“It was a glorious night. The moon shed its silvery glow on the busy scene, and Anna Belle drowsily noted the people passing with arms filled and pockets bulging.
“‘I wish I could see what’s in those packages,’ she murmured. ‘I think Christmas is queer anyhow.’
“‘Why?’ came in tinkling tones to her ears.
“Anna Belle jumped, for there beside her was a beautiful fairy, holding on high a silver wand, on the end of which gleamed a star.
“‘Why?’ persisted the fairy creature, determined to have an explanation of such a statement.
“‘Well, I ask for a lot of things I never get, and I get a lot of things I don’t want.’
“‘You do?’ said the Fairy inquiringly.
“‘Yes, every year I do. In the attic are boxes and boxes of things I didn’t care at all for. Somehow I’m never very happy at Christmas time.’
“‘Are you giving any presents this year?’
“‘Oh, yes, Papa always gives me money to buy them, but I didn’t spend it all. I’ve asked for a bracelet, and if I don’t get it I’m going to buy one with what I have left.’