The Fairy Box

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      "T wish I had a magic bracelet like Rosamond's, that would prick me when I was going to do wrong," said little May, as she put down the story she had been reading.

      There was no one else in the room, but she heard a sweet voice sing these words close to her ear:--

      "Now hark, little May,

      If you want to do right,

      Under your pillow

      Just look every night.

      If you have been good

      All through the day,

      A gift you will find,

      Useful or gay;

      But if you have been

      Cross, selfish, or wild,

      A bad thing will come

      For the naughty child.

      So try, little dear,

      And soon you will see

      How easy and sweet

      To grow good it will be."

      May was very much surprised at this, and looked everywhere to see who spoke, but could find no one.

      "I guess I dreamed it; but my eyes are wide open, and I can't make up poetry, asleep or awake."

      As she said that, some one laughed; and the same voice sang again,--

      "Ha, ha! you can't see,

      Although I am here;

      But listen to what

      I say in your ear.

      Tell no one of this,

      Because, if you do,

      My fun will be spoilt,

      And so will yours too.

      But if you are good,

      And patient, and gay,

      A real fairy will come

      To see little May."

      "Oh, how splendid that will be! I 'll try hard, and be as good as an angel if I can only get one peep at a live fairy. I always said, there were such people, and now I shall know how they look," cried the little girl, so pleased that she danced all about the room, clapping her hands.

      Something bright darted out of the window from among the flowers that stood there, and no more songs were heard; so May knew that the elf had gone.

      "I 've got a fine secret all to myself, and I 'll keep it carefully. I wonder what present will come to-night," she said, thinking this a very interesting play.

      She was very good all day, and made no fuss about going to bed, though usually she fretted, and wanted to play, and called for water, and plagued poor Nursey in many ways. She got safely into her little nest, and then was in such a hurry to see what was under her pillow that she forgot, and called out crossly,--

      "Do hurry and go away. Don't wait to hang up my clothes, you slow old thing! Go, go!"

      That hurt Nurse's feelings, and she went away without her good-night kiss. But May did n't care, and felt under her pillow the minute the door was shut. A lamp was always left burning; so she could see the little gold box she drew out.

      "How pretty! I hope there is some candy in it," she said, opening it very carefully.

      Oh, dear! what do you think happened? A wasp flew out and stung her lips; then both wasp and box vanished, and May was left to cry alone, with a sharp pain in the lips that said the unkind words.

      "What a dreadful present! I don't like that spiteful fairy who sends such horrid things," she sobbed.

      Then she lay still and thought about it; for she dared not call any one, because nobody must guess the secret. She knew in her own little heart that the cross words hurt Nursey as the sting did her lips, and she felt sorry. At once the smart got better, and by the time she had resolved to ask the good old woman to forgive her, it was all gone.

      Next morning she kissed Nursey and begged pardon, and tried hard to be good till tea-time; then she ran to see what nice things they were going to have to eat, though she had often been told not to go into the dining-room. No one was there; and on the table stood a dish of delicious little cakes, all white like snowballs.

      "I must have just a taste, and I 'll tell mamma afterward," she said; and before she knew it one little cake was eaten all up.

      "Nobody will miss it, and I can have another at tea. Now, a lump of sugar and a sip of cream before mamma comes, I so like to pick round."

      Having done one wrong thing, May felt like going on; so she nibbled and meddled with all sorts of forbidden things till she heard a step, then she ran away; and by and by, when the bell rang, came in with the rest as prim and proper as if she did not know how to play pranks. No one missed the cake, and her mother gave her another, saying,--

      "There, dear, is a nice plummy one for my good child."

      May turned red, and wanted to tell what she had done, but was ashamed because there was company; and people thought she blushed like a modest little girl at being praised.

      But when she went to bed she was almost afraid to look under the pillow, knowing that she had done wrong. At last she slowly drew out the box, and slowly opened it, expecting something to fly at her. All she saw was a tiny black bag, that began at once to grow larger, till it was big enough