Professor. Your present?
Elfrida. In my letter—What came off the tree that had fairies in it.
Professor. Oh, yes, yes. It’s somewhere about here. (He starts to search, then remembers) Oh, no! It blew away:—it’s on the floor somewhere.
Elfrida. And you do believe what I told you—don’t you, Grandpapa?
Professor. Well—I’ve thought about it.
Elfrida. It was true— I saw them! You must believe that!
Professor. Well, I don’t know— One isn’t sure. So you’ve had a good time, eh?
Elfrida. Grandpapa— If you could only make people know there were fairies, wouldn’t it be wonderful?
Professor. I suppose it would be, my dear.
Elfrida. But no one believes in them now, do they?