tle farther out, while the fairy sang:--

"_There's love, sweet love, for one and all--
For love is best for great and small--
In the land where the fairies dwell,
In the land where the fairies dwell_."

Just as the fairy finished the song she looked up, and there was Mrs.
Spider, who had come out in a hurry.

"The flies are not going to help you," said she, "so I will;" and she
showed the fairy how to break the slender threads, until she was
untangled and could fly away through the sunshine.

"What can I do for you, dear Mrs. Spider?" the fairy asked, as she
picked up her bundle of dreams.

"Sing me a song sometimes," replied Mrs. Spider. But the fairy did more
than that; for soon after she reached fairyland, the fairy queen needed
some fine lace to wear on her dress at a grand ball.

"Fly into the world," she said, "and find me a spinner; and tell her
that when she has spun the lace, she may come to the ball and sit at the
queen's table."

As soon as the fairy heard this, she thought of the spider, and made
haste to find her and tell her the queen's message.

"Will there be music?" asked the spider.

"The sweetest ever heard" answered the fairy; and the spider began to
spin.

The lace was so lovely when it was finished, that the fairy queen made
the spider court spinner; and then the spider heard the fairies sing
every day, and she too had love in her heart.

PART IV.

A mocking bird sang in Grandmother's garden. He was king of the garden,
and the rose was queen. Every night when the garden was still, he
serenaded Grandmother; and she would lie awake and listen to him, for
she said he told her all the glad tidings of the day, and helped her
understand the flower folk and bird folk and insect folk that lived in
her garden.

Lindsay always thought the mocking bird told Grandmother the wonderful
stories she knew, and he wanted to hear them, too, late in the night
time; but he never could keep awake. So he had to be contented with the
mocking bird in the morning, when he was so saucy.

There were orioles and thrushes and bluebirds, big chattering jays,
sleek brown sparrows, and red-capped woodpeckers; but not a bird in the
garden was so gay and sweet and loving as the mocking bird, who could
sing everybody's song and his own song, too.

Night after night he sang his own song in Grandmother's garden. But
there came a night when he did not sing; and though Grandmother and
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