THE RAINBOW BOOK
draperies were of sober brown. They were much smaller too, smaller even than the Twins.
" I am the Bird-Fairy," she said in cooing tones, " and you are in need of advice. I can-----"
"Not exactly, thanks. You are pretty ! " stammered Cyril, interrupting. " It's because — we want to go our own way—at home we—" he stopped in order to shake off Dulcie, who was tugging at his jacket.
" If you please," asked Dulcie shyly, " what advice ?"
" It would be exactly contrary to the Wizard's," and the Fairy looked serious.
" Thanks very much," interrupted Cyril; " but we do want to seek our fortunes—to go on our adventures. It's a grand thing to do," he explained, " specially for her—she's a girl. Besides, we can't cross the Brook as children."
" Don't use those catseyes and it might be possible; that is, if you are willing. Be warned ! Let me carry you quickly to the other side and then run home," said the Bird-Fairy anxiously.
Cyril shook his head, so Dulcie shook hers.
" It's always * don't,' " he muttered. " It's sure to be all right, Dulcie," he said turning to her.
" Are you sure ? " she inquired vaguely, with a lingering glance at the Fairy, who had turned away sadly.