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Bud shook; and, lo! a pair of blue and silver wings unfolded from her little shoulders, and there she stood, a shining creature, gay as a butterfly, delicate as an elf, lovely as a happy child; while Dart waved his tail like a banner as he cried joyfully,–

“The Kobolds said it would be so because you tried so hard to be and do good! Now you can go home and lead a happy life in Fairyland.”

Bud could only clap her hands and laugh for joy, and try to see the beautiful wings she had worked and waited for so long.

“Thank you very much for all your kindness to me, dear Dart; I will come again and see you and the little men if I can. Now I must go and try to fly before I set out for home,” she said, and hastened to the door, where wood violets were watching for her with eager blue eyes, while the robins, wrens, and linnets sang to welcome her.

There was no need to learn how to fly; the lovely wings lifted her lightly up, and away she went like a new-born butterfly glittering in the sunshine. It was so delightful that she could hardly bear to come down to the earth again; so she perched on a high branch of the old oak and took a peep at Dart’s home before she said good-by to him.

“How shall I find my way to Fairyland?” she asked, eager to be off, for the longing was stronger than ever in her heart.

“I have come to show you the road,” answered a shrill small voice, as a splendid humming-bird lit on the branch beside her, its breast sparkling like a jewel, and its long bill full of honey, while its quivering wings made the softest music.

“I am ready! Good-by, dear friends! good-by, great world! I love you, but I must go to my own people,” cried Bud, and with a flash of the blue and silver wings she was gone.

But for many a winter’s night her story was told by the Kobolds as they spun around their fire; and for many a long day did bird and bee, beetle, ant, and flower, love and remember little Bud.