Hoodie wriggled.
"No, zou isn't to say zank zou," she said. "I don't like zou. I don't like any people, 'cos they stopped my getting zat nice fresh egg. I won't get zou eggs no more. I don't like zou."
"Very well," said her cousin.
Some minutes' quiet followed. Then Hoodie's voice again.
"When will zou tell us that story?" she inquired coolly.
"What story?"
"Zat story about oldwashion fairies, or some'sing like zat."
"Oh, I said I'd try to think of a story for you," said Miss King, sleepily. "Well, I won't forget."
"Zou must get it ready quick," said Hoodie. "Zou must tell it me, zou know, 'cos I've been so good about not sc'eaming."
"But not now. You don't want me to tell you stories now," said her cousin in alarm.