Ho<w Sammy Went to Coral-Land 15 
overlooking the ocean, when grandma 
told her bedtime stories. 
They were all sitting there on this par¬ 
ticular evening, grandma in her big rock¬ 
ing-chair, and Bob and Eleanor on their 
favorite cushions at her feet. The little 
folks had been begging for their usual 
treat, for grandma’s stories were delight¬ 
ful, and her fund of knowledge (to the 
children), quite limitless. 
“ I’m getting too old for fairy stories,” 
said Eleanor, who was eleven and had 
advanced ideas. “ Only real little children 
believe in goblins and giants, and I’m in 
the third reader now.” 
“ I like ’em,” said dreamy, nine-year 
old Bob, “ fairies and giants can always 
do things that just ordinary people can’t. 
Please do tell us some fairy stories, 
grandma.” 
“ No, true stories,” insisted Eleanor. 
