Beth's wonder-winter : $b A storyTaggart, Marion Ames
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Beth's wonder-winter : $b A story
Taggart, Marion Ames
Christmas stories; Girls -- Juvenile fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Juvenile fiction; Ponies -- Juvenile fiction
“You’re all to be Christmas fairies, in costume, Miss Beth,” announced
Frieda in high glee. “Your aunt planned it as a surprise to you
and your cousins, and to make the party more wonderful to the poor
children. Yours is white and gold, as you see; Miss Natalie’s is red
with bits of pink, the way some roses are shaded. And Miss Alys has the
most splendid green, a shade that shows by electric light. Master Dirk
is to wear blue velvet and white, half and half, with cap and bells,
like the pictures you see of the men that made jokes for kings----”
“Jesters,” murmured Beth in a stunned way.
“And--but I mustn’t tell about your uncle and aunt!” Frieda stopped
herself. “Please bend quite low, Miss Beth. I must try not to muss your
hair and gown when I put on the costume.”
Beth bent her head, too overcome to say a word, and Frieda dropped
into place the loose gown, all in one piece, that fell to her feet,
completely covering her own gown. It was a golden silk, overshot with
white; it shimmered at every motion, and it was girdled and trimmed
across the breast with rhinestone chains that were almost as brilliant
as diamonds. A pointed cap of gold, like a big extinguisher, crowned
Beth’s golden head next, and from it floated a veil of the thinnest
gauze, all spangled over with tiny beads that took the light and gave
it back like dewdrops in the sun.
“I have to blink at myself!” cried Beth, swaying and prancing before
the glass. “Did you ever, ever see anything so sweet! And so shiny?
Frieda, how can Aunt Alida do such things, how _can_ she? I’m a fairy,
myself, Beth! I’ve been in fairy-land all this time and now I’m one!
I’ll never get over this, never! I don’t know who I am, but I’m
splendider than Beth was and prettier, and----Oh, dear, oh, dear! Talk
about Merry Christmas!”
There really seemed to be danger of Beth’s going off into a sort of
swoon of joy; her shining marvels so overcame her. But at that instant
Natalie and Alys came hurrying to Beth’s door, calling her excitedly,
and Beth came to life with a shout that would have done credit to Dirk
and a loud: “Come in, come in!”
Natalie and Alys opened the door and stood for an instant within it.
“My goodness me!” gasped Beth. “My goodness gracious!” she added as
Dirk joined them.
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