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streets, but it did not seem nearly so bright,
and the people did not look like fairies. Tom
wished he might have pushed behind the cur-
tain, and stayed with them a little longer,
instead of going home.

“Poor fellow!” said his aunt, who was
sitting opposite; “how dreadfully sleepy he
is!” | |

“No, [’m not, really,’ answered Tom,
sitting up; but somehow, just as he said it,
his head dropped down on Annie’s shoulder,
and his eyes shut themselves, and he forgot
everything, even about the fairies.