Alice Hale Burnett, A Day at the County Fair
“ Uncle Billy had headed the car toward the west and it sped down the country road, leaving the town of Merryvale far behind. Past fields and farms they flew, through woodlands and over little bridges under which ran tiny, bubbling brooks."It's like being in fairyland," whispered Mary. "Look, the leaves have made a gold and crimson carpet." "Don't you just love to fly through the air this way?" cried Jerry. "Yes, and at night the fairies dance in the moonlight," answered Beth, "and drink honey from the blue bells. Wouldn't that soft mossy bank make a lovely throne for the queen?" ”
