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Updated: May 27, 2025
"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.
"Isn't it nearly time for us to go to the seaside, mummie?" he inquired plaintively. Magda smiled down at the small wistful face. "How would you like to go to the country instead, Topkins?" she asked. "To a farm where they have pigs and horses and cows, and heaps of cream " "And strawberries?" interpolated Coppertop pertinently. "Oh, of course. Or, no they'll be over by the time we get there.
Incidentally she kissed everybody all round, including Quarrington, and her keen old hawk's eyes grew all soft and luminous like a girl's. Coppertop was hugely excited. "Will the wedding be to-morrow?" he asked hopefully. "And shall I be a page and carry the Fairy Lady's train?" Magda smiled at him. "Of course you shall be a page, Topkins.
"I suppose," he asked rather forlornly, "when you're married they'll give you a little boy like me, Fairy Lady, won't they?" The clear, warm colour ran up swiftly beneath her skin. "Perhaps so, Topkins," she answered very low. He heaved a big sigh. "He'll be a very lucky little boy," he said plaintively. "If Mummie couldn't have been my mummie, I'd have choosed you."
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