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just exactly what he knew fairies were like—
ran out and covered the ground. Tom
thought they could not possibly be painted
canvas also, and was very glad to hear they
were real. Some had wings, though they did
not fly with them, but they all danced about,
as only fairies could dance, not like little boys
and girls at parties. Tom thought he could
never be tired of looking. He did not care
to listen so much to what they said, though
the music had stopped playing, and their
voices were quite clear and like other people’s.
There was a prince dressed in a silver coat,
with a gold crown on. Tom wondered
whither he lived in the Palace with the Queen,
and wished his papa had bought him a bright
silver coat like that, instead of his dark black
Ulster. Then came a clown and some other
queer people, with paint on their faces, but
real, and not made of canvas, like the moon
and sky. After making everybody laugh,
the curtain moved slowly down, and covered
them. | |
“Stop it, stop it!” cried Tom, in a great