Ho, sometimes you hear the bells

That the dancing Fairies wear!

Oft at night their music swells

Far and faintly on the air,

And sometimes the breezes bear

Calls blown on a Fairy-horn;

You have heard them, here and there,

In the summer morn.

Here's the secret: You must look

For the path with drowsy eyes:

Twixt the covers of a book

Half the wondrous secret lies.

Then if you are good and wise,

In a twinkling there you are—

Past the ending of the skies,

Fairy-land afar.

"The Banjo knows more about the Fairies than any one," said the Private Secretary. "It can tell you how they employ themselves all these long summer days." And thereupon the Banjo began:

61WHAT THE FAIRIES DO

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Oh, do not think the Fairies can be idle all the while,

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