“Dick,” she began, “why do you think fairies must be little?”
“Dolly, what’s the matter with you and your fairies? Why are you bothering so much about ’em all of a sudden?”
“Oh, nothing; I just want to know.”
“It isn’t nothing! Have you been seeing fairies, or what? You’ve got to tell me all about it.”
“I can’t, Dick.”
“You can’t? Why not, I’d like to know! We never have secrets from each other. You know we don’t.”
“But I can’t tell you about this. I promised.”
“Well, unpromise then! Who’d you promise?”
“I can’t tell you that either.”
“Look here, Dolly Dana, who could you promise not to tell me anything? Was it Pat or Michael?”