FairyTale: A True Story Page #2

There's no one in this village

that can sit on their own doorstep

and see a whole life of prosperity in front

of them from the cradle to the grave.

But we have to plan.

We have to look ahead.

We have to modernize.

How old's your eldest, Arthur?

- Elsie, she's 12, sir.

Six months time, she'll be able to work at the

mill safely knowing she'll have a job for life.

Now there's not many'll be able

to say that, when this war's over.

Well, children, today we have

a new member of our class.

My name is Frances Griffiths,

and I come from Africa.

Miss Thornton. Miss Thornton...

Yes... Lucy?

Miss Griffiths, if you're from Africa,

why do you sound so English?

'Cause I was born in England. We moved

to Africa because my daddy's a soldier.

Miss Thornton, Miss Thornton...

Yes, Julia?

- About Africa...

Is it true all Africans

are cannibals?

I've never met any.

Any more stupid questions?

Well, they started it.

- I know they did.

But if you don't try to be nice,

you'll never make any friends.

I don't care. I have you.

You like me, don't you?

- Yes.

And the fairies,

they'll be my friends.

Do you really know everything about them?

- Yes.

What do you call fairy magic?

- Glama.

What's a fairy's favorite thing to do?

- Dance.

What's their favorite drink?

- Honeysuckle dew.

What's their clothes made out of?

- Spider silk.

Don't get your dress wet

or Mum will be furious!

Look, there are sort

of caves here.

Careful!

Your dress! Look at you!

You're soaked.

They'll be furious when we get back.

- I saw one! Did you see it?

No.

- I can't believe that I saw one!

I'm sorry, Aunt Polly,

about my dress.

I know.

You miss her, too.

Yes, I do.

I miss her very much.

Even more seeing you.

So you believe in fairies,

do you?

I wouldn't see them

if I didn't.

Like angels.

You saw angels down the beck,

as well?

No, that's not what I mean.

You don't see angels,

you just sort of...

feel them...

watching us.

Like my mother.

And your Joseph.

He believed, didn't he?

You're still young.

When you get older,

people start to take notice

and they don't like it if you

tell stories that aren't true.

But they are true.

- Frances, I've been down

the beck a hundred times.

Why haven't I ever

seen any of them?

Grownups don't know how

to believe.

Thank you.

After the intermission,

I will present for your entertainment only

"Do the Dead Return:

An Investigation into the False

Claims of Spiritualists

and Mediums that Have Attempted

to Deceive Houdini."

Thank you. Thank you.

You're expected at

the Beechams' at 10:30.

Cancel it.

I want Collins on the stage

in five minutes.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is

here to see you as well.

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