But Mopsa crept along the table to the apple-woman, let her take her and hug her, and seemed to like her very much; for as she sat on her knee, she patted her brown face with a little dimpled hand.
“I should like vastly well to be her nurse,” said the apple-woman, drying her eyes, and looking at Jack.
“If you’ll always wash her, and put clean frocks on her, you may,” said Jack; “for just look at her—what a figure she is already!”
Upon this the apple-woman laughed for joy, and again every one else did the same. The fairies can only laugh and cry when they see mortals do so.
“I should like vastly well to be her nurse,” said the apple-woman.
CHAPTER IX
AFTER THE PARTY
“Stephano. This will prove a brave kingdom to me,
Where I shall have my music for nothing.”