'Her name is Evangeline Royal,' said Sister Agatha, 'and a very pretty name too.'
'I suppose she doesn't live anywhere?' said Mary.
'Not live anywhere!' cried Sister Agatha. 'Of course she lives somewhere. She lives here.'
'I thought fairies never seemed to live anywhere,' said Mary; 'and it does seem strange she should come to William Street.'
'Ah! well, perhaps, she was looking for you.'
'I should think she's everywhere at once,' said Mary.
'Dear me!' exclaimed Sister Agatha, 'what a funny child you are! Just now, you said she didn't live anywhere.'
'That's what I mean,' answered Mary; 'because if she's everywhere at once, how can she live anywhere, you know?'
Whilst Sister Agatha washed her and put on her dressing-gown, whilst the doctor was there, whilst she drank her beef-tea for luncheon and ate her chicken for dinner, Mary Brown thought of nothing but Evangeline Royal, wondering what she would look like, what she would say, and all the rest of it. And when she went to bed again after dinner as usual and fell asleep, she dreamed of Evangeline Royal still.
But it was a dreadful dream. She dreamed that her fairy-godmother came, and that she wore a veil, and that when she lifted it her face was large and red and shiny just like Mrs. Coppert's. Mary could not forget the dream, even when she was wrapped in the blanket again and sitting in the arm-chair. But she waited with her wondering eyes on the door, watching half afraid for Evangeline.