"What's that word you just said, Mr. Tom?"
"Intuition?"
She nodded.
"Eh—ah," he hesitated, then, "why, intuition is a thing that women use for a brain. And," he continued, "bye and bye the fairy prince managed to get away from the wicked witch that had charmed him, and he came back again to the fairy princess, and the little fairy princess; and though of course he had been very, very bad—very, very wicked—he was forgiven; and they were almost as happy as they had been before he went away…. Do you like that story any better, little partner?"
She was all smiles now. She nodded, brightly.
"Heaps, and heaps, and heaps!" she cried.
"That's good," he said, as he set her down.
Kathryn had raised her head from her writing.
"Fairy story, Tom?" she queried, in the half-attention of preoccupation.
"Yes," he replied.