Rachel: Well, I’m going to pay you with three big kisses. One! Two! Three!
Little Martha: I can count, One! Two! Free! Tan’t I? I am going to school soon; and I wants to put the flower in your hair.
Rachel (Kneels): All right, baby. (Little Martha fumbles and Rachel helps her).
Little Martha (Dreamily): Miss Rachel, the ’ittle flower loves you. It told me so. It said it wanted to lie in your hair. It is going to tell you a pitty ’ittle secret. You listen awful hard—and you’ll hear. I wish I were a fairy and had a little wand, I’d turn everything into flowers. Wouldn’t that be nice, Miss Rachel?
Rachel: Lovely, honey!
Little Jenny (Snuffling loudly): If I were a fairy and had a wand, I’d turn you, Miss Rachel, into a queen—and then I’d always be near you and see that you were happy.
Rachel: Honey, how beautiful!
Little Louise: I’d make my mother happy—if I were a fairy. She cries all the time. My father can’t get anything to do.
Little Nancy: If I were a fairy, I’d turn a boy in my school into a spider. I hate him.
Rachel: Honey, why?