great, smoking mountains of it, huge bogs of stew and soup and stuff." and the sewing! And their great houses, reaching up so you can hardly see the ceilings. Fancy if you had to make chairs that size for everyone? And the stuff for their clothes. "Do you really think-I mean, whatever sort of a world would it be? Those great chairs. "Honestly-" began Arrietty helplessly and laughed again. "There are more my size than yours," he retorted. "Surely you don't think there are many people in the world your size?" He seemed to find it a safe sound, as lawyers do. "Oh," said the boy, thinking this out, "does your father have a blue patch on his trousers?" "No," said Arrietty, "I'd say it was my father." "Supposing," he said, staring past her at the wall of the house, "you saw a little man, about as tall as a pencil, with a blue patch in his trousers, halfway up a window curtain, carrying a doll's tea cup-would you say it was a fairy?" “Oh," he said again and picked up two petals of cherry blossom which he folded together like a sandwich and ate slowly.
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