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"There _is_ a bad fairy in this house. I don't care what you say. There _must_ be. Here have I been hours hunting everywhere for my silver whistle. I _know_ I had it yesterday evening, and I haven't been out since, and we can't play at our hunt in the wood without it. And they're all waiting for us. It's too bad -- it _is_," and Leonard stamped about the room, flinging everything topsy-turvy in his vain search.
"And my umbrella, and my sleeve stud," said David, his two years older brother. "They have _completely_ disappeared. Upon my word, Leonard, I think you're right, this house is bewitched."