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One
hot
evening
,
he
had
been
sitting
with
the
young
mistress
,
as
they
called
her
,
in
a
little
summer
-
house
at
the
bottom
of
the
lawn
—
a
wonderful
thing
for
beauty
,
the
boy
thought
,
for
a
little
window
in
the
side
of
it
was
made
of
coloured
glass
.
It
grew
dusky
,
and
the
lady
began
to
feel
chill
,
and
went
in
,
leaving
the
boy
in
the
summer
-
house
.
He
sat
there
gazing
out
at
a
bed
of
tulips
,
which
,
although
they
had
closed
for
the
night
,
could
not
go
quite
asleep
for
the
wind
that
kept
waving
them
about
.
All
at
once
he
saw
a
great
bumble
-
bee
fly
out
of
one
of
the
tulips
.
“
There
!
that
is
something
done
,
”
said
a
voice
—
a
gentle
,
merry
,
childish
voice
,
but
so
tiny
.
“
At
last
it
was
.
I
thought
he
would
have
had
to
stay
there
all
night
,
poor
fellow
!
I
did
.
”
Diamond
could
not
tell
whether
the
voice
was
near
or
far
away
,
it
was
so
small
and
yet
so
clear
.
He
had
never
seen
a
fairy
,
but
he
had
heard
of
such
,
and
he
began
to
look
all
about
for
one
.
And
there
was
the
tiniest
creature
sliding
down
the
stem
of
the
tulip
!
“
Are
you
the
fairy
that
herds
the
bees
?
”
he
asked
,
going
out
of
the
summer
-
house
,
and
down
on
his
knees
on
the
green
shore
of
the
tulip
-
bed
.
“
I
’
m
not
a
fairy
,
”
answered
the
little
creature
.
“
How
do
you
know
that
?
”
“
It
would
become
you
better
to
ask
how
you
are
to
know
it
.
”
“
You
’
ve
just
told
me
.
”
“
Yes
.
But
what
’
s
the
use
of
knowing
a
thing
only
because
you
’
re
told
it
?
”
