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Whereupon she washed her face, and became so beautiful that he fell in love with her, and they were engaged upon the spot. The Princess could not find any words to tell Fairyfoot how grateful she was and how happy. She could only look at him again and again with her soft, radiant eyes, and again and again give him her hand that he might kiss it.
Up rose Fairyfoot and Princess Maybloom, and went together till they found the bramble, and came to where its root grew, hard by the muddy-looking well with banks of dark green moss, in the deepest dell of the forest. Fairyfoot sat down to wash, but at that minute he heard a sound of music, and knew it was the fairies going to their dancing ground.
Then he put his hat on, and his hands on his hips, with a swaggering, man-of-society air. "I say," he said, "I'm glad you're going. I should like you to see it." "And I should like to see it," replied Fairyfoot. "Well," said Mr. Goodfellow, "you deserve it, though that's saying a great deal. You've restored me to them.
He related a great many stories to Fairyfoot, and, singularly enough, they were all about himself and divers and sundry fairy ladies who had been so very much attached to him that he scarcely expected to find them alive at the present moment. He felt quite sure they must have died of grief in his absence.
"I meant that it nearly killed me to think the eggs weren't in it at the time." "What did you do about the nest?" asked Fairyfoot. The little man winked in the most improper manner. "Do?" he said.
He went back to Fairyfoot in such a hurry that he tripped on his sword and fell, and rolled over so many times that Fairyfoot had to stop him and pick him up. "Is she dead?" asked Fairyfoot. "No," said Robin; "she isn't." He sat down on a small mushroom and clasped his hands about his knees and looked mad just mad. Angry or indignant wouldn't express it.
She was so sweet and gentle that Fairyfoot could not bear the thought of leaving her; and when the King begged him to return to the palace with them and live there always, he was more glad than I can tell you. To be near this lovely Princess, to be her friend, to love and serve her and look at her every day, was such happiness that he wanted nothing more.
"I think I must take the swine home, if you'll excuse me," said Fairyfoot, "I'm late now." "Well, let me sit on your shoulder and I'll go with you and show you a short way home," said Goodfellow; "I know all about it, so you needn't think about yourself again. In fact, we'll talk about the party. Just blow your whistle, and the swine will go ahead."
When the princess heard that, she danced for joy in spite of her large feet, and she and her six maids brought Fairyfoot before the king and queen, where they sat in their palace hall, with all the courtiers paying their morning compliments.
In the midst of that grove was a clear spring, bordered with banks of lilies, and Fairyfoot sat down by it to rest himself and listen. The singing was so sweet he could have listened for ever, but as he sat the nightingales left off their songs, and began to talk together in the silence of the night "What boy is that," said one on a branch above him, "who sits so lonely by the Fair Fountain?
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