Then suddenly remembering how everyone had stopped talking, she began to be curious.
“Why!” she said, “can it be possible that you know anything about them?”
They all looked guilty and waited for Fairy Lady to answer.
“Listen, little Lady Seamstress,” said Fairy Lady, “you will find them all again!”
Mary Frances began to dry her tears.
“Will I? Will I, dear, dear Fairy Lady? Why,—how? They are not gone forever?”
“No,” smiled Fairy Lady, “they are not—they are yours; and we will help you find them. We don’t quite know where they are now; but if—
“Little Marie has lost her clothes,
And can’t tell where to find them;
Let them alone, and they’ll come home,