“In Naughty Children Land, of course!” he answered.
“Oh! Naughty Children Land! Naughty Children Land!” repeated Kitty, who vaguely felt as if she knew the place.
“I am sure Johnnie was naughty. You are naughty. I’ll bring you where all the naughty children are!” The elfin having stretched itself on the ground, put its elbows on the grass and its chin on its brown hands.
Kitty sat down opposite.
“Is the naughtiest child there?” she asked eagerly.
“The naughtiest!—yes, the very naughtiest. The greediest; the vainest; the mischievousest,” answered her elfin comrade, kicking up its heels.
“Are they punished?” asked Kitty.
“Punished! No, they are petted!” the queer creature replied, rolling itself round and round with laughing.
“I think I should like to go,” said Kitty.