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are the horses that fairlies drive, and I'm going to have 

 these for the fairlies in my village!" making a sweep 

 of her arm toward the encampment of flower-pots; 

 "if you want fairlies to stay close beside your bed, you 

 must give them horses to drive, 'cause when it gets cold 

 weather cobwebs gets too sharp for them to ride on 

 and there isn't always fireflies 'n candle worms to show 

 'em the way, 'n it's true, 'cause Larry says so!" 

 she added, probably seeing the look of incredulity on 

 my face. 



"Larry knows fairlies and they're really trulies; 

 if you're bad to them, you'll see the road and it won't 

 be there, and so you'll get into Hen'sy's bog ! Larry 

 did, and if you make houses for them like mine 

 (pointing to the flower- pots) and give 'em drinks of 

 milk and flower wine, they'll bring you lots of 

 childrens ! They did to Larry, so I'm trying to please 

 'em wif my houses, so's to have some to play wif !" 



Larry's harmless folklore (for when he is quite him- 

 self, as he is in these days, he has a certain refinement 

 and an endless fund of marvellous legends and stories), 

 birds and little beasts for friends, dolls cut from paper 

 with pansies fastened on for faces, morning-glories for 

 cups in which to give the fairies drink, what could make 

 a more blissful childhood for our little maid ? That is 



