Patricia kissed the white face of the little woman, and Jack followed her example. Neither spoke until they were out on the street.

“Some fairy godmother!” exclaimed Jack.

“Oh, Jack, isn’t she wonderful?”

“And the best of all,” said Jack, “is that we’ll be here together again. You’ve become a sort of habit with me, I guess.”

Patricia smiled happily in the darkness. “And now,” she exulted as they reached Arnold Hall, “I must go in and tell the girls the joyful news.”

The End

Transcriber’s Notes