Bruno took the matter very coolly, and, when I had replaced him on the ground, where he would be within easy conversational distance, he began talking, just as if it were only a few minutes since last we had met.

"Doos oo know what the Rule is," he enquired, "when oo catches a Fairy, withouten its having tolded oo where it was?" (Bruno's notions of English Grammar had certainly not improved since our last meeting.)

"No," I said. "I didn't know there was any Rule about it."

"I think oo've got a right to eat me," said the little fellow, looking up into my face with a winning smile. "But I'm not pruffickly sure. Oo'd better not do it wizout asking."

It did indeed seem reasonable not to take so irrevocable a step as that, without due enquiry. "I'll certainly ask about it, first," I said. "Besides, I don't know yet whether you would be worth eating!"

"I guess I'm deliciously good to eat," Bruno remarked in a satisfied tone, as if it were something to be rather proud of.

"And what are you doing here, Bruno?"