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Next evening she returned and asked if her job was done.
“I will fetch it, and I am sure you will like it,” said the wizard, leaving the shop as he spoke. Presently he came back, leading by the hand a pretty little girl of about six years old—a little girl so like the Princess Ursula that no one could have told them apart.
“Well,” said Taboret, “it looks well enough. But are you sure that it’s a good piece of workmanship, and won’t give way anywhere?”
“It’s as good a piece of work as ever was done,” said the wizard, proudly, striking the child on the back as he spoke, “Look at it! Examine it all over, and see if you find a flaw anywhere. There’s not one fairy in twenty who could tell it from the real thing, and no mortal could.”
“It seems to be fairly made,” said Taboret, approvingly, as she turned the little girl round. “Now Ill pay you, and then will be off;” with which she raised her wand in the air and waved it three times, and there arose a series of strange sounds.
The first was a low tramping, the second shrill and piercing screams, the third voices of