I (disillusioned). I can't think.
She. She wanted to be readen to.
I (resignedly). And what did I do?
She. You said, "I'll read about Tom and the otter."
I (hopefully). I don't know where it is.
She. I think it's in the dining-room, and the Fairy Bluebell couldn't get it herself because she was only a little girl really.
As I say, there are a lot of people, and many of them, doubtless, readers of this paper, who understand all about fairies. I want to ask them, as one poor old hard-worked man to another, whether this is the proper way for a fairy to behave. There seems to be a lack of delicacy—and shall I say shyness?—about it.
Evoe.
