Once upon a time， a good many years ago， there was a traveler， and he set out upon a journey. It was a magic journey， and was to seem very long when he began it， and very short when he got half way through.
  He traveled along a rather dark path for some little time， without meeting anything， until at last he came to a beautiful child. So he said to the child， “What do you do here？” And the child said， “I am always at play. Come and play with me！”
  So， he played with that child， the whole day long， and they were very merry. The sky was so blue， the sun was so bright， the water was so sparkling， the leaves were so green， the flowers were so lovely， and they heard such singing-birds and saw so many butteries， that everything was beautiful. This was in fine weather. When it rained， they loved to watch the falling drops， and to smell the fresh scents. When it blew， it was delightful to listen to the wind， and fancy what it said， as it came rushing from its home—— where was that， they wondered！——whistling and howling， driving the clouds before it， bending the trees， rumbling in the chimneys， shaking the house， and making
the sea roar in fury. But， when it snowed， that was best of all； for， they liked nothing so well as to look up at the white flakes falling fast and thick， like down from the breasts of millions of white birds； and to see how smooth and deep the drift was； and to listen to the hush upon the paths and roads.
  They had plenty of the finest toys in the world， and the most astonishing picture-books： all about scimitars and slippers and turbans， and dwarfs and giants and genii and fairies， and blue- beards and bean-stalks and riches and caverns and forests and Valentines and Orsons： and all new and all true.
  But， one day， of a sudden， the traveler lost the child. He called to him over and over again， but got no answer. So， he went upon his road， and went on for a little while without meeting anything， until at last he came to a handsome boy. So， he said to the boy， “What do you do here？” And the boy said， “I am always learning. Come and learn with me.”
  So he learned with that boy about Jupiter and Juno， and the Greeks and the Romans，
and I don't know what， and learned more than I could tell——or he either， for he soon forgot a great deal of it. But， they were not always learning； they had the merriest games that ever were played. They rowed upon the river in summer， and skated on the ice in winter； they were active afoot， and active on horseback； at cricket， and all games at ball； at prisoner's base， hare and hounds， follow my leader， and more sports than I can think of； nobody could beat them. They had holidays too， and Twelfth cakes， and parties where they danced till midnight， and real Theaters where they saw palaces of real gold and silver rise out of the real earth， and saw all the wonders of the world at once. As to friends， they had such dear friends and so many of them， that I want the time to reckon them up. They were all young， like the handsome boy， and were never to be strange to one another all their lives through.
  Still， one day， in the midst of all these pleasures， the traveler lost the boy as he had lost the child， and， after calling to him in vain， went on upon his journey. So he went on for a little while without seeing anything， until at last he came to a young man. So， he said to the young man， “What do you do here？” And the young man said， “I am always
in love. Come and love with me.”
  So， he went away with that young man， and presently they came to one of the prettiest girls that ever was seen——just like Fanny in the corner there——and she had eyes like Fanny， and hair like Fanny， and dimples like Fanny's， and she laughed and colored just as Fanny does while I am talking about her. So， the young man fell in love directly——just as Somebody I won't mention， the first time he came here， did with Fanny. Well！ he was teased sometimes——just as Somebody used to be by Fanny； and they quarreled sometimes——just as Somebody and Fanny used to quarrel； and they made it up， and sat in the dark， and wrote letters every day， and never were happy asunder， and were always looking out for one another and pretending not to， and were engaged at Christmas-time， and sat close to one another by the fire， and were going to be married very soon——all exactly like Somebody I won't mention， and Fanny！
  But， the traveler lost them one day， as he had lost the rest of his friends， and， after calling to them to come back， which they never did， went on upon his journey. So， he
went on for a little while without seeing anything， until at last he came to a middle-aged gentleman. So， he said to the gentleman， “What are you doing here？” And his answer was， “I am always busy. Come and be busy with me！”
  So， he began to be very busy with that gentleman， and they went on through the wood together. The whole journey was through a wood， only it had been open and green at first， like a wood in spring； and now began to be thick and dark， like a wood in summer； some of the little trees that had come out earliest， were even turning brown. The gentleman was not alone， but had a lady of about the same age with him， who was his Wife； and they had children， who were with them too. So， they all went on together through the wood， cutting down the trees， and making a path through the branches and the fallen leaves， and carrying burdens， and working hard.
  Sometimes， they came to a long green avenue that opened into deeper woods. Then they would hear a very little， distant voice crying， “Father， father， I am another child！ Stop for me！” And presently they would see a very little figure， growing larger as i
t came along， running to join them. When it came up， they all crowded round it， and kissed and welcomed it； and then they all went on together.
  Sometimes， they came to several avenues at once， and then they all stood still， and one of the children said， “Father， I am going to sea，” and another said， “Father， I am going to India，” and another， “Father， I am going to seek my fortune where I can，” and another， “Father， I am going to Heaven！” So， with many tears at parting， they went， solitary， down those avenues， each child upon its waysort out rests upon； and the child who went to Heaven， rose into the golden air and vanished.

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