“Blessings on the angel boy,”
then sobs aloud as Charley Leonard whispers, “But Celia, don’t you know angels have wings?”
To the merry children, the picture of their sleeping brother, on the flower-decked couch, has only beauty and brightness, as they check their merry tones and gather around in silent admiration.
Presently Artie whispers:
“Oh, wouldn’t it be fun to spread out a little feast by his side, so when he wakes up he may think the Fairies have truly visited him? I say, Daisy Duck, let’s do it.”
“It’s just the very thing. Oh, Artie boy! however could you have thought of such a nice idea?”
A rustic table was soon made of a box nicely covered with a snow-white towel. Then each child brought a contribution of currants, gooseberries, or strawberries, for which Daisy made pretty, leafy baskets, then ran to beg good Delia for a very little white sugar, for Fairies liked their berries powdered nicely.
What a surprise for Daisy!
Out of the grim oven’s mouth, that same Celia was drawing a pan of the weest cookies, dainty enough for any fairy cook-shop, with the “lovely bit of citron on top” to take away the plainness and look like a real tea-party dish.