Marjorie jumped into the driver's seat. She started the car, and off they went.
SHE SEPARATED THE BOYS
John's clothing was torn. He was bruised. The boy with whom he had fought was larger than he. But John knew that he had left the other boy as bruised and torn as he was himself. So he smiled.
Marjorie drove for a while in silence.
Then she asked, "John, why did you fight?"
John told her the reason. She bit her lip and was silent again.
Then she said, "John, how do you know that I am a fairy?"
The little boy answered promptly, "Because I was after calling the fairies that day by the lake. And because I did take off my petticoat and put on the clothes of a boy."