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“Come, come,” said she, laughing,
_* T will not be angry, even though
you should take me for the great Mogul;

so once again, my pretty Rosa, _who
am 1?”

‘« Vl tell you who I think you are,”
said Rosa, gaining confidence from the
lively manners of the stranger; ‘* you
are the good, sweet, beautiful fairy
Peribanou, that sent me this pretty
frock (holding it up as she spoke), and
dear Nurse the yellow half-pennies, and
that sent for us to see you in a pretty
house drawn by horses: and this is
your fine palace, which I have read
about so many times in my beautiful
book of Fairy Tales.”

“ You are a most extraordinary
little