“Would you like to go to the ball?”
“Oh! Why I’m afraid I wouldn’t know what to do,” hesitatingly, “I’ve never seen a ball.”
“You can dance. I saw you dancing with an organ grinder.”
“Oh, yes, I can dance that way, but––”
“Would you like to go?”
“Oh, wouldn’t I!” Marilla’s eyes shone with delight. “If you were a fairy godmother you could put me in some clothes.” 8
Marilla didn’t believe in it at all, but it was very funny.
“Then just step out here.”
She did with the strangest sort of feeling. The fairy touched her with the wand. Her clothes fell in a heap. The big shoes dropped off. There was a shimmery pink silk frock with lace and ribbons and the daintiest pink kid slippers with diamond buckles and pink silk stockings with lovely clocks. She went dancing around the kitchen light as a feather, her eyes shining, her cheeks like roses, her lips full of smiles. She was fairly bewitched.
“You’ll do,” exclaimed godmother, and she threw a beautiful white cloak about her.