“Magic and Mystery!” exclaimed Mary Frances, putting her hands over her eyes; and Fairy Lady sat in the doll’s rocking chair.
“Thank you
dear
Fairy
Lady”
“Oh,” said Mary Frances somewhat breathlessly, “excuse me for calling you so suddenly, but I so wanted to talk with another woman—” and then she blushed, fearing she had offended the little bird.
“And not a bird,” smiled Fairy Lady. “I understand,” she nodded, “a bird, be she ever so wise, doesn’t understand the needs of a doll-child or the heart of her mother.”
“Thank you, dear Fairy Lady,” replied Mary Frances.
“And I know how brave you are while your mother is away, Mary Frances, child,” continued Fairy Lady, “but I’ve had orders from our King not to speak of that—so we’ll get the material ready for dolly’s apron.”
“Here is the lawn,” said Mary Frances. “Grandma gave it to me.”
“Here is the lawn”