If I were you,
I’d call the fairy,
Fairly Flew.”
sang Crow Shay, and Mary Frances took the hint.
When the fairy Fairly Flew came at the call of the rhyme, she brought a little satchel in her hands. It was not much larger than Mary Frances’ thimble.
“How do you do this morning, little Miss Mary Frances?” she asked. “I’ve been waiting to be called, for I have a present for you from the Queen of All Fairies.”
“Oh!” gasped Mary Frances, “for me?”
“Yes, in my satchel,” said the fairy.
“It cannot be anything for my dolls,” thought Mary Frances, “because the satchel is too little to hold them.”
