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Title: Fairy Prince and Other Stories

Author: Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

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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
th