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Now, when Gillibloom found that the fairies had all gone and left him to himself, and the four-footed things and the two-footed things, and the things that have feathers and fur and gauze-wings and shell-wings had gone too, he had felt differently from what he ever had before. He had been bellowing for a long time that night, because he was determined to learn to cry and get it over, and then go back to his people, but now he said to himself: “I will not cry any more. And anyway it is not Quite Crying, and if Almost Crying makes everything run away from me, I don’t know what Quite Crying would do.”

So he tried to shut his mouth, and stop its bellowing, but it would not stop. And he tried to smooth his forehead, and it stayed wrinkled, and he tried to draw up the corners of his mouth, and they would not stay, and he tried to open his eyes, and they would not open. And there was a strange feeling in his throat, and his heart beat very fast, and though he had not dipped up the water of the Standing Pool for as much as two hours, his cheeks were all wet.

“Oh,” said Gillibloom to himself, “what has happened to me! what has happened to me!”

And he started running as fast as he could through the silent forest to the Earth-Woman’s house, and as he ran he said to himself: “What has happened to me? What has happened to me? Am I afraid?”

Now for a fairy to be afraid is just as impossible as for it not to be a fairy, but Gillibloom knew he was somehow changed, and he could only run and call aloud at the top of his voice, “Am I afraid? Am I afraid?”

Now the Earth-Woman lives in the very middle of the wood, in a green house that nobody can see by day, and a dark brown house that nobody can see by night. And when she heard Gillibloom come screaming through the forest, she stepped to her door and stood waiting for him, and in a minute he was there, and laid hold of her skirts and clung to them.

“Well! Well!” said the Earth-Woman, “and who is this?” Then she stooped down and took up Gillibloom between her thumb and forefinger, and looked at him. “By acorns and nuts!” said she. “It’s the Cry Fairy.”

“No! no!” said Gillibloom. “No! no! I’m the Almost Cry Fairy. I’m never going to Quite Cry, for I don’t know what it would do to me.”

The Earth-Woman laid her finger to Gillibloom’s cheek and touched it and put it, all wet, to her lips. She nodded and then shook her head.

“Well,” said she, “you were a silly, weren’t you? Now what do you want me to do?”

Gillibloom kept on bellowing.

“I want to be with the others.”

“What others?” asked the Earth-Woman severely. “The other cry-babies?”

“The fairies and the furs and the feathers and the wings and the fins and the tails and the sun and the moon,” bellowed Gillibloom, though now you could hardly have understood a word he said.

But the Earth-Woman could understand. She understood everything.

“Then,” she said, “you must open your eyes, smooth out your forehead and pull up your mouth, and stop that noise.”

Gillibloom tried, because, whatever the Earth-Woman says in the forest, it has to be done. But he could not do it. And worse than that, he found he didn’t really want to.

“Do you like to have your throat feel all pinched up, as if you couldn’t swallow a drop of honey?” the Earth-Woman asked him.

“No!” screamed Gillibloom. And then he roared louder than ever. You could have heard him across twenty violets.

“Do you like to have your mouth all salt with tears, and your pretty tunic wet with them?”

“No! No!” said Gillibloom.

But he kept on roaring.

“There, you see!” said the Earth-Woman. “Now I’ll tell you something, Gillibloom, and you keep it in your mind until you forget it. The more you cry, the harder it is to stop, and the only way to stop crying is to smile.”