Sure enough in a few minutes she appeared at the top and stood looking down at him with a pleasant smile. “Oh, Mrs. Fairy, I knew that was you!” cried Teddy.
“Did you?” said the fairy, sitting down on top of his knees. “And then did you think, ‘Now I shall see another story’?”
“Oh, yes!” cried Teddy, eagerly. “I hoped you would show me one.”
“Then I suppose I’ll have to,” said the fairy. “And what square shall it be this time?”
“There’s one close by you,” said Teddy, “and it’s most every color, like a rainbow. Will you show me that story?”
“Yes,” said the fairy, “I’ll show you that. Now fix your eyes on it.” Then she began to count.
“FORTY-NINE!” she cried.
Teddy and little Ellen McFinney were running along, hand in hand, over a rainbow that stretched across the shining sky like a bridge. The clouds above them shone like opals, and far, far below was the green world, with shining rivers, and houses that looked no larger than walnuts.
“Can’t we run fast?” said Teddy. “I think we go as fast as an express train; don’t you, Ellen?”