Mrs. Dog was a fluffy little thing, who seemed really to care more about her new dress and the latest style than any other subject.
The next arrival was the little Boy from the Farm. He came timidly toward the group, looking rather frightened, but when he spied his old friend, Cho-Cho, all his fears vanished and he smiled with pleasure.
They were busily chatting in the Rose Arbor, when the little Vegetable Men came softly in and stood beside the Fairy.
She welcomed them with kindness, for these were modest little people and felt rather strange among the handsome company.
With a whirr of wings and a flash of color, the Lovely Bird and his brother Rumor were among them and congratulated the Fairy on the perfect weather she was having for her Fête.
The company were all assembled now except the Red Brown Squirrel, and the Fairy asked if anyone had seen him on the high-road as they came hither. But no one had heard of him, although the Persian Cat had come from that direction.
An hour slipped by. The Fairy was growing anxious and Cho-Cho repeatedly looked at his watch.
At last he said:
“With your permission, Fairy, I will go look for the Red Brown Squirrel. He was my friend and I greatly fear some evil has befallen him.”
“I, too, will go,” said the Cat, “there are many dangers upon the high-road, and a comrade may be needed.”