"But that poor boy is waiting to begin the book," said some one; "and we can't go on while you are behaving in this silly way."
"I can't help that," said Christabel; "I'm tired of saying things I don't a bit mean."
Before she knew what was going to happen Christabel found herself in the middle of a terrible turmoil. All the people in the book seemed to be rushing at her.
Far away she heard a voice saying—
"There's something very queer about this book. It seems all in a muddle, somehow!"
Then there was silence, and Christabel realized that the people in the book had turned her out! She was no longer a little girl in a book, but a little girl in real life. She looked round and saw her Big Sister, still writing.
"I don't want to be in a book any more," said Christabel. "Real life is nicer. In real life one can at least say what one thinks one's self, instead of always saying what other people think."
"Don't be too sure of that," said her Big Sister.
THE FAIRY WHO WAS
LOOKING FOR A HOME
LITTLE Fairy Flitterwing had no home. Whenever he settled down in a place something happened to turn him out. If he found a comfortable rosebud some one would come and pick it, and then it died and he was homeless again. If he chose a pink-edged daisy to live in, the gardener would mow the lawn at once. He grew very tired of wandering about the garden, and he determined at last to go out into the world in search of a home.