It all happened in this way. They had been playing school and Dorothy was the teacher. She said:—
“When I ring this bell once you must sit up straight and when I ring it twice you must stand!” They played all the afternoon, and the teacher romped with the pupil and they both rang the bell until they were tired of it. All at once, as they sat in the great leather-covered chair, the bell began to ring itself, but instead of the little tinkle, tinkle, it sounded just like joyous wedding-bells.
The children rubbed their eyes and looked at the little silver bell, and there right on the top of it stood a beautiful little fairy with silver wings and a dress that shone like silver.
She smiled at the children and said. “You rang for me and I am here.”
“Who are you, please?” asked Ray.
“I am the fairy of the silver bell and my name is Tinkle.”
“Where do you live?” said Dorothy timidly.
“I live in Prince Jingle’s country, but when anybody rings for me I come to attend.”
“How I would love to visit Prince Jingle’s country!” exclaimed Dorothy. “Wouldn’t you, Ray?”
“Yes, indeed,” replied Ray, “it would be fine.”