“Howaboutsomemusic?”saidMary.
“Mara,”saidDimitri.“Wehaven’theardyourbeautifulvoidmagnifitguitarforalongtime.Howaboutsingingasongforus?”Everyonenoddedandcpped,ting,
“Mara!”“Mara!”“Asong!”“Singforus!”
Marcelstoodupsmiling,tookupherguitarandpluckedafewuneupherinstrumentandwasabouttosing,whensuddenlyapuffofsmokeflewinfromthedoor,encircledtheroomafewtimesandthenmadeforavase.ThereitturoasnowwhiteEasterlily.
Everyoneexcimedinsurpriseandamazement,
“Isthatyou,WhiteFairy?”
“Isthatyou?”
“Whydon’tyouappearbeforeus?’
“Whyareyouhidinginthevase?”
”IneedsomeclothesbeforeIeout”repliedWhiteFairyshyly.TheneveryonerealizedthatbecauseMarkwasthere,astrangerandaman,WhiteFairywastooshyandembarrassedtoappearbeforethemwithoutanyclothesouralstateasanakedbeauty.Marywalkedovertothevase,liftedouttheflowersaying,
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