`` I have been smoothing sick folks ' pillows , and whispering sweet dreams into their ears ; opening cottage casements , to let out the stifling air ; coaxing little children away from gutters , and foul pools where fever breeds ; turning women from the gin-shop door , and staying men 's hands as they were going to strike their wives ; doing all I can to help those who will not help themselves : and little enough that is , and weary work for me . But I have brought you a new little brother , and watched him safe all the way here . '' Then all the fairies laughed for joy at the thought that they had a little brother coming . `` But mind , maidens , he must not see you , or know that you are here . He is but a savage now , and like the beasts which perish ; and from the beasts which perish he must learn . So you must not play with him , or speak to him , or let him see you : but only keep him from being harmed . '' Then the fairies were sad , because they could not play with their new brother , but they always did what they were told . And their Queen floated away down the river ; and whither she went , thither she came . But all this Tom , of course , never saw or heard : and perhaps if he had it would have made little difference in the story ; for was so hot and thirsty , and longed so to be clean for once , that he tumbled himself as quick as he could into the clear cool stream . And he had not been in it two minutes before he fell fast asleep , into the quietest , sunniest , cosiest sleep that ever he had in his life ; and he dreamt about the green meadows by which he had walked that morning , and the tall elm-trees , and the sleeping cows ; and after that he dreamt of nothing at all . The reason of his falling into such a delightful sleep is very simple ; and yet hardly any one has found it out . It was merely that the fairies took him . Some people think that there are no fairies . Cousin Cramchild tells little folks so in his Conversations . Well , perhaps there are none -- in Boston , U.S. , where he was raised . There are only a clumsy lot of spirits there , who ca n't make people hear without thumping on the table : but they get their living thereby , and I suppose that is all they want . And Aunt Agitate , in her Arguments on political economy , says there are none . Well , perhaps there are none -- in her political economy . But it is a wide world , my little man -- and thank Heaven for it , for else , between crinolines and theories , some of us would get squashed -- and plenty of room in it for fairies , without people seeing them ; unless , of course , they look in the right place . The most wonderful and the strongest things in the world , you know , are just the things which no one can see .
There is life XXXXX you ; and it is the life in you which makes you grow , and move , and think : and yet you ca n't see it .
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