The Story of My Life: With her letters (1887-1901) and a supplementary account of her education, including passages from the reports and letters of her teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, by John Albert MacyKeller, Helen
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The Story of My Life: With her letters (1887-1901) and a supplementary account of her education, including passages from the reports and letters of her teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, by John Albert Macy
Keller, Helen
Deafblind women -- United States -- Biography; Keller, Helen, 1880-1968
The fairies promised obedience and soon started on their journey,
dragging the great glass jars and vases along, as well as they could,
and now and then grumbling a little at having such hard work to do, for
they were idle fairies, and liked play better than work. At last they
reached a great forest, and, being quite tired, they decided to rest
awhile and look for nuts before going any further. But lest the treasure
should be stolen from them, they hid the jars among the thick leaves
of the forest trees, placing some high up near the top, and others in
different parts of the various trees, until they thought no one could
find them.
Then they began to wander about and hunt for nuts, and climb the trees
to shake them down, and worked much harder for their own pleasure than
they had done for their master's bidding, for it is a strange truth that
fairies and children never complain of the toil and trouble they take in
search of amusement, although they often grumble when asked to work for
the good of others.
The frost fairies were so busy and so merry over their nutting frolic
that they soon forgot their errand and their king's command to go
quickly; but, as they played and loitered in the forest until noon, they
found the reason why they were told to hasten; for although they had, as
they thought, hidden the treasure so carefully, they had not secured it
from the power of Mr. Sun, who was an enemy of Jack Frost, and delighted
to undo his work and weaken him whenever he could.
His bright eyes found out the jars of treasure among the trees, and as
the idle fairies left them there until noon, at which time Mr. Sun is
the strongest, the delicate glass began to melt and break, and before
long every jar and vase was cracked or broken, and the precious
treasures they contained were melting, too, and dripping slowly in
streams of gold and crimson over the trees and bushes of the forest.
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