“Wasn’t it lovely!” exclaimed her mother. “I am so glad! Just wait a minute,” and she went out of the sewing room.
Very soon she was back, carrying a long package which she handed to the little girl.
“A present from father and me,” she said.
Mary Frances opened the package and lifted out a wonderful infant doll which could open and shut its eyes and could cry when lifted on its side.
“Oh, how dear!” cried Mary Frances. “Nothing could please me so much. I wonder if the Queen of All Fairies knew you were bringing it? There are directions on this paper for making an infant’s outfit.”
“Perhaps she did,” said her mother. “Perhaps she planned the directions with this in mind.”
“Aren’t fairies and mothers wonderful people?” laughed Mary Frances, hugging her mother and the new doll at once.
“Not any more so than good little daughters,” said her mother, kissing her.