She had turned its pages with a look of incredulous amazement.

"What," she seemed to say--she was then aged three and a half--"are these absurd things that you are telling me?
People aren't like that.

Mother isn't in the least like that.

I don't understand this, and it's tedious!" "I'm afraid the child has no imagination," said her nurse.
"What a lucky thing!" said her mother.
Nor could Mrs.Ross's house be said to be a place that encouraged fairies.

They would have found the gilt chairs hard to sit upon, and there were no mysterious corners.