"She said we were to be very good; we are, aren't we?" said Daisy.
"Yes, darling; you are quite perfect," replied the inexperienced Charlotte.
"Did our mother ask you to come and play with us and give us lovely things?" demanded Harold.
"She does not know I am here, my dear little boy; but now, if you will show me where I can get a sheet of paper, I will just write your mother a little note."
The paper was quickly found, and Charlotte sat down, a boy and girl on each side. It was not easy to say much under such circumstances, so the words in the little note were few.
"You will give this to your mother when she comes in. See!—I will put it on the mantelpiece," she said to Harold; "and you must not touch these parcels until mother opens them herself. Yes; I will come again. Now, good-by." Her bonnet was decidedly crooked as she stepped into the carriage, her jacket was also much crumpled; but there was a very sweet feel of little arms still round her neck, and she touched her hair and cheeks with satisfaction, for they had been honored by many child kisses.
"I believe she's just a fairy godmother," said Harold, as he watched the carriage rolling away.
"I never seed the like in hall my born days," remarked the small maid-of-all-work.