The fairy came, bringing again four of the gifts

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The fairy came, bringing again four of the gifts, but Death was wanting. She said: “I gave it to a mother's pet, a little child. It was ignorant, but trusted me, asking me to choose for it. You did not ask me to choose.” “Oh, miserable me! What is left for me?” “What not even you have deserved: the wanton insult of Old Age.”