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One day Kathleen was walking down a path coming home from the market when she heard a giggling coming from under some weeds growing along it. She stopped, putting her basket down, and searched among the greenery. She couldn't find anything, but she suspected it was a faerie watching her. She told her mother about it.
"Yes," her ma said, "it was one of the fey. They're very curious. You must always be kind to the Good People. Go back there, Daughter, take a glass of milk with you, a cup of honey and a pretty little stone as gifts for the faerie."
This Kathleen did. She laid her gifts under the weeds and started to walk away. She heard the giggling again. Quickly, she went to try to find the faerie, but she couldn't. So, she started to walk down the path again,---and, again she heard the giggling. She came back the next day. All the faerie gifts were gone, - the plate, the cup and the pretty little stone.
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