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"This would be a great, big ocean for a fairy," Derry commented, flicking a wide puddle with a well-protected little foot. "Jim," he added in an anxious undertone, "could a fairy drown?"

"All the fairies have to take little white rose leaves, and make themselves swimming belts," Derry said dreamily, "'r else their mothers won't let them go swimming, will they, Mother?"

"Oh -- Mother!"

"Will you not -- bump me so, Mother?" the little boy whispered.

"Oh Moth -- it hurts so!"

"Oh, no -- Daddy! Oh, no, Daddy! Oh, Mother -- Mother -- !"

"Mother -- PLEASE -- will you make them stop?"

"She calls me Gerald because she doesn't know me very well," said Derry in a tactful aside, and Rachael, not daring to laugh for fear of beginning to cry, could only kiss the brown hand, and devour, with tear-dazzled eyes, the eager face.