To their great surprise, they stepped through the door with perfect ease and found there was plenty of room and to spare upon the seats.

While they were settling themselves for the ride the Enchanted Banjo sang:

HOW THE FAIRIES SING

You can hear the Fairies sing

Just as plain as anything,

If you wait

Till the breeze at twilight blows

Breaths of perfume from the rose

At the gate.

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Then it is you may hear words

Sweeter than the songs of birds,

Fair and fine,

Soft and sweet and low and clear—

No such words as yours, my dear,

Nor as mine.

But the speech they use is quaint,

Whispery, and very faint,

Yet it swells

As it drifts, now high, now low,

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