“HE SAW SOMETHING VERY DROLL WAS GOING ON.”
“And as he looked, the little black holes turned into bright black eyes; the bits of stems were changed to legs and arms and feet and sprawling little bodies, that rolled and twisted, and skipped and jumped, and twinkled and whirled in endless reels and jigs; in short, he saw a whole village of jolly little fairy folk at their revels.
From the story “Nellie Ogg And Her Goats.”
Prattles For Our Boys and Girls.
Hurst & Co.: New York. 1912.