"Yes, of course," answered Sue. "But you can't get the doors open,
Bunny, and we can't get out when the doors are shut."
Bunny thought for a moment. What Sue said was very true. One could not
go through a locked door.
"If we were only fairies now," said Bunny slowly, "it would be all
right."
"How would it be?" Sue asked, opening her eyes wide.
"Why, if we were fairies," Bunny explained, "all we would have to do
would be to change ourselves into smoke and we could float right out
through the keyhole."
"Oh, but I wouldn't like to be smoke!" cried Sue. "That wouldn't be any
fun. Why we couldn't play tag, or eat ice cream cones or--or anything.
And the wind would blow us all away, if we were smoke."
"Oh, we wouldn't be smoke all the while," Bunny said. "Only just while
we were going through the keyhole. Once we were on the other side we
could change back into our own selves again."
"Oh, that would be all right," Sue said. She went up close to the
keyhole of the front door and peeped through. Maybe she was trying to
wish herself small enough to crawl out of the locked, empty house,
without changing into smoke.
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