There were times when Sprite was homesick, but those were the rare
occasions when she chanced to be alone. Just now she was very happy.
The weather was mild. All snow had vanished beneath the warm rays of
the sun, and she ran out to know if it were really as warm as it looked.
The tall evergreen trees and hedges shone dark against the sky, and
Sprite stood looking at them. She had taken part in a little play on
the week before, and some of the lines now flitted through her mind,
and she lifted her pretty arms in graceful gesture. With the dark trees
and low shrubbery behind her, she recited the lines with appropriate
gesture, and telling effect.
Six small girls had taken part in the little play, and each had been
chosen by Miss Kenyon, because of her talent for speaking. Sprite,
with her long, golden hair, and her slender figure, had been cast for
the fairy queen, whose delight it was to grant the wishes of all good
children.
Now she stepped out into an open space, the beautiful garden making
a lovely background for her figure.
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