Professor. Eh?
Elfrida. Why, it would be like a miracle! People would begin to love fairies again, then.
Professor. Well—perhaps. Green isn’t my favorite color.
Elfrida. It’s funny your saying that! The fairy I saw was green.
Professor. Was it?
Elfrida. And it had long horns, and its mouth and eyes were just like a young bird’s (This almost startles the Professor out of his skin. Blinking and munching, he sits staring, while Elfrida continues to deal her devastating blows) And it ran round behind the tree, and when I got there, it was gone. If you’d been there, Grandpapa, to run round the other way——
Professor. Run round?
Elfrida. And if you’d had your butterfly net—(This gives the Professor a fresh jerk) Why, we could have caught it!
Professor. Well, I’m not so sure—? Perhaps.
Elfrida. But, Grandpapa, you are believing what I tell you, aren’t you?— I saw it—really I did!