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The Little House

           WhentheycameuptowhipMaimietheyusuallyfoundhersleepingtranquilly,notshamming,youknow,butreallysleeping,andlookinglikethesweetestlittleangel,whichseemstometomakeitalmostworse.

           ButofcourseitwasdaytimewhentheywereintheGardens,andthenTonydidmostofthetalking.Youcouldgatherfromhistalkthathewasaverybraveboy,andnoonewassoproudofitasMaimie.Shewouldhavelovedtohaveaticketonhersayingthatshewashissister.Andatnotimedidsheadmirehimmorethanwhenhetoldher,asheoftendidwithsplendidfirmness,thatonedayhemeanttoremainbehindintheGardensafterthegateswereclosed.

           “Oh,Tony,”shewouldsay,withawfulrespect,“butthefairieswillbesoangry!”

           “Idaresay,”repliedTony,carelessly.

           “Perhaps,”shesaid,thrilling,“PeterPanwillgiveyouasailinhisboat!”

           “Ishallmakehim,”repliedTony;nowondershewasproudofhim.

           Buttheyshouldnothavetalkedsoloudly,foronedaytheywereoverheardbyafairywhohadbeengatheringskeletonleaves,fromwhichthelittlepeopleweavetheirsummercurtains,andafterthatTonywasamarkedboy.Theyloosenedtherailsbeforehesatonthem,sothatdownhecameonthebackofhishead;theytrippedhimupbycatchinghisboot-laceandbribedtheduckstosinkhisboat.NearlyallthenastyaccidentsyoumeetwithintheGardensoccurbecausethefairieshavetakenanill-willtoyou,andsoitbehovesyoutobecarefulwhatyousayaboutthem.

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