One can not talk every day to a sun
fairy, and the experience can never be repeated. He settled back on the
rock.
"Pardon me, Sun Fairy!" he cried again. "Rope ladders, indeed, to one
who has but to close her eyes and she finds herself on a downy cloud
near the sun. My mortality blinded me!"
"Now you are a nice boy," she approved more contentedly, "and as a
reward you may ask me one question."
"All right," he agreed; and then, with instinctive tact, "What do you
see up there?"
He could hear her clap her hands with delight, and he felt glad that he
had followed his impulse to ask just this question instead of one more
personal and more in line with his curiosity.
"Listen!" she began. "I see pines, many pines, just the tops of them,
and they are all waving in the breeze. Did you ever see trees from on
top? They are quite different. And out from the pines come great round
hills made all of stone. I think they look like skulls. Then there are
breathless descents where the pines fall away. Once in a while a little
white road flashes out."
"Yes," urged Bennington, as the voice paused. "And what else do you
see?"
"I see the prairie, too," she went on half dreamily.
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