The Little House
At this they clapped their hands, and she escorted them up the Baby Walk and back again, one at a time, putting an arm or a finger round the very frail, setting their leg right when it got too ridiculous, and treating the foreign ones quite as courteously as the English, though she could not understand a word they said.
They behaved well on the whole, though some whimpered that she had not taken them as far as she took Nancy or Grace or Dorothy, and others jagged her, but it was quite unintentional, and she was too much of a lady to cry out. So much walking tired her, and she was anxious to be off to the ball, but she no longer felt afraid. The reason she felt no more fear was that it was now night-time, and in the dark, you remember, Maimie was always rather strange.
They were now loth to let her go, for, ‘If the fairies see you,’ they warned her, ‘they will mischief you stab—you to death, or compel you to nurse their children, or turn you into something tedious, like an evergreen oak.’ As they said this they looked with affected pity at an evergreen oak, for in winter they are very envious of the evergreens.89
