“Ilikethat；tellmeabouttheothers。Whatdothesedo？“askedDemi，takingupanewbranch。
“Feedsilk-worms；theyliveonmulberryleaves，tilltheybegintospinthemselvesup。Iwasinasilk-factoryonce，andtherewereroomsfullofshelvesallcoveredwithleaves，andwormseatingthemsofastthatitmadearustle。Sometimestheyeatsomuchtheydie。TellthattoStuffy，“
andDanlaughed，ashetookupanotherbitofrockwithalichenonit。
“Iknowonethingaboutthismulleinleaf：thefairiesusethemforblankets，“saidDemi，whohadnotquitegivenuphisfaithintheexistenceofthelittlefolkingreen。
“IfIhadamicroscope，I’dshowyousomethingprettierthanfairies，“