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born! She thinks it is wonderful that two people should write stories so much

alike; but she still considers her own as original.

I give below a portion of Miss Canby’s story, “The Rose Fairies,”

and also Helen’s letter to Mr. Anagnos containing her “dream,” so that the
likenesses and differences may be studied by those interested in the subject:

THE ROSE FAIRIES

[From”Birdie and his Fairy Friends,” by Margaret T. Canby]

One pleasant morning little Birdie might have been seen sitting quietly on the
grass-plat at the side of his mother’s house, looking very earnestly at the
rosebushes.

It was quite early; great Mr. Sun, who is such an early riser in summer time, had
not been up very long; the birds were just beginning to chirp their “good-
mornings” to each other; and as for the flowers, they were still asleep. But Birdie
was so busy all day, trotting about the house and garden, that he was always
ready for HIS nest at night, before the birds and flowers had thought of seeking

THEIRS; and so it came to pass that when Mr.

Sun raised his head above the green woods and smiled lovingly upon the earth,
Birdie was often the first to see him, and to smile back at him, all the while

rubbing his eyes with his dimpled fists, until between smiling and rubbing, he
was wide awake.