Fairyland?" said Una. "Oh, dear, I thought it must be when
I came through the little door."

"The little door?" said the old lady. "Where is that?"

"The door in the wall," said Una. "I found it yesterday when I was in
the wood, and I thought it was one of the doors to Fairyland."

"Ah! the little door at the end of the apple walk," said the old lady
"I had almost forgotten it, it is so long since it has been used--and I
thought it was locked, too," she added, half to herself. "Edward," she
said, raising her voice a little as she spoke to the old gentleman,
"here is a little girl who has found her way into our garden thinking
it was Fairyland."

"And a very nice kind of Fairyland too," said the old gentleman,
"especially when this kind of little fairy comes to visit us," and he
held out his hand to Una kindly.

"You are the little girl from the Grange, are you not?" asked the old
lady; then, remembering some rather queer tales she had heard of the
new people at the Grange, she asked no more questions, but said that
tea would soon be ready, and invited Una to stay and have it with them.

After all it was almost as nice as being in Fairyland, Una thought, as
they sat under a large cherry tree covered with snowy blossoms, and
drank tea out of the thinnest of china cups, each one shaped like a
different flower, with a beetle or a bird or a butterfly for the
handle. The clearest of honeycomb was on the table, which the old
gentleman had sent for especially for Una; and the black puppy sat at
her side all tea-time, opening his wet, black mouth for tastes of bread
and butter, and rubbing his head against her knee if she forgot to give
him any.

When tea was over Una looked at the sun.

"Oh, dear," she said, "the sun is getting quite low, and Marie will
think I am lost."

"Dear, dear! We ought to have thought of that," said the old lady.
"Will not your father be anxious also?"

"Papa is away from home for a few days," said Una.

Then she made a little curtsey.

"May I go now, please?" she asked; and the old lady walked with her as
far as the little door.

"Come another afternoon to Fairyland," she said, as she stooped to kiss
the little girl.

Una promised readily, and only remembered when she was half way through
the wood that her father did not like her to visit at strange houses.

"I'll tell him where I've been directly he comes home to-morrow," she
thought.

But when she pushed her way through th