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sixteen times and it filled right up again, and they ate the candy box
empty seventeen times and it filled right up again, and Dickie and Mamma
and Daddy Dorn gave everybody all the golden pennies they could carry
home and emptied the penny box eighteen times, and whenever they emptied
the golden penny box it filled right up again.

And every one felt very grateful to Dickie Dorn and thanked him for such
a nice time, and Dickie brought Granny out of a corner where she was
eating her eighth dish of ice cream and told everybody that it was
Granny who had really given the party, and he told them how Granny had
helped him to learn crow talk.

So the people never called Granny a witch after that, for they knew she
was very good and kindly.

And Dickie put the three boxes--the candy box, the ice cream box and the
box with the golden pennies--out in front of his house so that whenever
anyone wished candy or ice cream or golden pennies they might walk up
and help themselves.

Dickie Dorn calls it an "All-The-Time Party," for there is always
someone out in front of Dickie Dorn's house eating from the candy and
the ice cream box and filling their pockets with golden pennies.

Some day I hope to see you there.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

THE FAIRY RING

A little old man with a violin tucked under his arm shuffled down the
attic steps and the many flights of stairs until finally he reached the
streets.

As he shuffled down the street, he clutched his coat tightly about his
throat, for the air was chill and he felt the cold.

At the first street corner he stopped and placed his violin to his
shoulder to play, but catching a glance from the policeman across the
street he hastily tucked his violin under his arm and shuffled on.

He walked a great distance before he again stopped.

It was a busy corner where hundreds of people passed every few minutes,
but when he played no one stopped to listen to his music, much less to
drop anything in the tiny tin cup he had placed on the sidewalk before
him.

Tears came to the poor little old man's eyes; everyone was too busy to
stop to hear his music.

So in the evening when he slowly retraced his steps towards his attic
home, his feet were very tired and he shuffled more than he had in the
morning. His back humped and his head drooped more, and the tears nearly
blinded him. He had to stop and rest at each flight of stairs and he
fell to his knees just as h