his dinner for him; and the Sleeping Beauty in the Wood, just
awakened by the young Prince, after her long sleep of a hundred
years; and Puss in Boots curling his whiskers after having eaten
up the ogre who foolishly changed himself into a mouse; and Beauty
and the Beast; and the Blue Bird; and Little Red Riding Hood, and
Jack the Giant Killer, and Jack and the Bean Stalk; and the Yellow
Dwarf; and Cinderella and her fairy godmother; and great numbers
besides, of whom we haven't time to say anything now.

And when we come to look about us, we see that there are other
dwellers in Fairy Land; giants and dwarfs, dragons and griffins,
ogres with great white teeth, and wearing seven-leagued boots;
and enchanters and magicians, who can change themselves into any
forms they please, and can turn other people into stone. And
there are beasts and birds who can talk, and fishes that come
out on dry land, with golden rings in their mouths; and good
maidens who drop rubies and pearls when they speak, and bad ones
out of whose mouths come all kinds of ugly things. Then there
are evil-minded fairies, who always want to be doing mischief;
and there are good fairies, beautifully dressed, and with
shining golden hair and bright blue eyes and jewelled coronets,
and with magic wands in their hands, who go about watching the
bad fairies, and always come just in time to drive them away,
and so prevent them from doing harm--the sort of Fairies you see
once a year at the pantomimes, only more beautiful, and more
handsomely dressed, and more graceful in shape, and not so fat,
and who do not paint their faces, which is a bad thing for any
woman to do, whether fairy or mortal.

Altogether, this Fairy Land that we can make for ourselves in a