I am going to tell a story, one of those tales of astonishing adventures that happenedyears and years and years ago. Perhaps you wonder why it is that so many stories are toldof once on a time, and so few of these days in which we live; but that is e... Read more

I am going to tell a story, one of those tales of astonishing adventures that happenedyears and years and years ago. Perhaps you wonder why it is that so many stories are toldof once on a time, and so few of these days in which we live; but that is easily explained.In the old days, when the world was young, there were no automobiles nor flyingmachines to make one wonder; nor were there railway trains, nor telephones, normechanical inventions of any sort to keep people keyed up to a high pitch of excitement.Men and women lived simply and quietly. They were Nature's children, and breathed freshair into their lungs instead of smoke and coal gas; and tramped through green meadowsand deep forests instead of riding in street cars; and went to bed when it grew dark androse with the sun--which is vastly different from the present custom. Having no books toread they told their adventures to one another and to their little ones; and the stories werehanded down from generation to generation and reverently believed.Those who peopled the world in the old days, having nothing but their hands to dependon, were to a certain extent helpless, and so the fairies were sorry for them and ministeredto their wants patiently and frankly, often showing themselves to those they befriended.So people knew fairies in those days, my dear, and loved them, together with all the rylsand knooks and pixies and nymphs and other beings that belong to the hordes ofimmortals. And a fairy tale was a thing to be wondered at and spoken of in awed whispers;for no one thought of doubting its truth.To-day the fairies are shy; for so many curious inventions of men have come into usethat the wonders of Fairyland are somewhat tame beside them, and even the boys and girlscan not be so easily interested or surprised as in the old days. So the sweet and gentle littleimmortals perform their tasks unseen and unknown, and live mostly in their own beautifulrealms, where they are almost unthought of by our busy, bustling world.Yet when we come to story-telling the marvels of our own age shrink into insignificancebeside the brave deeds and absorbing experiences of the days when fairies were betterknown; and so we go back to once on a time for the tales that we most love--and thatchildren have ever loved since mankind knew that fairies exist. Less