"Oh!" Nan sprang to her feet. "Were you listening?"
"I have been for a short time only. How did you get along with your song?"
"Pretty well. I don't know whether it is exactly right. I don't know much about time, and sharps and flats."
"May I see? Perhaps I can help you."
Nan timidly held out her little awkwardly written tune and the lady scanned it carefully. "You haven't your sharps and naturals just right," she remarked. "You see this is the sign of a natural," and taking Nan's pencil she made the necessary corrections, then sitting down to the piano she played the simple air through and afterward went off into a dreamy waltz while Nan listened spellbound.
"Please tell me who you are," the child cried when the music ceased.
"I did tell you. I am your fairy godmother. You may leave out the fairy if you like, for I am quite substantial."
"Are you kin to—to grandmother? Did she send you?"
"She did not send me and has no idea I am here."