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"People fancy that I make things, my little dear," says Mother Carey to Tom the Water Baby, "but I sit here and make them make themselves!" There was once a fairy, so the tale goes, who was so clever that she found out how to make butterflies, and she was so proud that she flew straight off to Peacepool to boast to Mother Carey of her skill. PEOPLE FANCY THAT I MAKE THINGS MY LITTLE DEAR SAYS MOTHER CAREY TO TOM THE WATER BABY BUT I SIT HERE AND MAKE THEM MAKE THEMSELVES THERE WAS ONCE A FAIRY SO THE TALE GOES WHO WAS SO CLEVER THAT SHE FOUND OUT HOW TO MAKE BUTTERFLIES AND SHE WAS SO PROUD THAT SHE FLEW STRAIGHT OFF TO PEACEPOOL TO BOAST TO MOTHER CAREY OF HER SKILL
h the water took a turn for the better, and before the month was ended the Yellow House began to look like home, notwithstanding Julia. As for Beulah village, after its sleep of months under deep snow-drifts it had waked into the adorable beauty of an early New England summer. It had no snow-capped mountains in the distance; no amethyst foothills to enchain the eye; no wonderful canyons and splendid rocky passes to make the tourist marvel; no length of yellow sea sands nor plash of ocean surf; no trade, no amusements, no summer visitors;--it was just a quiet, little, sunny, verdant, leafy piece of heart's content, that's what Beulah was, and Julia couldn't spoil it; indeed, the odds were, that it would sweeten Julia! That was what Mother Carey hoped when her heart had an hour's leisure to drift beyond Shiny Wall into Peacepool and consider the needs of her five children. It was generally at twilight, when she was getting Peter to sleep, that she was busiest making "old beasts into new.  THE OLD WOODEN ONE AFTER WHICH THE WATER TOOK A TURN FOR THE BETTER AND BEFORE THE MONTH WAS ENDED THE YELLOW HOUSE BEGAN TO LOOK LIKE HOME NOTWITHSTANDING JULIA AS FOR BEULAH VILLAGE AFTER ITS SLEEP OF MONTHS UNDER DEEP SNOW DRIFTS IT HAD WAKED INTO THE ADORABLE BEAUTY OF AN EARLY NEW ENGLAND SUMMER IT HAD NO SNOW KEPT MOUNTAINS IN THE DISTANCE NO AMETHYST FOOTHILLS TO ENCHAIN THE EYE NO WONDERFUL CANYONS AND SPLENDID ROCKY PASSES TO MAKE THE TOURIST MARVEL NO LENGTH OF YELLOW SEA SANDS NOR PLASH OF OCEAN SURF NO TRADE NO AMUSEMENTS NO SUMMER VISITORS IT WAS JUST A QUIET LITTLE SUNNY VERDANT LEAFY PIECE OF HEART'S CONTENT THAT'S WHAT BEULAH WAS AND JULIA COULDN'T SPOIL IT INDEED THE ODDS WERE THAT IT WOULD SWEETEN JULIA THAT WAS WHAT MOTHER CAREY HOPED WHEN HER HEART HAD AN HOUR'S LEISURE TO DRIFT BEYOND SHINY WALL INTO PEACEPOOL AND CONSIDER THE NEEDS OF HER FIVE CHILDREN IT WAS GENERALLY AT TWILIGHT WHEN SHE WAS GETTING PETER TO SLEEP THAT SHE WAS BUSIEST MAKING OLD BEASTS INTO NEW
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