Produced by David Edwards, Josephine Paolucci and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net. (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive.) FAIRY PRINCE AND OTHER STORIES BY THE SAME AUTHOR OLD-DAD PEACE ON EARTH, GOOD-WILL TO DOGS RAINY WEEK E. P. DUTTON & COMPANY FAIRY PRINCE AND OTHER STORIES BY ELEANOR HALLOWELL ABBOTT AUTHOR OF "MOLLY MAKE-BELIEVE," "RAINY WEEK," ETC. NEW YORK E. P. DUTTON & COMPANY 681 FIFTH AVENUE Copyright, 1922, By E. P. Dutton & Company _All Rights Reserved_ PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA CONTENTS PAGE FAIRY PRINCE 1 THE GAME OF THE BE-WITCHMENTS 59 THE BLINDED LADY 111 THE GIFT OF THE PROBABLE PLACES 155 THE BOOK OF THE FUNNY SMELLS--AND EVERYTHING 195 THE LITTLE DOG WHO COULDN'T SLEEP 245 FAIRY PRINCE In my father's house were many fancies. Always, for instance, on every Thanksgiving Day it was the custom in our family to _bud_ the Christmas tree. Young Derry Willard came from Cuba. His father and our father had been chums together at college. None of us had ever seen him before. We were very much excited to have a strange young man invited for Thanksgiving dinner. My sister Rosalee was seventeen. My brother Carol was eleven. I myself was only nine, but with very tall legs. Young Derry Willard was certainly excited when he saw the Christmas tree. Excited enough, I mean, to shift his eyes for at least three minutes from my sister Rosalee's face. Lovely as my sister Rosalee was, it had never yet occurred to any of us, I think, until just that moment that she was old enough to have perfectly strange young men stare at her so hard. It made my father rather nervous. He cut his hand on the carving-knife. Nothing ever made my mother nervous. Except for father cutting his hand it seemed to be a very nourishing dinner. The tomato soup was pink with cream. The roast turkey didn't look a single sad bit like any one you'd seen before. There was plenty of hard-boiled egg with the spinach. The baked potatoes were frosted with red pepper. There was mince pie. There was apple pie. There was pumpkin pie. There were nuts and raisins. There were gay gold-paper bonbons. And everywhere all through the house the funny blunt smell of black coffee.