, chirp.
The daintu Wind
to the seaside
on the warm, sunny beach
that the dainty
Do you know
Are around you, almost within
Because in the holiday season.
the wee simshine elves.
Sprinkle oceans and oceans of sunshine.
Which they wouldn't
And And WiU
then they collect
of foam flakes
them over the
So that each
look pretty as pretty can be.
go to the seaside.
Just listen, and then, sweet and low.
will hear a south
"Hello, Uttie children! HeUo!
^EAS. me," said Christy Crab,
stopping on his
way over the
Chrttly Crab benran to icrawt a mcsaogc
rocks on Sandy Beach, "there are those
ready to load their boats while everyone else
poor Policeman Paddy will get into trouble again for not catching
them. Oh, deary dear!
slow fellow at best, and
wish I could help him! But I
am a someone much cleverer than me
to catch those wicked smugglers.
At that moment the Moon Man appeared from behind a cloud curtain,
and beamed down on Christy Crab in a very friendly way. For they
knew each other well by sight, you
"Ah!" muttered Christy
excitedly, "there is
old pal, the
The Moon. Now
he could help me. Maybe
if I write
message in the sand with
will read it
and think of some
to catch the smugglers so that poor Policeman Pat will not get into
trouble any more. I had better hurry though; the
lazy to-night, I notice."
crawling off the rocks in a great bustle, Christy Crab began to
scrawl a message in the soft sand with his very sharp daws. Very soon,
Moon Man, who was
watching him, saw this mysterious message
lamps shine on the
The smugglers are going to smuggle some more; And Policeman Pat will have worked in vain. If we let them escape to the sea again.
Christopher Augustus Charles Crab.
"H'm," murmered the Moon Man, as he read the message, "those smugglers again. I know PoUceman Pat, too. A very nice young fellow. I often keep him company at night when he is on duty along the lonely Coast road. And it seems Christy Crab wants me to help him. Now let
me see He frowned,
then quite suddenly his frown disappeared and he
smiled so brightly that one of the smugglers cried out in alarm: "Hurry
up there, men. If the moon comes out we are ruined. Everyone what we are doing. Heave Ho! there. Heave Ho!"
paid no attention to them.
star to the
writing an S.O.S.
on a shooting
who were resting in the clouds up
over the harbour wall.
"Goodness me," cried the West Wind ten minutes
comes an S.O.S. from Mortimus Moon. What can be wrong with him
read the message
"We must help him, of course," cried
"You fly up to the Moon Man and tell him to start shining for all he is worth, and then I will go down to
the harbour and blow and blow and
the sea that will force those
moon comes out we are mined"
wicked smugglers to return to land again. Then, while they are sneaking back to their cave, some of you can
out to the storm bell tied to the
buoy and ring
so loudly that the whole
nmning down just in time to see Policeman Pat capturing smugglers. Now, isn't that a grand idea, fairies?"
The West Wind
off to see the
were deUghted, and while some of them flew
Moon Man, the remainder hurried down to the cove where the huge storm bell lay at rest on the quiet water. Then the West Wind
himself, pushing out his chest importantly, flew off
to the water
and commenced to blow upon the
sea, imtil at last it
was heaving and
churning about in a simply frightful way.
cried the smugglers in dismay, "this
must be one of
summer storms people aroimd here talk so much about. Oh, dearie me, what are we to do! If we return to shore that interfering old Policeman Pat will surely catch us; and if we continue out to sea in this wind we will certainly be drowned. And now the moon is shining, too.
Everything seems to be agaiost us to-night!"
tried to steady the boat, but the
West Wind gave them no
chance, and before long the wicked smuggler captain decided to put
back to the shore, even though
meant being caught by Policeman Pat. of the West Wind Fairies, who were watching
them, commenced to push the huge storm
and again from
until at last
the whole town was awakened, and jvimping up
their beds, the people dressed themselves in a
hurry and crowded
to the harbour wall in order to see
the excitement was about.
Meanwhile, up on the lonely Coast road. Policeman Pat heard all the commotion, and came running
cove, where the wicked smugglers were
trying to sneak back
blew loudly on his whistle, and immedHa bleu
lately the coastguard
boats> with the big searchlights fixed to the prow,
quickly up, just in time to see
came chug-chugging Policeman Pat fastening handcuff on
the leader of the smugglers.
the town's people joyfully, "our brave Policeman
Pat has caught those wicked smugglers at
Now we need
them any more at night. Hurrah! Hurrah!" And the Lord Mayor, very important in his fine robes, pinned a medal on Policeman Pat because he had been so brave, while the crowd
cheered themselves almost hoarse.
And now any
up and down on the
lonely Coast road,
you wiU be
certain to see the
him, almost as
he were saying:
My fine fellow!
wonder what would you say
caught the smugglers for you, after
dad's a sailor.
the deep, blue sea.
oh! I hope
Will keep him safe for me.
I like to think they're
stately ships pass by.
the ships could fly
in the winter evenings
stormy winds bewail,
although there's hundreds
ships to be had.
thing that really matters
I've only got one
"He tetl flat en
was dancing under the Hawthorn
side of Buttercup Hill.
"Hurrah!" he cried
he leaped about in his
shoes, "to-night meself an' Willie Will O'
have the best of sport, begob. Between us
The Wisp is goin' we are goin' to lead
the travellers astray on the bog. Oh-h-h! Won't
be great fan!
his tasselled cap in the air
he commenced to
Willie Will O'
The Wisp and me,
Down in the lonely bog will be.
the travellers out of their way.
