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are not going to quarrel and hate each other, are we?"
"Why, what a silly little thing thou art to cry about a dream," said the
woodman, smiling. "No, we are not going to quarrel as I know of.
Come, Kitty, remember the Ouphe."
"Oh, yes, yes, I remember," said Kitty, and she made haste to dress
herself and come down.
"Good morning, mistress; how have you slept?" said the Ouphe, in a
gentle voice, to her.
"Not so well as I could have wished, sir," said Kitty.
The Ouphe smiled. "I slept very well," he said. "The supper was good,
and kindly given, without any thought of reward."

"And that is the certain truth," interrupted Kitty: "I never had the least
thought what you were till my husband told me."
The woodman had gone out to cut some fresh cresses, for his guest's
breakfast.
"I am sorry, mistress," said the Ouphe, "that you slept uneasily--my
race are said sometimes by their presence to affect the dreams of you
mortals. Where is my knapsack? Shall I leave it behind me in payment
of bed and board?"
"Oh, no, no, I pray you don't," said the little wife, blushing and
stepping back; "you are kindly welcome to all you have had, I'm sure:
don't repay us so, sir."
"What, mistress, and why not?" asked the Ouphe, smiling. "It is as full
of gold pieces as it can hold, and I shall never miss them."
"No, I entreat you, do not," said Kitty, "and do not offer it to my
husband, for maybe he has not been warned as I have."
Just then the woodman came in.
"I have been thanking your wife for my good entertainment," said the
Ouphe, "and if there is anything in reason that I can give either of
you--"
"Will, we do very well as we are," said his wife, going up to him and
looking anxiously in his face.
"I don't deny," said the woodman, thoughtfully, "that there are one or
two things I should like my wife to have, but somehow I've not been
able to get them for her yet."
"What are they?" asked the Ouphe.
"One is a spinning-wheel," answered the woodman; "she used to spin a
good deal when she was at home with her mother."

"She shall have a spinning-wheel," replied the Ouphe; "and is there
nothing else, my good host?"
"Well," said the woodman, frankly, "since you are so obliging, we
should like a hive of bees."
"The bees you shall have also; and now, good morning both, and a
thousand thanks to you."
So saying, he took his leave, and no pressing could make him stay to
breakfast.
"Well," thought Kitty, when she had had a little time for reflection, "a
spinning-wheel is just what I wanted; but if people had told me this
time yesterday morning that I should be offered a knapsack full of
money, and should refuse it, I could not possibly have believed them!"

THE FAIRY WHO JUDGED HER NEIGHBORS
There was once a Fairy who was a good Fairy, on the whole, but she
had one very bad habit; she was too fond of finding fault with other
people, and of taking for granted that everything must be wrong if it did
not appear right to her.
One day, when she had been talking very unkindly of some friends of
hers, her mother said to her: "My child, I think if you knew a little more
of the world, you would become more charitable. I would therefore
advise you to set out on your travels; you will find plenty of food, for
the cowslips are now in bloom, and they contain excellent honey. I
need not be anxious about your lodging, for there is no place more
delightful for sleeping in than an empty robin's nest when the young
have flown. And if you want a new gown, you can sew two tulip leaves
together, which will make you a very becoming dress, and one that I
should be proud to see you in."
The young Fairy was pleased at this permission to set out on her travels;
so she kissed her mother, and bade good-by to her nurse, who gave her

a little ball of spiders' threads to sew with, and a beautiful little box,
made of the egg-shell of a wren, to keep her best thimble in, and took
leave of her, wishing her safe home again.
The young Fairy then flew away till she came to a large meadow, with
a clear river flowing on one side of it, and some tall oak-trees on the
other. She sat down on a high branch in one of these oaks, and, after
her long flight, was thinking of a nap, when, happening to look down