George MacDonald,
Phantastes — Chapter VII
(1858)
“ I did not believe in Fairy Land. I went down, and found the family already at breakfast. But before I entered the room where they sat, the little girl came to me, and looked up in my face, as though she wanted to say something to me. I stooped towards her; she put her arms round my neck, and her mouth to my ear, and whispered—"A white lady has been flitting about the house all night.""No whispering behind doors!" cried the farmer; and we entered together. "Well, how have you slept? No bogies, eh?" ”
