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“Cry?” said Gillibloom. “Is this Quite Crying? Isn’t it Almost Crying?”

“That’s as may be,” said the Earth-Woman wisely. “Now you come in here with me.”

So she carried him into her hut, where it is very dark but light enough to see to do all sorts of wonderful things, and she ironed out his forehead and put a nice polish on it, and she opened his eyes and told them to stay open, and she shut his mouth and told it to stay shut, and when it had really done it, she stretched it very carefully indeed, until it was perhaps two cat’s hairs wider than it had been for a long time.

“There!” said she, “I can’t do any more until it softens a little. Lie down there, Gillibloom, and think about leaves in spring.”

So Gillibloom lay down on a very soft couch that was perhaps rose-leaves and perhaps thistledown and perhaps cornsilk, and when he had lain there a day and a night, the Earth-Woman stretched his mouth a little more, and a little more. And one night she said to him: “Now, Gillibloom, your cure will take quite a long time yet, but you must do the rest of it yourself. And this is what you must do. Whenever you think of crying, you must stretch your mouth just as wide as you can.”

“Why, that’s what the mortals call smiling,” said Gillibloom.

“And you must keep on doing it until you’ve forgotten to cry. Now. I wish you were in the fairy ring.”

And she had no sooner said it than he was there. All the fairies were dancing the new dance that is called, “Remember the Robins and Roses To-day and Think of the Lilies and Larks.” Now when they saw Gillibloom standing there among them, balancing on one foot and trying to look very bold and gay, they stopped dancing and half turned away, and looked at him over their shoulders. If Gillibloom was going to teach, they didn’t propose to stay more than a second and a half in his company.

Gillibloom looked very nice. The Earth-Woman had got the salt stains out of his tunic, and pressed it neatly for him, and brought him a new pair of grasshopper tights. They were very much worn at that time. And he was stretching his mouth as hard as he could, and he put up one hand and touched his cheek, and it was quite dry. That gave him courage.

“Come on, fellows,” he said. “On with the dance!”

Just then the moon looked down, and she was so pleased to see Gillibloom back again that she tossed a moon-wreath down over his shoulders, and it brightened up the old tunic wonderfully and sent a splendid light up into his face. And the fairies could see he was smiling, and they began singing together.

“Gillibloom!” they sang, “Gillibloom! Gillibloom’s come back!”