"You wouldn't want Fairy Lady to dance badly and tumble down, would you ?" But Coppertop was not to be taken in so easily.
"Huh!" he scoffed.

"You _couldn't_ tumble down--not never!" "Still, you mustn't be greedy, Topkins," urged Magda persuasively.
"Remember all the grown-up people who want me to dance to them! I can't keep it all for one little boy." He stared at her for a moment in silence.

Suddenly he flung his arms round her slender hips, clutching her tightly, and hid his face against her skirt.
"Oh, Fairy Lady, you are so booful--_so booful_!" he whispered in a smothered voice.

Then, with a big sigh: "But one little boy won't be greedy." He turned to his mother.

"Come along, mummie!" he commanded superbly.