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The Little house
Thefairies,asistheircustom,clappedtheirhandswithdelightovertheircleverness,andtheyweresomadlyinlovewiththelittlehousethattheycouldnotbeartothinktheyhadfinishedit.Sotheygaveiteversomanylittleextratouches,andeventhentheyaddedmoreextratouches.
Forinstance,twoofthemranupaladderandputonachimney.
’Nowwefearitisquitefinished,’theysighed.
Butno,foranothertworanuptheladder,andtiedsomesmoketothechimney.
’Thatcertainlyfinishesit,’theysaidreluctantly.
’Notatall,’criedaglow-worm;’ifsheweretowakewithoutseeinganight-lightshemightbefrightened,soIshallbehernight-light.’
’Waitonemoment,’saidachinamerchant,’andIshallmakeyouasaucer.’
Now,alas!itwasabsolutelyfinished.
Oh,dearno!
’Graciousme!’criedabrassmanufacturer,’there’snohandleonthedoor,’andheputoneon.
Anironmongeraddedascraper,andanoldladyranupwithadoor-mat.Carpentersarrivedwithawater-butt,andthepaintersinsistedonpaintingit.
Finishedatlast!
’Finished!Howcanitbefinished,’theplumberdemandedscornfully,’beforehotandcoldareputin,’andheputinhotandcold.
