for such things.

Then he opened the thistle. Dear me! It was crammed full of clothes for
himself and his mother, with sheets, tablecloths, and napkins, all of
fine linen. Was there ever anything known like it!

While they were admiring these wonders, the busy-bee-men, who had
popped out of the snuff box, had prepared an excellent dinner of roast
beef and pumpkin pie; and while Mark and his mother were eating it, what
should march past the pretty bay window, which opened to the floor, but
two fine cows, one fine horse, a great rooster, and twenty hens;
turkeys, geese, and ducks; all lowing and neighing, and crowing, and
cackling, and gobbling, and hissing, and quacking, enough to take your
head off; but Mark and his mother and the fairy seemed to like it, for
they clapped their hands and laughed so loud that--

* * * * *

"Why, Mark!" cried a cheery, laughing voice, "do you mean to sleep a
week?"

Mark started up wildly and looked about him. What did it mean? He was in
his own little bed, in his own little room!

"Where is the fairy Benevolence?" he said, looking perfectly bewildered.

Harry shouted with laughter. "Why, Mark, are you cracked? What has made
you sleep so soundly? Father and I came here last evening, about an hour
after dark, and found you fast asleep, sitting at your mother's bedside.

"'Poor, tired little chap, he has watched with his mother, till he is
worn out,' said father; and he took you gently in his arms and laid you
down here. Then he sat by your mother's bedside some time, to watch the
effect of some famous medicine he gave her; and when she was in a
pleasant sleep, he and I went home.

"But we came here this morning early, and found your mother much better,
and you, you little monkey, still as sound as a top.

"I've been making your mother's room more comfortable; and Betty,
mamma's maid, has brought a great basket full of all sorts of nice
things for her. Come and see her; she looks real bright! she is getting
well already."

Little Mark had listened, with his senses getting clearer every minute,
and at last he understood, with a sigh of disappointment, that his
wonderful adventures and the fairy Benevolence _were only a dream_. He
was almost crying as he said, "Oh, Mr. Harry, if you knew what I had
been dreaming, you would be sorry for me. I was so sure it was all true
about the fairy Benevolence."

"So it is," laughed Harry; "only the fairy has g