“Maybe she’s discovered the secret of the voice,” Judy whispered back.
“Look!” Penny cried as they both came over to see. “Is this a fairy bed? Do you think fairies live in here? I heard them whispering.”
“Did you hear what they said?”
“No, just whispers.” Penny turned a solemn little face to Judy. “Did you hear them, too?”
“The fairies? Perhaps,” Judy said thoughtfully. “What have you in your hand, Penny?”
Penny was glad to show her. It was a soft little cushion of moss she had picked from inside the tree. There was nothing else to be found in the hollow except bits of decayed wood. Judy put her hand in to see.
“Do you feel anything?” asked Penny.
“Just the moss.”
“Isn’t it soft?” the little girl said, stroking the piece she was holding. “You can pet it like a kitten. It’s a pretty green, too—almost the color of the doll. Please, will you help us find it?”
