Then the fairy took a tiny key from her pocket and unlocked the satchel. She opened it and began to pull a paper out. It was such a thin strong paper that before long the fairy had unrolled yards of it out of the little satchel into a pile on the table.
“Read it,” she said; and when Mary Frances lifted the end, she saw that on it were written directions for making all kinds of things for dolls, and for people, too.
“Oh,” she cried, “the Queen of Fairies couldn’t have pleased me better! What a lot of wonderful things I can make now. Please thank her for me, Fairly Flew.”
“That I shall,” said the fairy. “But wait—I have not yet given you all that is in the bag. Here are some magic needles just like mine—for a little girl who tried and tried again, and kept on trying.”
“Oh, like the Needle-of-Don’t-Have-to-Try!” exclaimed Mary Frances. “How wonderful! Please, please, tell the Queen of All Fairies that I thank her more than I can tell her.”
“Do you know what would please her more than anything else?” asked Fairly Flew.
“No,” Mary Frances said. “Will you please tell me what it is?”
