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Title: Wonderwings and other Fairy Stories

Author: Edith Howes

Illustrator: Alicea Polson

Release Date: January 15, 2007 [EBook #20366]

Language: English

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Wonderwings and other Fairy Stories

by

EDITH HOWES

Author of "The Sun's Babies," "Fairy Rings," "Stewart Island," "Where
the Bell Birds Chime," "Marlborough Sounds," etc.

Illustrated by Alicea Polson

Whitcombe & Tombs Limited Auckland, Christchurch, Dunedin and
Wellington, N.Z. Melbourne and London.

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CONTENTS

Page
Wonderwings 7

The Magic Mirror 17

Fairy Tenderheart 31

[Illustration: "Come then," said Wonderwings. She took the little
fairy's hand and up they rose into the clear air.]

Wonderwings

Poppypink sat up in bed and yawned. "Why is everybody getting up so
early?" she asked. "Is it a holiday?"

The older fairies were dressing themselves and brushing their long fine
hair. "Wonderwings is coming to see us," they said. "Jump up, little
Poppypink."

"Who is Wonderwings?" she asked.

"You will see when you are dressed. Hurry, or you will miss her."

[Illustration: "The older fairies were dressing themselves and combing
their long fine hair."]

"Oh dear! I am so sleepy," said Poppypink, and she yawned again. "I
don't care about Wonderwings." She snuggled down into the bedclothes
again, and went to sleep.

Presently she was awakened by the sound of the sweetest singing she had
ever heard, and a flash of brilliant colour went past her window pane of
crystal set in pearl.

"That must be Wonderwings," she said. "Oh, I must see her. I hope I am
not too late."

She sprang from bed and dressed so hurriedly that I am afraid her hair
did not receive its due amount of brushing. Then she ran out into t