ildren
come from?"

"We found a note in a bottle and traveled up the stream until we came to
your little cottage," they answered.

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"But won't your mamas and daddies be worried because you have been away
from home so long?" Sally Migrundy asked.

"We are orphans," the children said.

Then Sally Migrundy kissed them and asked them into her tiny cottage.

The door was so small the children had to get down upon their hands and
knees to crawl through. But when they got inside they were surprised to
find that the rooms were very large. In fact, Sally Migrundy's living
room was larger inside than the whole little cottage was on the outside,
for, as you have probably guessed, Sally Migrundy's cottage was a magic
house.

And in one corner of the living room there was a queer stand with a
silver stem sticking up through the center, and the stem curved over and
down towards five or six little crystal glasses.

It was a magic soda fountain, as the children soon found out, and they
could have all the soda water they wished at any time.

In another room were two little snow white beds. These belonged to them,
Sally Migrundy told the children. As you have probably guessed, the
magic cottage took care to make everything comfortable for those who
came inside.

And when Sally Migrundy had shown the children their pretty bed room
she took them to the dining room and there they found a table which had
everything nice to eat upon it. And so the children ate and ate and ate,
for the magic table knew just what the person wished for who sat at
it. So you may be sure there were plenty of cookies and ice cream and
candies and golden doughnuts and everything.

So the two little orphan children lived all the time with Sally
Migrundy. And each morning when they tumbled, laughing and shouting, out
of their little snow white beds, they found underneath a new present. So
each morning they had a new toy to play with, for the magic beds knew
just what a child would like most each day.

Sally Migrundy was very, very glad the children had come to live with
her, so she wrote more notes and sent them down the singing stream, and
more and more children came until Sally Migrundy's house was very, very
large inside, but still the same tiny little cottage on the outside. The
singing and happy laughter of the children echoed through the whispering
forest all day, and the ground about the cottage was filled with toys
and playthings