“Wasn’t it a heavenly ride, Marmie?” exclaimed Rose, hauling off her saddle, the fine new saddle she was so proud of, and turning her horse into the corral. “Just think, it will soon be summer and we can stay outdoors all day long, and go on camping trips again. Jimminy-kingsy, it seems as if one couldn’t wait another minute!”
“What lots of waiting there is in life, isn’t there, Marmie?” said Ruth.
Marmie laughed. “Come to think of it, Ruth, you’re right. And now it’s supper we’re waiting for, or at least Dad is. Will it cheer you up to know we are going to have waffles?”
“Oh, Marmie! Umm—and just when we’re so hungry, too.”
“And after supper you two will have to amuse yourselves alone, for Dad and I are going to be busy all evening.”
Fortunately there were enough waffles, though Rose and Ruth had both doubted the possibility; they were so hungry that it seemed as though the world in all its length and breadth could hardly hold enough waffles to satisfy them. But when Daddy dared them to eat another they only sighed.
And when they went into the living room while Marmie and Dad departed to the den, where they always worked over the new schemes for the ranch together, there was the fairy waiting for them!
Of course they didn’t see her. But the room was full of a wavy kind of music, and they felt at once that she was dancing.
“Is it you, Fairy Honeysqueak? And are you dancing?—what scrumptious music it is.”
“I’ve been chatting with Spring,” answered Honeysqueak, “and that always leaves me in a dancy mood. That music was the echo of her talk—it always lingers awhile. Why, even you mortals dance to her.”