“You must ask the fairies that.”
So when the fairy, Mrs. Bedonebyasyoudid, came next, Tom asked her.
“Little boys who are only fit to play with sea-beasts cannot go there,” she said. “Those who go there must go first where they do not like, and do what they do not like, and help somebody they do not like.”
“Why, did Ellie do that?”
“Ask her.”
And Ellie blushed, and said, “Yes, Tom; I did not like coming here at first; I was so much happier at home, where it is always Sunday. And I was afraid of you, Tom, at first, because—because—”
“Because I was all over prickles? But I am not prickly now, am I, Miss Ellie?”
“No,” said Ellie. “I like you very much now; and I like coming here, too.”
“And perhaps,” said the fairy, “you will learn to like going where you don’t like, and helping some one that you don’t like, as Ellie has.”
But Tom put his finger in his mouth, and hung his head down; for he did not see that at all.