Here they are now: "TO RUTH "'Little lady, draw thy will With this Golden Robin's quill-- Sun-stained, night-tipped, elfish thing-- Symbol of thy magic wing! "'Give to me thy fairy lands And palaces, on silver sands.
Oh will to me, my heart implores, Their alabaster walls and floors! Their gates that ope on Paradise Or earth, or Eden in a trice.
Give me thy title to the hours That pass in fair Aladdin towers.
But most I'd prize thy heavenly art To win and lead the stony heart.
Give these to me that solemn day Thou'rt done with them, I humbly pray.
"'Little lady, draw thy will With this Golden Robin's quill.'" He bowed to our young guest and kissed her hand and sat down in the midst of our cheering.
I remember well the delightful sadness that came into my heart on the musical voice of the reader.

The lines, simple as they were, opened a new gate in my imagination beyond which I heard often the sound of music and flowing fountains and caught glimpses, now and then, of magic towers and walls of alabaster.

There had been no fairies in Lickitysplit.

Two or three times I had come upon fairy footprints in the books which Mr.
Wright had sent to us, but neither my aunt nor my uncle could explain whence they came or the nature of their errand.
Mr.Hacket allowed me to write down the lines in my little diary of events and expenses, from which I have just copied them.
We sang and spoke pieces until nine o'clock and then we older members of the party fell to with Mrs.Hacket and washed and dried the dishes and put them away.
Next morning my clothes, which had been hung by the kitchen stove, were damp and wrinkled.

Mr.Racket came to my room before I had risen.
"Michael Henry would rather see his clothes hanging on a good boy than on a nail in the closet," said he.