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"Why, my dear," said the other, "is it possible you don't know that he is Prince Fairyfoot?" "What!" said the first nightingale "the King of Stumpinghame's son, who was born with small feet?" "Yes," said the second. "And the poor child has lived in the forest, keeping the swineherd's pigs ever since. And he is a very nice boy, too never throws stones at birds or robs nests."
Call on me if you are ever in trouble; my name is Robin Goodfellow;" and darting off, he was out of sight in an instant. For days the boy wondered who that little man could be, but he told nobody, for the little man's feet were as small as his own, and it was clear he would be no favourite in Stumpinghame. Fairyfoot kept the story to himself, and at last midsummer came.
Fairyfoot sat in great astonishment at this discourse, but by and by, when the talk ceased and the songs began, he thought it might be as well for him to follow the ground-ivy, and see the Princess Maybloom, not to speak of getting rid of Rough Ruddy, the sickly sheep, and the crusty old shepherd.
If you'll believe me, that woman once turned her second-cousin's sister-in-law into a mushroom, and somebody picked her, and she was made into catsup, which is a thing no man likes to have happen in his family!" "Of course not," said Fairyfoot, politely. "The difficulty is," said the little man, "that some fairies don't graduate.
The little bird was uttering sharp frightened cries, and Prince Fairyfoot felt so sorry for it that he sprang up and tried to drive the hawk away. The little bird saw him at once, and straightway flew to him, and Fairyfoot covered it with his cap. And then the hawk flew away in a great rage.
Indeed, he much preferred being Prince Fairyfoot, as fleet as the wind and as light as a young deer, and he was quite glad to go to the fountain of the nightingales after his visit was at an end, and bathe his feet small again, and to return to the palace of the Princess Goldenhair with the soft and tender eyes.
"Thank you, friend; what is it you can do? Indeed, I need a help I am afraid no one can ever give me." "Gracious and fairest lady," said Fairyfoot, "it is that help I think nay, I am sure that I bring to you." "Oh!" said the sweet Princess. "You have a kind face and most true eyes, and when I look at you I do not know why it is, but I feel a little happier. What is it you would say to me?"
"The birds sing to me," said Fairyfoot, "and the trees seem to beckon to me and whisper; and when I am very lonely, I lie down in the grass and look into the eyes of the flowers and talk to them. I would not hurt one of them for all the world!" "Humph!" said Robin, "you are a rather good little fellow. Would you like to go to a party?" "A party!" said Fairyfoot. "What is that?"
I could never have done anything with her in the world if I'd let her think she knew as much as I did. So I just put things together in a way of my own, and built a nest that would have made you weep! The bottom fell out of it the first night. It nearly killed me." "Did you fall out, too?" inquired Fairyfoot. "Oh, no," answered the little man.
Tired of this sport, he was lying in the shadow of a mossy rock one warm summer's noon, with the sheep feeding around, when a robin, pursued by a great hawk, flew into the old velvet cap which lay on the ground beside him. Fairyfoot covered it up, and the hawk, frightened by his shout, flew away.
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