When she came down the stairs a half hour later, Cho-Cho, waiting in the hallway, held his breath in admiration, for the little Fairy was so lovely that words can scarce describe her. Her gown fell in graceful lines about her slender figure—neck and arms were bare, and her flower-like face crowned with its shining hair was radiant with joy. Forget-me-nots were twined among her curls, and she carried a bunch of them in her shapely hands. No jewels adorned the Fairy, but in every way she expressed simplicity and grace.
Cho-Cho, coming forward, dropped lightly on one knee, and taking the Fairy’s hand, raised it to his lips.
“You are wonderful,” he said.
“You like my gown, Cho-Cho?” she questioned, and smiled upon him, for these two were old and tried friends.
A noise from without told of the advent of a guest, and Health went forward to greet the visitor.
It proved to be the Persian Cat, looking quite handsome in a soft-gray hat, which he gracefully doffed to the Fairy, and he carried a gold-headed cane.
One could well imagine him a great favorite with the ladies, for he was indeed a finished dandy.
“You rival your flowers in beauty, Fairy,” he said, as he took her hand.
At the noise of the garden gate closing, they looked up to behold the Wonderful Dog and his wife coming toward them.
The Wonderful Dog had on a smart new collar, and came forward with dignity to present his wife to the Fairy, for they had never met.