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The Frogs' Birthday-treat And so it came to pass that, just a week after the day when my Fairy-friends first appeared as Children, I found myself taking a farewell-stroll through the wood, in the hope of meeting them once more. I had but to stretch myself on the smooth turf, and the 'eerie' feeling was on me in a moment. "Put oor ear welly low down," said Bruno, "and I'll tell oo a secret! It's the Frogs' Birthday-Treat----and we've lost the Baby!" "What Baby?" I said, quite bewildered by this complicated piece of news. "The Queen's Baby, a course!" said Bruno. "Titania's Baby. And we's welly sorry. Sylvie, she's----oh so sorry!" "How sorry is she?" I asked, mischievously. "Three-quarters of a yard," Bruno replied with perfect solemnity. "And I'm a little sorry too," he added, shutting his eyes so as not to see that he was smiling. "And what are you doing about the Baby?" "Well, the soldiers are all looking for it----up and down everywhere." "The soldiers?" I exclaimed. "Yes, a course!" said Bruno. "When there's no fighting to be done, the soldiers doos any little odd jobs, oo know." I was amused at the idea of its being a 'little odd job' to find the Royal Baby. "But how did you come to lose it?" I asked. "We put it in a flower," Sylvie, who had just joined us, explained with her eyes full of tears. "Only we ca'n't remember which!" "She says us put it in a flower," Bruno interrupted, "'cause she doosn't want I to get punished. But it were really me what put it there. Sylvie were picking Dindledums."
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