He hung his head and stammered.
"I was not exactly invited," he said, "and didn't go with the school to the picnic grounds—but I should have come back with it— at least some of it—but for some men with guns!"
I stamped on his ear as hard as ever I could.
"Never let me hear you mention such a subject again," I said. "Nobody in Society would speak to you if they knew of it!"
He quite shook in his shoes—only he hadn't any shoes.
"I'll never even think of it again," he said. "I see my mistake. I apologize. I do indeed!"
Now what do you suppose happened at that very minute? If I hadn't been a Fairy I should have been frightened to death. At that very minute I heard little children's voices singing like skylarks farther down on the Huge Green Hill—actually little children a whole lot of them!
"It—it sounds like the Sunday School pic——" the Lion began to Say—and then he remembered he must not mention the subject and stopped short.
"Has your heart changed?" I said to him. "Are you sure it has?"