ee that fairy godmother.
Marilla needs good care, she isn't very strong, but there is happiness
in every pulse of her small body. I wish we could keep her."

The next morning the children had to kiss her half a dozen times
before they went to school, and make her promise over and over again
that she would not let Dr. Richards take her home. While Mrs. Warren
was doing up her morning's work Marilla wrote her letter to Miss
Armitage, who smiled over the thrill of delight that ran through it.
Aunt Grace was so sweet and lovely and she couldn't describe the girls
for she didn't know any words that were beautiful enough and good
enough to apply to them. Jessie was a real little beauty with the most
wonderful eyes that were like brown velvet and sunshine, and she
didn't know father's could be so sweet as Uncle Warren. Maybe Mr.
Borden would love the twins that way when they grew older. They might
be prettier then. But her dear fairy godmother lived in her mind all
the time, she wanted her to see and hear everything. There would be so
much to tell her that she couldn't write.

It was a wonderful day to Marilla. Such splendid stores and gowns that
were fit for queens. Such beautiful dishes and jewelry, such stacks of
books; and, oh, such dolls holding out their hands with a pleading
look in their eyes. She could hardly tear herself away. Was she too
big to have a doll?

Then they went into a cozy place and had a dainty lunch, only it did
seem as if Marilla was too happy to eat. If fairy godmother were only
here!

Afterward they went to the Eden Musee. You had to ride from place to
place; why, it was full of strange people who never stirred. They
could not be dead! What _was_ the matter with them? The wonder in her
eyes made Mrs. Warren smile. Some were funny, too; you wanted to laugh
with them. Marilla sat down in perfect despair as if she had gone to
some strange country.

"I don't see how they can make them just like folks," she said. "You
feel almost sure they are going to speak to you."

A very tired little girl it was who came home, but it was such a
pleasant, happy tired she didn't mind. It wasn't like dragging the
heavy babies around. Aunt Grace made her lie down on the lounge and
the girls gathered round her talking it over. They had been several
times.

Then Dr. Richards came in and they had such a delightful time. Why the
whole world of pleasure was fairy land when you come to think of it.
"And there's the H