'Fairy Prince and Other Stories' is a collection of short stories written by Eleanor Hallowell Abbott. The stories are told through the lens of an eight and nine-year-old child, who sees the world in a very unconventional way for adults, but normal for their age.

Young Derry Willard was certainly excited when he saw the Christmas tree. Excited enough, I mean, to shift his eyes for at least three minutes from my sister Rosalee’s face. Lovely as my sister Rosalee was, it had never yet occurred to any of us, I think, until just that moment that she was old enough to have perfectly strange young men stare at her so hard. It made my father rather nervous. He cut his hand on the carving-knife. Nothing ever made my mother nervous...FROM THE BOOKS.

When it comes to juvenile fiction, is there any topic that so enchants little ones more than stories about fairies? The imaginative young reader in your life is sure to delight in Eleanor Hallowell Abbott's charming collection Fairy Prince and Other Stories.

Excerpt from Fairy Prince: And Other Stories Except for father cutting his hand it seemed to be a very nourishing dinner. The tomato soup was pink with cream. The roast turkey didn't look a single sad bit like any one you'd seen before. There was plenty of hard-boiled egg with the Spinach. The baked potatoes were frosted with red pepper. T here was mince pie. There was apple pie. There was pumpkin pie. There were nuts and raisins. There were gay gold-paper bonbons. And everywhere all through the house the funny blunt smell of black coffee. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Croom. Her skirts were silk and very fat. They fluffed all around her like a pen-wiper. She had on a white lace cap. There were violets in the cap. Her eyes didn't look blinded. We sat on the edge of our chairs. And stared at her. And stared. She didn't mind. All the cats came and purred their sides against our legs. It felt soft and sort of bubbly. The Blinded Lady recited poetry to us. She recited "Gray's Elegy in a Country Churchyard." She recited "The Charge of the Light Brigade." She recited "Bingen on the Rhine." When she got all through reciting poetry she asked us if we knew any. We did.