shall we have to do? Oh, do hurry up and tell me, Dinah!â
âYou can carry this, if you like,â said Dinah, and gave her sister a little box made of plaited grass. âBut take care of it, because itâs very valuable.â
âDid Mrs. Grimble give it you? Is it magic?â asked Dorinda.
âYes,â said Dinah, and they both sat down between the roots of the oak-tree.
âNow, listen,â said Dinah, âand Iâll tell you just what happened. Well, to begin with, I found Mrs. Grimble at home. She was having a cup of tea, and talking to Willy her billy-goat and Moses her magpie. I donât quite know what they were talking about, but it had something to do with one of the animals in Sir Lankester Lemonâs zoo. The golden puma, I think.â
âIâve seen it,â said Dorinda. âItâs the most beautiful puma Iâve ever seen.â
âYou havenât seen very many, of course,â said Dinah.
âNeither have you,â said Dorinda.
âThatâs true,â said Dinah regretfully, âbut it doesnât matter at the moment, because weâre talking about Mrs. Grimble, not pumas. Well, she made Willy and Moses go outside, and she gave me a cup of wild-strawberry juice, which was very nice, and I told her about everything that had happened to us. I told her that you wanted revenge on the village people, and she said that showed you had a proper spirit, and that some day I could take you to see her.â
âHow lovely!â said Dorinda in great excitement. âWhen shall we go? To-morrow?â
âNot till youâre a lot older,â said Dinah firmly. âI never dreamt of going to see Mrs. Grimble when I was your age.â
âItâs horribly unfair, the way people take advantage of being two years older than somebody else,â said Dorinda.
âNo, it isnât,â said Dinah. âItâs quite natural.â
âItâs unfair,â repeated Dorinda.
âYou wonât think so in two yearsâ time, when youâll be as old as I am now,â said Dinah.
âYes, I shall,â said Dorinda, âbecause youâll still be two years older, and taking advantage of me in some other way.â
Dinah thought about that for nearly half a minute, and then she said: âBut think what will happen when weâre quite old. When youâre ninety, I shall be ninety-two, and at ninety-two it wouldnât be at all surprising if I were on my death-bed. But you, being only ninety, will still be going to parties, and taking a little walk in the morning, and having a good lunch, and telling your great-grandchildren about all the things you did when you were a girl. Youâll be enjoying yourself when Iâm on my deathbed, and that will be terribly unfair to me. So everything will be evened-up in time.â
âI suppose youâre right,â said Dorinda, âbut Iâve got a good many years to wait. Well, tell me more about Mrs. Grimble.â
âShe said that once when she was away from home some of the village boys had thrown stones at her house, and broken a window. So she was very glad when she heard that we wanted to frighten them, and promised to help us in any way she could. Then I told her about the grizzly bear that went into Mr. Horrabin the ironmongerâs, and how he frightened everyone so badly. And I asked her for a magic draught that would turn us into grizzly bears.â
âNot for always?â asked Dorinda.
âNo, just for a few days, of course.â
âI wouldnât like to be a grizzly bear for the rest of my life,â said Dorinda.
âWell, youâre not going to be one at all,â said Dinah,â because Mrs. Grimble didnât think it a good idea. A grizzly bear has a very thick coat, and we would feel hot and uncomfortable, she said. We would probably come out in heat-spots under the skin, she thought. So she