them that red
and blue must be mixed together, and another lily was brought and the
red and blue dresses dipped in it; and after some stirring, out came a
beautiful purple frock, and the fairy who had chosen this smiled even
more sweetly than the other one.

Now, Annie turned to the last one and asked her what color she wanted,
and she replied: "_I_ want a dress of orange."

"I do not need the cap this time," said Annie, "for I remember that red
and yellow will make orange."

So a third lily was brought by the fairies, and when the red and yellow
dresses were dipped in it, out came one of an orange color, and the
fairy who put this on really laughed aloud. Then taking hold of hands,
all the little things began to dance gayly around Annie, who was quite
tired from her long journey, and had asked permission to lie on the soft
bed of moss.

She noticed that wherever the red fairy went the green one followed
close behind. The blue fairy and the one with the orange dress kept
close together with their arms around each other, and the yellow and
purple fairies kissed, and seemed to say such very pretty things of each
other that Annie thought they must be the _complementary_ colors that
she had heard her mother talk about. Just now it grew quite dark, and as
Annie looked up at the clouds she felt a rain-drop on her cheek, and
looking at her companions she saw that every drop clung to their
clothing, and looked like beautiful diamonds and pearls. The shower
lasted only a little while, and then the sun came out, and the fairies
all called out: "Good-by, kind Lady Annie, we are wanted now away up in
the sky!" and they floated up one above the other, and stretched
themselves out quite long, and arched their bodies very gracefully; and
as Annie turned her face away from where the sun was setting, she saw in
the opposite direction a beautiful rainbow, and she knew why the fairies
had been called away.

"Annie! Annie!!"

"Why, that is my name," thought the little girl; and she gave a jump and
opened her eyes, and can you believe me, she was back in the nursery,
the balls were lying on the floor just as she had left them, and the
dolls were all staring at her with their round glass eyes.

A MODERN WILLIAM TELL.

[Illustration: A MODERN WILLIAM TELL.

"HERE, GRANDPA, LET'S PLAY WILLIAM TELL. I'LL BE MR.
TELL, AND YOU MAY PLAY YOU'RE MY SON, AND STAND OVER THERE BY THE MIRROR
WHILE I SHOOT THIS APPLE OFF YOUR HEAD."]