Note: After I wrote this review, I googled Enid Blyton and found that she actually died in 1968, so either this was published after her death, or it's a reprint and for some reason they included the printing date but not the original date of publication. I have no idea when this was written, nor why it had such a different feel to Blyton's other (usually charming) short stories.
Something about this collection of stories just didn't mesh quite well with me. I don't know if it's because it was written later in Blyton's career (the publication date says 1971, so she was getting on a bit) or if it's because it was written for a younger audience than most of her story collections, but I found the tales in this book fairly forgettable. Indeed, I'm sure I read the book many times as a kid, but I only remembered one or two of the pieces in here, and even those I didn't remember well. Compared to Enid Blyton's Book of Fairies, which was incredibly imaginative and memorable, this one felt a bit flat and lacked the vitality and creativity of some previous books.
In addition, I found a surprising amount of schadenfreude in these tales - so many were about getting one over on people (or fairy-folk) who had been mean to others. Understandable, perhaps, but not what I would necessarily want my kids learning. 2 - 2.5 stars.