Summary

Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

A STRIKE IN FAIRYLAND.
The fairies were holding a meeting.
"They grumble when we send the rain," said a Rain-fairy, "and they grumble when we don't."
"And we get no thanks," sighed a Flower-fairy. "The time we spend getting the flowers ready and washing their faces and folding them up every night!"
"As for the stars," said a Star-fairy, "we might just as well leave them unlit for all the gratitude we get, and it's such a rush sometimes to get all over the sky in time. They don't even believe in us. We wouldn't mind anything if they believed in us."
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Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

So a fairy was sent off to the Court of the Birds to request a sympathetic strike.
"Is that all?" said the Queen.
"You ought to talk more," said the Brown Owl. "They talk ever so much."
"Yes, but they can't help it, can they?" said the Queen kindly.
And so the strike began that evening.
None of the birds sang except one little blackleg Robin, who sang so hard in his efforts to make up for the rest that he was as hoarse as a crow the next morning. The blackleg fairies had a hard time too.
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Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

Thought-fairies can see into your heart and know just what you think. They get terrible shocks sometimes.
"I've been all over the world," she said breathlessly, "and it's much better than you think. All little girls believe in us and—" She paused dramatically.
"Yes?" they said eagerly.
"All fathers of little girls believe in us."
The Queen shook her head.
"They only pretend," she said.
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"No, that's just it," said the Thought-fairy. "They pretend to pretend. They never tell anyone, but they really believe."
"Then we'll end the strike," said the Queen.
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