For the house or the clothes, though like the inhabitant or the wearer, cannot be wrought into an equal power of utterance.

Yet you would see a strange resemblance, almost oneness, between the flower and the fairy, which you could not describe, but which described itself to you.

Whether all the flowers have fairies, I cannot determine, any more than I can be sure whether all men and women have souls.
The woman and I continued the conversation for a few minutes longer.

I was much interested by the information she gave me, and astonished at the language in which she was able to convey it.

It seemed that intercourse with the fairies was no bad education in itself.