You never can tell what Stella's going to think, or what she's going to do, either.

Anyway, let's go to Molly's first; you can't scare her." "All right," agreed Kitty, and hand in hand the two girls trudged on to the next house.
"I believe I'll get up every morning at five o'clock," said Marjorie; "it is so fresh and green and wet." "Yes, it's awful wet," said Kitty, looking at her shoes; "but it's a delicious kind of a wetness.

Dew is awful different from rain." "Yes, isn't it; dew makes you think of fairies and,--" "And spiders," said Kitty, kicking at one of the spider webs with which the grass was dotted.
"Well, I think spiders are sort of fairies," said Marjorie, looking lovingly at the glistening webs; "They must be to weave such silky, spangly stuff." "They weave it for the fairies, Mops.

They weave it in the night; and then about sunrise, the fairies come and gather up the silky, spangly stuff, and take it away to make their dresses out of it.

See, they're most all gone now." "Pooh! the sun dried them up." "No, he didn't; the fairies came and took them away.