"And were you also pleased?" inquired the Wax Doll, turning toward the boy.
"My room's fine," replied Tot; "it made me laugh!"
The dinner was now served, and certainly no more delicious meal was ever eaten by children, unless they chanced to dine with the Queen of Merryland. There were many courses of rich and rare edibles, and each dish Dot and Tot thought could not be surpassed until they tasted the next one.
"Really," said Dot with an admiring glance at her Majesty, "you must be a fairy."
"To be sure I am!" laughed the pretty Queen.
"Still, you are not like any fairy I have read about," continued the child, gravely.
"No, I suppose not," returned the Wax Doll. "You must know that fairies are as different from one another as other people are, and the reason you have not read about me is because the folk who write fairy tales have never been to Merryland."
"That is true," agreed Dot. "Tot and I were the first to discover you."
"Yes, and you were very wrong to do so," added the Queen, reprovingly. "But I have used my thinking machine, as I promised, and it has shown me an easy way out of my difficulties."