VIOLET:

A FAIRY STORY.

BOSTON:
PHILLIPS, SAMPSON, AND COMPANY.
1856.

Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the Year 1855, by
Phillips, Sampson, and Company,
In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts.

STEREOTYPED AT THE
BOSTON STEREOTYPE FOUNDRY.

CONTENTS

PUBLISHERS' ADVERTISEMENT.
CHAPTER I. VIOLET'S HOME.
CHAPTER II. STRANGE PLAYFELLOWS.
CHAPTER III. THE MOUNTAIN BROOK.
CHAPTER IV. TOADY.
CHAPTER V. LOVE'S CHARM.
CHAPTER VI. HOW FAIRIES LOOK.
CHAPTER VII. THE BIRTHDAY PRESENT.
CHAPTER VIII. VIOLET'S TROUBLES.
CHAPTER IX. FAIRIES AGAIN.
CHAPTER X. THE STRANGERS.
CHAPTER XI. THE DOCTOR DOCTORED.
CHAPTER XII. WHO ARE HAPPIEST.
CHAPTER XIII. VIOLET BERRYING.
CHAPTER XIV. THE BIRDS' HARVEST TIME.
CHAPTER XV. WHERE THE SQUIRREL LED VIOLET.
CHAPTER XVI. ALONE IN THE WOOD.
CHAPTER XVII. THE KITTEN'S BATH.
CHAPTER XVIII. THE PRICE OF TOADY'S LEG.
CHAPTER XIX. GOING TO SCHOOL.
CHAPTER XX. OLD REUBEN DEAD.
CHAPTER XXI. A NEW HOME AND OLD FRIENDS.
CHAPTER XXII. THE NEW OLD HOME.
CHAPTER XXIII. ALFRED.
CHAPTER XXIV. NARCISSA.
CHAPTER XXV. NEW PLANS.
CHAPTER XXVI. SPRING AT THE COTTAGE.
CHAPTER XXVII. VIOLET'S SCHOLARS.

VIOLET'S STORY.

CHAPTER I.
CHAPTER II.


JUVENILE WORKS

PUBLISHERS' ADVERTISEMENT.

In the absence of any preface by the author, the publishers desire to call special attention to this most exquisite little story. It breathes such a love of Nature in all her forms, inculcates such excellent principles, and is so full of beauty and simplicity, that it will delight not only children, but all readers of unsophisticated tastes. The author seems to teach the gentle creed which Coleridge has imbodied in those familiar lines,—

VIOLET: A FAIRY STORY.

CHAPTER I.

VIOLET'S HOME.

Once there was a gardener who lived in an old hut of a house, with one table inside, and some rough stools, and a large box that served for a bed, all of which he had made himself.

There was one window; but when it stormed the rain beat in so that the old lady, his wife, had to pin her shawl against it, and then the whole house was dark as night.

Every body thought these people poor except themselves; but they had one treasure which seemed to them better than a whole mountain of gold and all the splendid houses and gay carriages in the world. This was their little daughter Violet, whose presence in their home made it beautiful and stately, and whose absence, they thought, would have