An' leave them aroaming until break of day.
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
moment, from over the wall of the old ivied house nearby, a huge stone came sailing, and hit the Lepracaun right in the back just as he was finishing his song. He fell flat on the ground, and lay there
staring at the
split in two.
Moon Man who was
laughing so heartily his face almost
"Hee hee," tittered the litde breeze elves as they danced about, "Liam Lepracaun doesn't look so cheeky now, lying stretched on his back, and it's about time somebody put him in his pkce, too." Feeling very angry the Lepracaun jumped to his feet, and looked up
at the wall
of the old house, but just as he did so another stone,
from behind him,
him smartiy on the
to his heels
fled for all
worth off over the top of Buttercup
he ran, he could
this didn't save
at his heels
as if trying to trip
he gasped dodging about, "if you are having a
game with me please come out where I can see you. Please!" But he knew in his heart it wasn't the Wind Fairies, they never threw stones at anyone. They were not strong enough to lift them from off
you, Liam?" asked his friend, Willie Will O'
in surprise, as the Lepracaim
came racing up
in the Bog,
look fair scared out of your wits."
am, Willie," replied Liam in a whisper, "so
am, begob. An'
not easy to frighten a Lepracaun, either."
"An' what frightened ye, Liam?" enquired WilUe Will O' The Wisp,
almost fliddng himself out in his excitement.
"It's the old
house on the side of Buttercup Hill," replied the
Lepracaim panting. "Someone threw stones
at once, Willie,
and then pinched
cap, that I got
me great gr^uidfather. Ochone, ochone and ochone! 'Tis disgraced I am this minute, Willie. If the other Lepracauns get to hear about this, I am ruined, an' that's a fact." "Why don't you ask the North Wind Fairies to help you?" suggested
in the valley now, sprinkling snowflakes
"What!" cried Liam Lepracaun.
be reduced to asking
those interfering North
help me. Bedad, an' this
a sad state of
you're right, at that. If they can't
help me, no one can."
with a wave of his hand, the
Primrose Valley, where the North
were busily working.
was the North Wind himself however, who saw him approaching
he said snappily. "And what may you be
wanting around here, Liam Lepracaun?"
"Yerrah, hold yer tongue, will you," retorted the Lepracaun saudly,
as long as this
me Mr. Windy," roared the North Wind, almost dancing with fury, "my name is William, Walter, Wilfred, Wenceslas, Worthing"Don't
ton Wind, and I'd have you remember
"What!" repUed Liam, throwing up
his tioy hands,
names? Begob, Mr. Windy,
need a memory
as long as the
Black Witch's broom handle for that. But
annoys you sure
up. Will that plaze you, your Windiness?"
a grab at him, but the Lepracaun dodged
The North Wind made
just in time, calling out as
"Oh all right, all right, Mr. High and Mighty William Walter Wilfred
Wenceslas Worthington Wind. But I'd rather you had that name than
me, begob. Can
I spake to
a moment, plaze?"
"What do you want with my
enquired the North
"Ah, now, Mr. Windiness, sir, ye misjudge me sadly," replied Liam, shaking his head, "but if ye want to know, the old house on the side of
haunted. Someone threw stones at
know our own
never throw ston«."
must be those wicked
Pixie Sprites," said the
frowning, "they are the wickedest of all wicked fairies. But here come my
The North Wind Fairies were very sorry to bear the Lepracaxm's story. They liked the old house on the side of Buttercup Hill and did not want people down in the valley to start believing it was haunted.
be hard for us
them," explained the North
Fairies to the Lepracaun, "those Pixie Sprites can
even to us."
flicking his feet
about so that his jewelled
shoes twinkled, "but even if they can't be seen, they can
shouldn't ye freeze
them out by dropping
of snow and frost
over Buttercup Hill?"
grand idea, Liam!" exclaimed the North
They all hurried up to where the old house stood on the side of Buttercup
Hill, and, whistling for the Frost Elves to bring their silver paint-
Fairies started to release lots
from the clouds
over the garden, house and
wovild not melt
Frost Elves painted
over with silver frost so that
whispered the wicked Pixie Sprites, crouching with
chattering teeth in a
comer of the garden,
"this is terrible, so
had better look
home. By the look of
weeks and weeks.
Let us be on our
by one, the naughty Pixie
over the hillside, leaving the North
hands joyfully in the old garden. For now, the ivy covered house
would be haimted no more.
An' thank ye
Mr. Wonderful Windy Windigo to the Wind
ness, the next time ye
hand, the mischievous litde Lepracaun darted
side, singing perkily as
And waving his away ov^ the hill-
Mr. Windy Windiness Wind
one of them windy boys.
Who love to
and roar and bawl.
a ferocious noise.
loves to kick
a terrible shindy.
Does our Mr. WiUiam Windiness Windy!
ungrateful litde brat!" roared the North
Windiness Windy, indeed!"
And even the North Wind
had to laugh
Hear him so busily tapping.
Shoes gay and light as a feather.
Silver the nails.
Golden the thread.
Cloud vapour instead of *
Laces of sunshine to
White, pink and blue,
on earth means
Watch when the moonlight
Tidy and neat
Happy and gay. the Wind Fairy shoemaker.
Over the meadows Over the rooftops
Creeping through tree top and bough.
and sweetly acreeping.
On by the light of the moon. To where the children are sleeping.
the early sunbeam,
Joy will awake with the dawning.
No, children, not quite the endl The Wind Fairie* wlU be back
again next year
. . .