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 It chanced the glen a fairy play essayed, The children like those fairies to be dressed, And Elsie’s nimble fingers took no rest ’Till brown silk bonnets she had deftly made And on the parlour table safely laid. That night the waking household was distressed By whispering sounds within the chimney breast, Nor till cock-crowing daylight were they stayed.

They fired the chimney, set the traps, but still Night after night the wistful sounds were heard— It was no windy draught, or mouse, or bird Disturbed our neighbours in the quiet gill, But—when they took the bonnets right away The whispering ceased—that’s all I have to say.