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THE FAIRY'S DILEMMA.
And this reminds me I surely must get
A new fringed gentian this year,
And a hoar-frost point—so costly! Yet
I really must have it, 't is clear;
Yes, let it be never so dear!

Oh there is my water-lily gown
Imported from Slumber Bay,
With the golden tassels all up and down
But that will be soon passée;
I think I will lay it away.

My violet—violet's quite gone out;
It will rage I've no doubt next year.
Oh what shall I get! and now that the drought
Has made fairy fabrics so dear!
Well, I must not dawdle here.

My thistle-dowu phaeton stands at the gate
And I must go out for a drive;
I would go to shop if it were not late;
Bless me! 't is almost five
By the four-o'clock, as I'm alive!

I have it—I have it! regardless of cost
I will send to the Silver Cascade
For a gown of that rainbow—pure sun-spinning, crossed
With the choicest colors made,
And warranted never to fade!