. Little Saint Elizabeth and other stories / by Frsnces Hodgson Burnett ; illustrated by Reginald B. Birch. isgracefully plain that she was having a great deal offun. One gentleman fairy was fanning her, one was holdingher programme, one had her bouquet, another her little scentbottle, and those who had nothing to hold for her werescowling furiously at the rest. It was evident that she wasvery popular, and that she did not object to it at all ; infact, the way her eyes sparkled and danced was distinctlyreprehensible. You have engaged to dance the next waltz with everyone of us ! said one of he
. Little Saint Elizabeth and other stories / by Frsnces Hodgson Burnett ; illustrated by Reginald B. Birch. isgracefully plain that she was having a great deal offun. One gentleman fairy was fanning her, one was holdingher programme, one had her bouquet, another her little scentbottle, and those who had nothing to hold for her werescowling furiously at the rest. It was evident that she wasvery popular, and that she did not object to it at all ; infact, the way her eyes sparkled and danced was distinctlyreprehensible. You have engaged to dance the next waltz with everyone of us ! said one of her adorers. How are you going todoit? Did I engage to dance with all of you ? she said, givingher lily stem the sauciest little swing, which set all the bellsringing. Well, I am not going to dance it with all. Not with me? the admirer with the fan whispered inher ear. She gave him the most delightful little look, just to makehim believe she wanted to dance with him but really Goodfellow saw her. And then she smiled sweetlyupon all the rest, every one of them. Robin Goodfellow sawthat, ALMOST IMMEDIATELY THEY FOUND THEMSELVES IN A BEAUTIFUL LITTLE DELL. THE STORY OF PRINCE FAIRYFOOT. 85 I am going to sit here and look at you, and let you talkto me, she said. I do so enjoy brilliant conversation. All the gentlemen fairies were so much elated by this thatthey began to brighten up, and settle their ruffs, and fallinto graceful attitudes, and think of sparkling things to say;because every one of them knew, from the glance of her eyesin his direction, that he was one whose conversation wasbrilliant; every one knew there could be no mistake aboutits being himself that she meant. The way she looked justproved it. Altogether it was more than Robin Goodfellowcould stand, for it was Gauzita who was deporting herselfin this unaccountable manner, swinging on lily stems, andgoing on, so to speak, with several parties at once, in away to chill the blood of any proper young
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