LITTLE TINY OR THUMBELINA

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分页标题#e#　　    pleasure to look at them. Each of them brought Tiny a present; but the best gift was a pair of beautiful wings, which had belonged to a large white fly and they fastened them to Tiny's shoulders, so that she
　　    might fly from flower to flower. Then there was much rejoicing, and
　　    the little swallow who sat above them, in his nest, was asked to
　　    sing a wedding song, which he did as well as he could; but in his
　　    heart he felt sad for he was very fond of Tiny, and would have liked
　　    never to part from her again.
　　    "You must not be called Tiny any more," said the spirit of the
　　    flowers to her. "It is an ugly name, and you are so very pretty. We
　　    will call you Maia."
　　    "Farewell, farewell," said the swallow, with a heavy heart as he
　　    left the warm countries to fly back into Denmark. There he had a
　　    nest over the window of a house in which dwelt the writer of fairy
　　    tales. The swallow sang, "Tweet, tweet," and from his song came the
　　    whole story.
　　    THE END
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