"Maybe she won't come?" Socky suggested.
"She will come soon," said Master.
Sue propped her little doll against a fern leaf and said: "Oh, dear! I wish she'd never go 'way."
"She's awful good"—that was the opinion of Socky.
"She wouldn't tell no falsehoods," Sue suggested.
"I wish she'd come an' live with us; don't you?" Socky queried, turning to Master. The little Cupid was searching for another arrow.
"Wouldn't dare say—you little busybody!" the young man replied. "You'd go and tell on me."
Both looked up at him soberly. Socky was first to speak. "Where'bouts does 'the beautiful lady' live?"
"Way off in the woods."
"At the home of the fairies?"