Long after they had drifted by, that gay company of butterflies and moths, Ruth sat thinking of the wonder of it all.
“Didn’t I tell you, Belinda,” she whispered, “didn’t I tell you it was really living in Fairyland, and now, when we can hear what they say, and they tell us such interesting things, it is more Fairyland than ever. The Wind told us to watch and listen, and we will do that. We will watch and listen with all our might, for oh! Belinda, there is such a lot to learn yet.”
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES
- Silently corrected typographical errors and variations in spelling.
- Archaic, non-standard, and uncertain spellings retained as printed.