THE FATE OF DANA COTTAGE
Pinkie was enraptured at her first sight of Dana Cottage. She sat down in front of it and gazed in silence, seemingly unable to take it all in at once.
“Well,” she said at last, “it’s a lovely home for dolls, but wouldn’t it be a fine place for fairies?”
Dolly laughed, for she hadn’t the firm belief in fairies that Pinkie had. Dolls were good enough for her, and as Pinkie loved dolls too, they spent many happy hours with the playhouse.
Sometimes Dick and Jack played with them, and sometimes the boys went off on their own sports, while the girls were absorbed in the dolls’ house.
One afternoon the boys were busily engaged in making and flying kites, and the girls, up in the playroom, were having lots of fun with Dana Cottage, but paused in their play frequently, to run and look out of the window to see how the kites were flying.
“I don’t believe they’ll ever make them go,” said Pinkie, as she and Dolly leaned out of the playroom window. “The kites are too big.”
“Then they’ll have to trim ’em off, or make smaller ones,” said Dolly, philosophically. “I don’t see any fun in kite-flying anyway, just because they ’most never do fly.”
“Wouldn’t it be funny,” said Pinkie, “if you could fly a kite, ’way—’way up in the air, and then pull it down again, and find a whole lot of fairies perched on it?”
“Yes; that would be fine. But fairies don’t live up in the air.”