“Oh, dear, if they did, I’ll tell Deborah.”
Clematis looked as if she were ready to cry.
“Don’t cry. I’ll get a fairy to bring them back. You turn around and shut your eyes.”
He turned her around. “Now, are your eyes shut?”
“Yes.”
“Now you must say, ‘Fairy, Fairy, bring back my chicks.’”
“Fairy, Fairy, bring back my chicks,” said Clematis, laughing.
She heard the little red hen clucking behind her. Then she heard the chickens peeping.
“Turn round,” said Mr. Alder.
She opened her eyes; she turned around; and there were the chicks, running about their mother.