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Neviel turned towards his teacher with a smile. It was the part about the dragon that had caught his ear. He found a long skein of brown thread and another of green and set these to one side. Then he sorted out a smaller pile of red and orange yarn, thinking that these would do for the flames that must surely come spewing out of the dragon's mouth.
Yet, even as he did this, there was one thing that was still bothering him. The young Elf turned toward the hobbit who apparently owned the goods and had set them out on the table. "Begging your pardon, ma'am. I don't think we've met. These yarns are very pretty, and I think they would do well for our skit and puppet show at the Spring Faire. I should like to buy them, but my pockets are empty, and I haven't even a penny to pay for all this." He looked up quizzically first at Miz Bella and then at the hobbit lady whose name he did not know.
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