The old lady looked amused.
"A fairy godmother, am I?" she said, smiling. "What can I do for you, then?"
"Oh, such a lot of things!" said Una. Then a surprised look came into her face: "Why, here's an old gentleman!" she said. "I didn't know there were fairy godfathers too. Do you live in Fairyland together?"
The old lady laughed outright.
"Dear child, do you think this is Fairyland?" she asked.
"Isn't it Fairyland?" said Una. "Oh, dear, I thought it must be when I came through the little door."
"The little door?" said the old lady. "Where is that?"
"The door in the wall," said Una. "I found it yesterday when I was in the wood, and I thought it was one of the doors to Fairyland."
"Ah! the little door at the end of the apple walk," said the old lady "I had almost forgotten it, it is so long since it has been used—and I thought it was locked, too," she added, half to herself. "Edward," she said, raising her voice a little as she spoke to the old gentleman, "here is a little girl who has found her way into our garden thinking it was Fairyland."
"And a very nice kind of Fairyland too," said the old gentleman, "especially when this kind of little fairy comes to visit us," and he held out his hand to Una kindly.