“‘Making a Christmas out of nothing, and as poor as crows!’ she echoed. ‘Just how poor is that? I’d like to see them.’
“‘You would? Come with me then,’ and after a wave of the silvery wand Anna Belle found herself floating along in mid air like a bird.
“‘Oh!’ she cried. ‘What fun! I wish I could always be a fairy!’
“She was making dolls from bottles”
“‘If you wish it hard enough you may be. Now follow me very closely for we aren’t the only fairies abroad Christmas Eve. The air is full of them.’
“Anna Belle looked about her, and sure enough, it was almost like June bug season. She felt them whizzing past her, and at times their whirring wings fairly brushed her cheeks.
“‘Oh, how lovely it is!’ she exclaimed. ‘How different it all looks from above!’
“‘Yes, dear, everything looks different from above. Do you see that wee brown house far over in that meadow, all alone?’
“‘Yes,’ replied Anna Belle; ‘are they poor as crows?’