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"You have been enjoying yourself?" almost shrieked Robin Goodfellow. "Well," said Gauzita, in unexcusable slang, "I must smile." And she did smile. "And nobody has pined away and died?" cried Robin. "I haven't," said Gauzita, swinging herself and ringing her bells again. "I really haven't had time." Robin Goodfellow turned around and rushed out of the group. He regarded this as insulting.
Suddenly, quite suddenly, he thought of the ring Gauzita had given him. When she had given it to him she had made an odd remark. "When you wish to go anywhere," she had said, "hold it in your hand, turn around twice with closed eyes, and something queer will happen." He had thought it was one of her little jokes, but now it occurred to him that at least he might try what would happen.
He made his way into the very centre of the group. "Gauzita!" he said. He thought, of course, she would drop right off her lily stem; but she didn't. She simply stopped swinging a moment, and stared at him. "Gracious!" she exclaimed. "And who are you?" "Who am I?" cried Mr. Goodfellow, severely. "Don't you remember me?" "No," she said, coolly; "I don't, not in the least."
Gauzita took up a midget of an eyeglass which she had dangling from a thread of a gold chain, and she stuck it in her eye and tilted her impertinent little chin and looked him over. Not that she was near-sighted not a bit of it; it was just one of her tricks and manners. "Dear me!" she said, "you do look a trifle familiar.
She was very charming. Her name was Gauzita. To-morrow I shall go and place flowers on her tomb." "I thought fairies never died," said Fairyfoot. "Only on rare occasions, and only from love," answered Robin. "They needn't die unless they wish to. They have been known to do it through love. They frequently wish they hadn't afterward in fact, invariably and then they can come to life again.
He did not know how he could bear to be left alone again, but he knew it could not be helped; so he tried to be as cheerful as possible, and he went to the final festivities, and enjoyed himself more than ever before, and Gauzita gave him a tiny ring for a parting gift.
The way she looked just proved it. Altogether it was more than Robin Goodfellow could stand, for it was Gauzita who was deporting herself in this unaccountable manner, swinging on lily stems, and "going on," so to speak, with several parties at once, in a way to chill the blood of any proper young lady fairy who hadn't any partner at all. It was Gauzita herself.
Everybody made him welcome and seemed to like him, and the lady fairies were simply delightful, especially Gauzita, who took a great fancy to him.
But Gauzita " "Are you quite sure she is dead?" asked Fairyfoot. "Sure!" cried Mr. Goodfellow, in wild indignation, "why, she hasn't seen me for a couple of years. I've moulted twice since last we met. I congratulate myself that she didn't see me then," he added, in a lower voice. "Of course she's dead," he added, with solemn emphasis; "as dead as a door nail."
When they went to visit Stumpinghame, they always bathed their feet in the pool of the red berries; and when they returned, they made them small again in the fountain of the nightingales. They were always great friends with Robin Goodfellow, and he was always very confidential with them about Gauzita, who continued to be as pretty and saucy as ever.
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