"Do you believe in fairies?" George asked the doctor suddenly.
"Fairies?" said the doctor. "Well, you believe in them, don't you?"
"I don't know," replied George. "I think my dream last night was about fairies, but they weren't very like the fairies in the books I read. Is there a real Fairyland?"
"Well, you see," replied the doctor, looking very solemn again, "you really ought to go there and find out."
"But how can I find out," asked George, "if I don't know whether there is a Fairyland or not? How can I find the way there?"
The doctor scratched his head. "Well, I expect Nurse or Mother will tell you all about it," he said.
"Nurse always answers, 'Perhaps there is and perhaps there isn't.' I don't believe any of you really know at all," cried George.
The doctor shook his head, looked as if he were going to say something, then smiled and said: "Perhaps!—that's just what we've all got to find out about a great many things, George. If you really want to find the way there, I expect you will. Only you must wish hard, as hard as ever you can!" and with a laugh he went down the garden path, stepped into his motor, and puff-puffed away.
"I don't believe there are any fairies," said George, with a stamp of his foot. "It's just silly nonsense, and they only say that there are fairies to tease me."