But here Pauline struck. The prospect of describing six more beauteous beings and their toilettes was more than she could contemplate.
“You’ve had your amount,” she cried; [p167] “mine only took five pages, and I’ve done five for you.” And despite Lynn’s wild entreaties, she wrote “The End” at this point of the story, and shook Muffie and informed her it was her turn.
Muffie yawned.
“‘Oncepon a time’,” she said.
“Go on,” said Pauline.
“‘Oncepon a time there was’——”
“I’ve got that, be quick,” said Paul.
“‘Oncepon a time there was a—a——’” Muffie looked appealingly at Lynn.
“A fairy?” suggested Lynn.
“A little dog?” said Max who had strolled back.