“You live in Story Land, indeed,” said Mary Frances, gazing eagerly about her.
“Yes,” returned the Story Lady, “we are not a very matter-of-fact people.”
Soon they came to a beautiful park on the outskirts of the town.
“This is the Queen’s Garden,” said the Story Lady. “Here are many of the trees, flowers and birds you read about in the story books.”
“Oh! Oh!” cried Mary Frances, with delight, as she looked about her.
Many of the wonders were strange, but here and there others were familiar and she lingered to examine them.
“Not too long,” warned the Story Lady, smiling, “or darkness will overtake us. Here is a surprise for you.”
They came to an enclosure, surrounded by a white picket-fence about a foot high.
“What a tiny little town!” cried Mary Frances, looking down.