As she passed by the different ones, they all seemed to look knowingly at her.
She ran about till she was quite warm and tired. She stopped by a rosebush, and began to fan herself with a big leaf; and what was her surprise to find, while she was fanning, it turned into the same fan she had used so often before.
A MAGIC ROSE.
“Well, here you are again,” she said. “You must have wings. I don’t see how else you could get about as you do. I really am tired of you;” and, giving the fan a fling, she threw it over the wall.
“Ha! ha! You can’t get rid of me that way,” said some one. “You’ll have to give me a rose now.”
“Who on earth is that?” said Tina. And a little girl appeared on the other side of the wall.
“I suppose you came out of the fan?” said Tina.
“Of course,” said she. “You had no business to throw the fan away; and now you will have to give me a rose for it.”
Tina turned and took a rose from the bush by her side. “What are you going to do with it?” she said.