"Veronica," I said at last, "is there such a thing as Ireland in
Fairyland? Is there an exchange that won't keep steady? Is there any
labour trouble?"
She shook her head.
"I've never heard of anyfing that sounded like those," she said; "I'm
sure there isn't."
"That decides it," I said. "We'll all come. As soon as you can
possibly arrange it."
She heaved a sigh of relief and ran off to tell the glad news to the
butterflies and hollyhocks.
So that's settled.