Ruby's Reward — page 93: what you’re looking at

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‘You said truly, Mr ‘Rickerdson, this Lic indeed the prettiest little nook I have serer seon—a spot fit for Litarja horself and ur fairy train to keep their revels in,” Ruby said, as, with a little sigh of delight, she leaned back against the trunk of the iva, charmed by the dcauty al the place and the soft music of the water as it rippled ove: the stones ab her fest. “ Do not suggest the possibility of this place being frequented by faixies, Miss Gordon,” Walter returned, laughing, ‘ for some vindictive Oberon might resent our trespass and send his mischicvous slves to bewitch us with some uncany spel.” | Ruky flushed, for the young mav’s words | made ‘her remember fair Hermia’a and | Lyaantier’s wanderings in the wool, and the sly srick which sportive Puck sleyed upon them, ‘‘ Rather,” Walter continued, breaking a long, slerder, feathery fern, twisting it into a eirde, and tying it witha blad> of grass, “let me make you a chaplet, and crown yor! Queen of the (xlen.’ ad He held itout toher as he ceasedspeaking, avhile his eyes kindled at the pretty picture which sho mede, sitting with sueh giace- fol abandon ie her rustic seat. Ruby smile? and bent her head toward , hin to receive jis offering. \ +*T wonder hew it would sce to be really a queen,” she epic. “Walter droppo) the dainty circlet upon her firow, saying, with playful ceremony : “ Bair maid, | awa thee queen of this mourtain glen, and, with this emerald dia- dem, I pray thee aacept a willing subject’s dying allegiance.” Ruby Gordon did wt dream how lovely she looked with the soft rings of her golden hair peeping out from under the delicate green of the dainty wirath encircling her small head. conntdbookss.com