"Father doesn't believe in Fairies, and mother laughs, but Laddie and I know.

Do you believe in Fairies ?" "Of course I do!" she said.
"Then you know that this COULD be an Enchanted Wood ?" "I have found it so," said the Princess.
"And MAYBE this is a Magic Carpet ?" "It surely is a Magic Carpet." "And you might be the daughter of the Queen?
Your eyes are 'moonlit pools of darkness.' If only your hair were stronger, and you knew about making sunshine!" "Maybe it is stronger than I think.

It never has been tested.

Perhaps I do know about making sunshine.

Possibly I am as true as the wood and the carpet." I drew away and stared at her.