Hildegarde Hawthorne,
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(1913)
“ And when she spoke, her voice was like the clear ringing of skates on ice, except for a ripple of laughter that ran through it all the time. “I ’m the Christmas fairy,” she said, smiling. “When Santa Claus cannot come, I take his place as well as I can; so I ’ve come to you this year.” “We never heard of you,” said John, gravely, looking at her with the deepest admiration. “What do you do?” “I don’t take things to children, like my big friend and his reindeer; but I take children to things—to other places, and times, and people. ”

