“One quarter of all I want to, you mean, Bet,” Jack replied.
“I’m afraid my brother and father and mother will come look for us,” said Mary Frances.
“No,” Bet shook her head, “not until five o’clock.”
“I suppose fairies know,” Eleanor whispered.
Jack began to talk rapidly:
Weeds
To the little plant baby which you love and wish to grow, weeds are like terribly hungry beasts who steal their food, and choke them to death, and say:
“Get out of here! I’m a piggy-wig, and I want everything myself!”