“You fear,” she said reprovingly, “that we will frustrate all your wicked plans.”
“It must not, shall not be!” was his decided response. “The Brownies and fairies have long been my enemies.”
“If you did good,” she reminded, gently, “we would be your friends. Tell me, must I stay here always?”
“Yes, always!” he snapped out. “The sooner you forget your Brownie prince the better. You shall never see him again.”
Then Titania showed her spirit.
“Oh, yes, I shall!” she contradicted. “The Brownies will rescue us!”
“Bah!” he said contemptuously. “Those poor, weak creatures of the night? They could not do it.”
“The Brownies can do anything,” she said, with perfect trust and confidence.
“My pretty pet,” said Dame Drusilda, “you waste words with him. Let us ask some of these other creatures to help us. Maybe they are not as bad as their master.”
So she coquettishly sidled up to Grouthead, Boundingbore, Mandrake, Wolfinger, and Snoutpimple who stood near by in a highly interested group. But before she could say even a word Grouthead gathered her up in his arms, and held her out in the air, while in her fright she kept kicking the turned-in toes of her tiny shoes together.