Daft?  Daft?  This boy was calling her daft!  Mable hadn't a clue what it meant but she didn't like the sound of it at all!  Her face scrunched up even more when he threatened her ear of all things.  Edward really didn't know who he was talking to!  She was a lady, after all, he should have more respect.

When Edward opened the bag, Mable's mouth fell open in shock.  Coins!  And a lot of them, too.  More than she'd ever seen in one place.  Oh, she felt so jealous of Edward's "gift" now, but she pushed the feeling down.  Soon, it would be her turn, and her brother's too.

"I don't know how to whistle," she admitted, "so even so, it's not like I can learn it.  Where did you learn to whistle?  And who gave you this gift?  What do you think you'll do with all the coins?  If I were you, I'd buy a house on the beach!  But you must already have a nice, big house, yeah?  With your nice clothes?"

Mable didn't believe it for a second, but if Edward wanted to play pretend, she wouldn't stop him.  Who was she to judge in that regard, anyway?  Maybe they could play fairies in a pretend mansion on the beach.  Wouldn't that be fun?