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A Complete Illustrated children's fantasy book by George MacDonald.

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Little Daylight                           285
"As bright as the lightning."
" But it doesn't go out like that, does it?"
"Oh no. It shines like the moon, rises and sets like the moon, is much the same shape as the moon, only so bright that you can't look at it for a moment."
" But I would look at it," said the princess.
" But you couldn't," said the prince.
" But I could," said the princess.
"Why don't you, then?"
" Because I can't."
" Why can't you?"
" Because I can't wake. And I never shall wake until-----"
Here she hid her face in her hands, turned away, and walked in the slowest, stateliest manner towards the house. The prince ventured to follow her at a little distance, but she turned and made a repellent gesture, which, like a true gentleman-prince, he obeyed at once. He waited a long time, but as she did not come near him again, and as the night had now cleared, he set off at last for the old woman's cottage.
It was long past midnight when he reached it, but, to his surprise, the old woman was paring potatoes at the door. Fairies are fond of doing odd things. In­deed, however they may dissemble, the night is always their day. And so it is with all who have fairy blood in them.
"Why, what are you doing there, this time of the night, mother?" said the prince; for that was the kind way in which any young man in his country would address a woman who was much older than himself.
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