“No, I don’t think you will do that.”
They turned towards the white gate, and heard the voice of Lynette—Lynette who had been giving chase.
“Daddy! Miss Eve!”
She came on them, running; glowing hair tossing in the sunlight, red mouth a little breathless.
“Oh, Miss Eve, the fairies have asked you to tea!”
“I know. I have heard!”
She caught Lynette, and kneeling, drew her into her arms with a great spasm of tenderness.
“I am going to be a fairy, one of your fairies, for ever and ever.”
“Be the Queen Fairy!”
“Yes, yes.”