When Mary Frances opened her eyes, there sat the loveliest, sweetest little fairy lady on the edge of the table in place of Sewing Bird;—only Mary Frances noticed her lips looked very much like the bill of a bird.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!” gasped Mary Frances in surprise. “Oh, really, truly, oh, me! Oh, dear! How perfectly lovely! You lovely—”
“Now, Mary Frances, dear, ready for the lesson,” smiled the little lady, in the same flute-like voice as Sewing Bird’s.
“Miss Fairy,” said Mary Frances, trembling with joy, “I will do my very best,—but, please, what may I call you?”
“Just shut your eyes,
And not a word;
My name you have
So often heard;
It’s known to
But a very few,