of the Rosary was quite sick. She had taken a dreadful cold in her head,
and the poplar-tree fairy, just over there, told her that sassafras tea
is good for colds. So she made a large acorn-cup full, and then cuddled
herself in where the wood looks so black and soft, and fell asleep. In
the middle of the night, when she was snoring soundly, there was a noise
in the forest, and a dreadful black bull with fiery eyes galloped up. He
saw our poor Rosy Posy, and, opening his big mouth, he was just going to
bite her in two; but at that minute a little fat man, with a wand in his
hand, popped out from behind the stump. It was Santa Claus, of course.
He gave the bull such a rap with his wand that he moo-ed dreadfully, and
then put up his fore-paw, to see if his nose was on or not. He found it
was, but it hurt him so that he 'moo-ed' again, and galloped off as fast
as he could into the woods. Then Santa Claus waked up the fairy, and
told her that if she didn't take better care of Rosy Posy he should put
some other fairy into her place, and set her to keep guard over a
prickly, scratchy, blackberry-bush."

"Is there really any fairy?" asked Dorry, who had listened to this
narrative with open mouth.

"Of course," answered Katy. Then bending down toward Dorry, she added in
a voice intended to be of wonderful sweetness: "I am a fairy, Dorry!"

"Pshaw!" was Dorry's reply; "you're a giraffe--Pa said so!"

The Path of Peace got its name because of its darkness and coolness.
High bushes almost met over it, and trees kept it shady, even in the
middle of the day. A sort of white flower grew there, which the children
called Pollypods, because they didn't know the real name. They staid a
long while picking bunches of these flowers, and then John and Dorry had