“We put it in a flower,” Sylvie, who had just joined us, explained with her eyes full of tears. “But how did you come to lose it?” I asked. I was amused at the idea of its being a ‘little odd job’ to find the Royal Baby. “When there’s no fighting to be done, the soldiers doos any little odd jobs, oo know.” “Well, the soldiers are all looking for it-up and down everywhere.” “And I’m a little sorry too,” he added, shutting his eyes so as not to see that he was smiling. “Three-quarters of a yard,” Bruno replied with perfect solemnity. “How sorry is she?” I asked, mischievously. “The Queen’s Baby, a course!” said Bruno. “What Baby?” I said, quite bewildered by this complicated piece of news. “Put oor ear welly low down,” said Bruno, “and I’ll tell oo a secret! It’s the Frogs’ Birthday-Treat-and we’ve lost the Baby!” I had but to stretch myself on the smooth turf, and the ‘eerie’ feeling was on me in a moment. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today!Īnd so it came to pass that, just a week after the day when my Fairy-friends first appeared as Children, I found myself taking a farewell-stroll through the wood, in the hope of meeting them once more. The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser.
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