The Pinkies turned away and conversed together in low tones.
You are not like my people, the Pinkies, and there is no place for you in our country.
There was silence for a moment, while all the Pinkies seemed to think deeply.
This statement astonished all the Pinkies, who looked at the Witch inquiringly.
I wish mother could see me rulin' the Pinkies—an' Papa Griffith, too.