[Illustration: Maisie caught sight of a boy lying face downward upon the
ground.]
She ran to the boy and knelt beside him. Touching him lightly upon the
cheek with a wisp of grass, she said:
"Look up, boy. What is the matter?"
"I've lost my father's pocketbook," sobbed the boy. "I drove ten sheep
to market and the man paid me for them. But I dare not go home because
I've lost the money."
"Do you believe in fairies?" asked Maisie.
"What good are fairies?" replied the boy.
"Maybe they would bring you good luck," said Maisie.
"I don't believe it," said the boy.
"Suppose you try them. Close your eyes."
The boy closed his eyes.
"Now repeat after me:
"Bright eyes, light eyes! Fairies of the dell,
Come and listen while my woes I tell."
The boy did as he was told.
"Now open your eyes," ordered Maisie.
The boy opened his eyes and within six inches of his hand lay the
pocketbook. Eagerly he took it and opened it.
"Is the money all there?" asked Maisie.
"Every cent!" cried the boy with joy.
"You had better believe in good fairies," said Maisie, as she ran away
laughing.
"Ah, you are the good fairy!" called the boy after her. "Many, many
thanks for your kindness."
THE LITTLE PIONEER'S RIDE.
BY ANNA E. TREAT.
"Whoa, Buck! Whoa, Bright!" called out Stephen Harris, pioneer, and the
glossy red oxen halted in the forest opening. "This shall be our dinner
camp to-day, boys," said he. "See what a fine spot.
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