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"Do they live IN the flowers?" I said

"I cannot tell," she replied "There is so in it I do not

understand Soh

I know they are near They seem to die alith the flowers they

resemble, and by whose names they are called; but whether they return to

life with the fresh flowers, or, whether it be neers, new fairies,

I cannot tell They have as many sorts of dispositions as men and women,

while their moods are yet more variable; twenty different expressions

will cross their little faces in half athem, but I have never been able to make personal

acquaintance with any of them If I speak to one, he or she looks up in

h, and runs

away" Here the wo herself, and

said in a low voice to her daughter, "Make haste--go and watch hioes"

I may as well mention here, that the conclusion I arrived at from the

observations I was afterwards able to o away; not that the fairies disappear because

the flowers die The flowers seem a sort of houses for them, or outer

bodies, which they can put on or off when they please Just as you could

form some idea of the nature of a man from the kind of house he built,

if he followed his own taste, so you could, without seeing the fairies,