A little voice suggested "Hunt the slipper."
"Oh, yes! that's right; let's play at hunt the slipper," cried all the youngest, clapping their hands and jumping up and down.
"I don't care for hunt the slipper," objected Amanda.
"Besides, we have not got a slipper," said the queen, "and I'm sure none of you shall take your shoes off, or you will catch cold."
"I wish we had a slipper," whimpered a little voice.
At that moment there popped down amongst them, as if it had been thrown from some high tree, a high-heeled silver slipper, studded with rubies and emeralds.
"Oh!" screamed all of them, starting back and forming a circle around it, "where did that come from?"
"Isn't it a beauty!" said one.
"How it sparkles!" said another.
"Why don't you pick it up?" said Edmund, nudging the little Teresa, who stood next to him.