The Project Gutenberg eBook of How the Fairy Violet Lost and Won Her Wings This ebook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the of the Project Gutenberg License included with this ebook or online at gutenberg.telechargerjeux.org. If you are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this eBook. Title: How the Fairy Violet Lost and Won Her Wings Author: Marianne L. B. Ker Illustrator: J. A. Martin Release date: May 12, 2008 [eBook #25453] Most recently updated: January 3, 2021 Language: English Credits: Produced by Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe, Emmy and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was made using scans of public domain works in the International Children's Digital Library.) *** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HOW THE FAIRY VIOLET LOST AND WON HER WINGS *** Produced by Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe, Emmy and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was made using scans of public domain works in the International Children's Digital Library.) [Illustration: _The Fairy Violet's introduction to the Fire-King._] HOW THE FAIRY VIOLET LOST AND WON HER WINGS. BY MARIANNE L. B. KER. _Author of "Eva's Victory," "Sybil Grey," &c._ ILLUSTRATED BY J. A. MARTIN. [Illustration] LONDON: GRIFFITH AND FARRAN, ST. PAUL'S CHURCH YARD. 1872. HOW THE FAIRY VIOLET LOST AND WON HER WINGS. The Fairy Violet lived in the heart of a beautiful forest, where, through the glad spring months, the sun shone softly, and the bright flowers bloomed, and now and then the gentle rain fell in silver drops that made every green thing on which they rested fresher and more beautiful still. At the foot of a stately oak nestled a clump of violets, and it was there the wee fairy made her home. She wore a robe of deep violet, and her wings, which were of the most delicate gauze, glistened like dew-drops in the sun. All day long she was busy at work tending her flowers, bathing them in the fresh morning dew, painting them anew with her delicate fairy brush, or loosening the clay when it pressed too heavily upon their fragile roots;