“My china is of a different kind from any you’ve ever seen,” she said. “Whiff, plates,” she added; and then, to the children’s amusement, there was a slight rattle, and all the crockery was up in its place again, shining as clean and bright as before it had been used.
There was now no doubt at all that they were really in Fairyland.
Chapter Four.
The Story of the Three Wishes.
“And now for a story,” said Alix joyfully. “May we sit close beside you, Mrs—oh dear! Mayn’t we call you something?”
“Anything you like,” replied the old woman, smiling.
“I know,” cried Alix; “Mrs Caretaker—will that do? It’s rather a nice name when you come to think of it.”
“Yes,” agreed their old friend; “and it should be everybody’s name, more or less, if everybody did their duty. There’s no one without something to take care of.”