FAIRIES I HAVE MET
“Why can’t she behave as we do?” asked a third angrily,
“The idea of wanting a change!”
“She’ll have to behave like other people in the end.”
“So discontented!”
“So very odd!”
So they went on, while Christabel still sat calmly, with her arms crossed.
“I’m not going to begin all over again,” she repeated firmly.
“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.