"Do you believe in fairies, Uncle Wiggily?" she asked.
"No," replied the old rabbit, "I can't say that I do."
"Well," went on the little creature, "you soon will. Watch me
carefully."
And with that, what did she do but float down from that tall tree, just
as one of those red balloons you buy at the circus floats along. Yes,
sir, she floated right down to where Uncle Wiggily was. Then she waved
her magic wand in the air three times, and said this word:
"Higgildypiggilyhobbledehoi!" It's a very hard word for you to say, I
know, but easy for a fairy. Well, she said that word, and then, all at
once, what should happen but that a golden ball appeared, floating in
the air.
"Catch the golden ball!" cried the red fairy.
"I can't!" answered the old rabbit. "I haven't played ball in years, and
years, and years."
"Well," went on the fairy, with a laugh, "no matter. It will come to
you," and you may not believe me, but if that golden ball didn't float
right down into Uncle Wiggily's hands. He had to drop his crutch to
catch it.
"Now," proceeded the red fairy, "do you want to see me do something
magical to prove that I am wonderful, and a real fairy?'"
"Yes," answered Uncle Wiggily, "certainly.
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