"Good-by, good-by," she cried, waving her handkerchief. But already he had slipped back out of sight.
"To whom were you calling?" asked Aunt Caroline.
"To the fairy godfather."
"If you were not generally so sensible, sometimes I should think you quite out of your mind," rejoined Aunt Caroline. "Except for that fruit at Gibraltar, your fairy godfather would seem a myth. For neither your uncle nor I ever saw such a person on the Ariadne. Did you, Marion?"
"Of course not," replied Marion shortly.
But Irma only smiled. She knew there was such a person.