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THE FAIRY LAMPS 



^HERE was once a little bare- 



g^ legged, brown-limbed boy who 

 spent all his time in the woods. 

 He loved the woods and all that was 

 in them. He used to look, not at the 

 flowers, but deep down into them, 

 and not at the singing bird, but into its 

 eyes, to its little heart ; and so he got 

 an insight better than most others, and 

 he quite gave up collecting birds' eggs. 

 But the woods were full of mys- 

 teries. He used to hear little bursts of 

 song, and when he came to the place he 

 could find no bird there. Noises and move- 



