WEDDING PRESENTS.
All day long I had been possessed by that odd feeling that comes over one unaccountably at times, as of things being a little strange, interesting—somehow different, so that I was not at all surprised to find the Fairy Queen waiting for me when I entered my flat.
It was a warm evening and she sat perched on the tassel of the blind, lightly swaying to and fro in the tiny breeze that came dancing softly over the house-tops.
I saw her at once—one is always aware of the presence of the Fairy Queen.
I made my very best curtsey and she acknowledged it a little absent-mindedly.
"I want your advice this time," she said.
I smiled and shook my head deprecatingly.
"But how ...?" I began.