Anna Alice Chapin

“ Don't you know, man, that we must believe in fairies? How else do you suppose we face life? Women go into the most hideous conditions every day, and you think it's heroism! It isn't! It's because they carry around them a sort of glamour, and the echo of magic voices in their hearts. Oh, Anthony Garston, women must believe in fairies!”
“But,” protested the man, albeit weakly, “she—June—should not be encouraged—should she?—in believing things that are not true.”
Pippa faced him in frank scorn.
“And what, Anthony Garston,” she demanded, “are the things that are not true? ”

“ The meadow grass was heavy with dew, and the birds were chattering together in every tree at the edge of the field. Whoever thinks that a summer dawning is a time of peace should get up and go out into the wet, warm, sweet, talkative world for an hour—then he would know better.
Some one beside the small girl was abroad that delicious morning of the very first day in June—a woman, tall and graceful, dressed in filmy white, and carrying a rose-red parasol, against the menace of the coming sun. ”

“ That triumph at the heels of June the god,
Leading his revel through our leafy world.—Pippa Passes.
SHE was a very small girl, sitting on a rather nubbly hillock of pasture grass, and surveying the universe from an angle that any one could see was quite unsatisfactory. From where she sat she could get only a glimpse of Wild Water—the one swift stream in the vicinity; her view of Lesbane Heights was obstructed by a grove already half destroyed by a last winter's lumber gang; and the meadow in which she had settled herself was bare both of clover and daisy. ”