Good Stories for Holidays | Page 5

De Loss Lore,
Jr., The Fast and Thanksgiving Days of New England
THE MASTER OF THE HARVEST: Mrs. Alfred Gatty, Parables from
Nature

SAINT CUTHBERT'S EAGLE: The Venerable Bede, Life and
Miracles of Saint Cuthbert
THE EARS OF WHEAT: The Brothers Grimm, German Household
Tales
HOW INDIAN CORN CAME INTO THE WORLD: Henry R.
Schoolcraft, The Myth of Hiawatha
THE NUTCRACKER DWARF: Count Franz Pocci, Fur Frohliche
Kinder
THE PUMPKIN PIRATES, A TALE FROM LUCIAN: Alfred J.
Church, The Greek Gulliver
THE SPIRIT OF THE CORN: Harriet Mazwell Converse, Myths and
Legends of the New York State Iroquois
THE HORN OF PLENTY: Ovid, Metamorphoses
CHRISTMAS DAY (December 25)
LITTLE PICCOLA: Celia Thazter, Stories and Poems for Children
THE STRANGER CHILD, A LEGEND: Count Franz Pocci, Fur
Frohliche Kinder
SAINT CHRISTOPHER: William Caxton, Golden Legend
THE CHRISTMAS ROSE, AN OLD LEGEND: Lizzie Deas, Flower
Favourites
THE WOODEN SHOES OF LITTLE WOLFF: Francois Coppee
THE PINE TREE: Hans Christian Andersen, Wonder Stories
THE CHRISTMAS CUCKOO: Frances Browne, Granny's Wonderful
Chair
THE CHRISTMAS FAIRY OF STRASBURG, A GERMAN
FOLK-TALE: J. Stirling Coyne, Illustrated London News
THE THREE PURSES, A LEGEND: William S. Walsh, Story of Santa
Klaus
THE THUNDER OAK, A SCANDINAVIAN LEGEND: William S.
Walsh and Others
THE CHRISTMAS THORN OF GLASTONBURY, A LEGEND OF
ANCIENT BRITAIN: William of Malmesbury and Others
THE THREE KINGS OF COLOGNE, A LEGEND OF THE MIDDLE
AGES: John of Hildesheim, Modernized by H. S. Morris
ARBOR DAY
THE LITTLE TREE THAT LONGED FOR OTHER LEAVES:
Friedrieh Ruckert

WHY THE EVERGREEN TREES NEVER LOSE THEIR LEAVES:
Florence Holbrook, Book of Nature Myths
WHY THE ASPEN QUIVERS: Old legend
THE WONDER TREE: Friedrich Adolph Krummacher, Parables
THE PROUD OAK TREE: Old Fable
BAUCIS AND PHILEMON: H. P. Maskell, Francis Storr,
Half-a-Hundred Hero Tales
THE UNFRUITFUL TREE: Friedrich Adolph Krummacher, Parables
THE DRYAD OF THE OLD OAK: James Russell Lowell, Rhoecus (a
poem)
DAPHNE: OVID, Metamorphoses BIRD DAY
THE OLD WOMAN WHO BECAME A WOODPECKER: Phoebe
Cary, A Legend of the Northland (poem)
THE BOY WHO BECAME A ROBIN: Henry R. Schoolcraft, The
Myth of Hiawatha
THE TONGUE-CUT SPARROW: A. B. Mitford, Tales of Old Japan
THE QUAILS, A LEGEND OF THE JATAKA: Riverside Fourth
Reader
THE MAGPIE'S NEST: Joseph Jacobs, English Fairy Tales
THE GREEDY GEESE: Il Libro d'Oro
THE KING OF THE BIRDS: The Brothers Grimm, German
Household Tales
THE DOVE WHO SPOKE TRUTH: Abbie Farwell Brown, The
Curious Book of Birds
THE BUSY BLUE JAY: Olive Thorne Miller, True Bird Stories
BABES IN THE WOODS: John Burroughs, Bird Stories from
Burroughs
THE PRIDE OF THE REGIMENT: Harry M. Rieffer, The
Recollections of a Drummer Boy
THE MOTHER MURRE: Dallas Lore Sharp, Summer
REFERENCE LISTS FOR STORY-TELLING AND COLLATERAL
READING

GOOD STORIES FOR GREAT HOLIDAYS
THE FAIRY'S NEW YEAR GIFT
BY EMILIE POULSSON (ADAPTED)
Two little boys were at play one day when a Fairy suddenly appeared

before them and said: ``I have been sent to give you New Year
presents.''
She handed to each child a package, and in an instant was gone.
Carl and Philip opened the packages and found in them two beautiful
books, with pages as pure and white as the snow when it first falls.
Many months passed and the Fairy came again to the boys. ``I have
brought you each another book?'' said she, ``and will take the first ones
back to Father Time who sent them to you.''
``May I not keep mine a little longer?'' asked Philip. ``I have hardly
thought about it lately. I'd like to paint something on the last leaf that
lies open.''
``No,'' said the Fairy; ``I must take it just as it is.''
``I wish that I could look through mine just once,'' said Carl; ``I have
only seen one page at a time, for when the leaf turns over it sticks fast,
and I can never open the book at more than one place each day.''
``You shall look at your book,'' said the Fairy, ``and Philip, at his.'' And
she lit for them two little silver lamps, by the light of which they saw
the pages as she turned them.
The boys looked in wonder. Could it be that these were the same fair
books she had given them a year ago? Where were the clean, white
pages, as pure and beautiful as the snow when it first falls? Here was a
page with ugly, black spots and scratches upon it; while the very next
page showed a lovely little picture. Some pages were decorated with
gold and silver and gorgeous colors, others with beautiful flowers, and
still others with a rainbow of softest, most delicate brightness. Yet even
on the most beautiful of the pages there were ugly blots and scratches.
Carl and Philip looked up at the Fairy at last.
``Who did