“No; they live in the woods, hidden by the ferns and leaves. I wish I could ever see them.”
“Well, you can’t, ’cause they only come out at night. You can’t go to the woods at night, can you?”
“I will, when I’m grown up. ’Course, mother won’t let me now, but when I’m big, the first thing I’m going to do is to go to the woods, and camp out all night, and watch for fairies.”
“All right; I’ll go with you. We’ll surely see them then.”
“Yes, indeed, we will. Oh, I wish we could go now!”
“Well, we can’t. Aunt Rachel wouldn’t let me, and I know your mother wouldn’t let you. Come on, those kites will never fly; let’s go on with the party.”
The doll family in Dana Cottage were giving a very grand party. As there were no other dolls to invite, Pinkie and Dolly had made a lot of paper dolls for the guests. These were not elaborate, being hastily cut from brown paper, but they wanted a lot of guests, so they chopped out a multitude of dolls, and stood them around in the various rooms of the doll house.
“I wish we’d made them prettier,” said Dolly, regretfully, for her artistic sense was jarred upon by the crude brown paper guests in the dainty, pretty rooms.
“So do I,” agreed Pinkie. “Let’s dress them up a little, somehow.”
So they found colored tissue paper, and bedecked the dolls with floating sashes and scarfs and head-dresses, until they presented a much more festive appearance.