fear was partly theatrical and partly real, shrank into the window and looked at him with great eyes.
"I thought you didn't believe in fairies," his mother said to him. Robert smiled a cryptic smile at his mother. There burst from Sara a wail.
"He believes in 'em, and he's got 'em. Fairies and fairies—all sorts—just because Mrs. Painter told me I was a little fairy and the fairy queen of all her canary birds he goes out, and gets fairies himself. He's got an attic fairy up the attic who gives him gods!"
"She flew her nose so high over being a fairy queen that I had to do something," growled Robert. "Now I've got the king and queen of the fairies."
"You haven't! You haven't!" screamed Sara. "Mrs. Painter gave me all the leprechauns. She told me about the three hairs and the Witch of Endor. And she'll get me things yet your fairy can't get you." But Robert resumed his mumbling up the chimney.
It was here Jamie piped up:
"I want fairies."
"You can have some of mine, darling," cried Sara. She shot a glance full of suspicion at Robert. "But if I give him mine, Robert's got to give him some of his. Make him give the attic one!"
"Oh, no, you don't," said Robert craftily, "and I won't give him any, because Sara'll make Jamie use them for her."
They went to bed in an unsatisfactory state of mind. Later Laurie called Alice to come upstairs.
"Sara's whispering and whispering to Them until you'd think 'there they are!' And Jamie's eyes is popping from his head."
Next morning Alice was awakened by a piercing cry. "You sha'n't have the big gods of Egypt!" It was Sara's voice which screamed with its full volume of
