"Oh yes, there are a good many," said Miss Forster; "but they belong to a past age. I can give you a spell for making an ice person melt—only one thing will do it."
"Do tell me."
"I'll write it on a paper and give it to you. You can read it, and think over it, and try it when you get home."
Harebell was enchanted. She hardly spoke to Nan and Peter, but trotted home with a piece of paper squeezed tightly in her hand. When she got up to her room she read it. Only two words:
"Love them."
She was very disappointed at first; then she thought about it, and nodded approval.
"Gerda loved Kay, and I have to love Aunt Diana, but mustn't say anything about it to any one. I must do it in secret. I don't quite know how to do it, but I'll try."
It was a happy day when her pony arrived. Andy insisted on taking charge of it himself. He only asked his mistress for a little lad, three days a week, to help him in the garden.
"I was brought up in a stable myself," said Andy proudly, as he patted the brown, silky coat of the little Welsh pony. And Harebell promptly added:
"Like Jesus Christ. I'm sure you must have been a very good child, Andy. You ought to have been."