“You ought to know yourself, for you have been there already.”
“Have I, ma’am? I’m sure I forget all about it.”
“Then look at me.”
And, as Tom looked into her great blue eyes, he recollected the way perfectly.
Now, was not that strange?
“Thank you, ma’am,” said Tom. “Then I won’t trouble your ladyship any more; I hear you are very busy.”
“I am never more busy than I am now,” she said, without stirring a finger.
“I heard, ma’am, that you were always making new beasts out of old.”
“So people fancy. But I am not going to trouble myself to make things, my little dear. I sit here and make them make themselves.”
“You are a clever fairy, indeed,” thought Tom. And he was quite right.