Lunch was extra early that day, in order to have everything in readiness for the advent of the poor people early in the afternoon.
Nancy and the other two girls went up to their rooms, and soon a shriek from Nancy brought Kitty and Nora running to her bedroom.
“Oh, is it a fairy—is it—is it? I don’t know whether I am on my head or on my heels,” cried the little girl; “but such a darling, such a beauty! Oh, isn’t it just sweet? Who gave it to me? Kitty, it can’t be true; it must be meant for some other little girl.”
“No, it isn’t. See what is written on that piece of paper,” said Kitty, whose face was red and her eyes dancing with joy. “See for yourself, Nancy; see for yourself.”
Nancy read the following words on a little white card:
“From a genie to a good fairy, with compliments.”
“Oh, it is quite mysterious!” said Nancy. “But are you certain that I am the good fairy?”
“Certain—positive,” said Kitty. “Why, I could not wear that dress; it is a great deal too small. What a figure of fun I should look with my long legs! But it will suit you, Nancy, to perfection. I knew that”——
“Hush, Kitty!” said Nora.
“You are hiding something from me,” said Nancy.