I'd _far_ rather have the fairy carpet that would take you anywhere you liked in a minute.

I'd go to China to see if all the people there look like Aunt Grizzel's mandarins; and I'd first of all, of course, go to fairyland." "You must come in now, little missie," said Dorcas's voice.

"Miss Grizzel says you have had play enough, and there's a nice fire in the ante-room for you to do your lessons by." "Play!" repeated Griselda indignantly, as she turned to follow the old servant.

"Do you call walking up and down the terrace 'play,' Dorcas?
I mustn't loiter even to pick a flower, if there were any, for fear of catching cold, and I mustn't run for fear of overheating myself.

I declare, Dorcas, if I don't have some play soon, or something to amuse me, I think I'll run away." "Nay, nay, missie, don't talk like that.