SMALLEST ONES:
Not one single chance did I have of growing into the Old Woman not the tiniest, tiniest chance! 'Cos, just as soon as 1 opened the fat mailbags, out tumbled the loveliest letters, every one of them a write-one-side sort, and every one (almost) with name-and-address. They were so easy to sort out, and so easy to answer that I had heaps and heaps of time to be just Fairiel. And may the Old Woman keep to her shoe, where die belongs! Heaps of time, too, to go a-hunting for that spare paddock we wanted so badly and I found it, elves o' mine! A beautiful, shadowy place, with heaps of hidey-nooks ... and the fairy-folk are already there,.. and little goblin-men, who, for a smile and a song, will make as many, many mushrooms as you and I and all of us want. Isn't that the nicest news ever? Some of them are at the top o' the Ring to-night, so quickly! turn your fine-weather faces to them, pixies . . . and keep them fine-weather for the week. Happy, happy days, dear ones.
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Evening Post, Volume CX, Issue 23, 26 July 1930, Page 20
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183SMALLEST ONES: Evening Post, Volume CX, Issue 23, 26 July 1930, Page 20
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