"
"What sort of a little girl is she?" began Timmy, but his godfather cut
him short.
"Never mind what sort of a little girl she is--she's longing for a
visitor, and you will be the first one to see her since she's been ill."
He turned to Betty. "Perhaps you'd like to go in and see what sort of a
place it is? Meanwhile I'll open the gate and get the car through."
Betty and Timmy followed the woman through the kitchen of the lodge to a
bedroom, where lay a pale-faced little girl of six. On the patchwork
counterpane were a pair of scissors and a big sheet of paper. It was
evident that the child had been trying to amuse herself by cutting out
patterns. As the visitors came in, she sat up, and her little face
flushed with joy. Here was her dream come true! Here were some
visitors--a beautiful lady in a peculiarly lovely blue bonnet, and a
pleasant-looking young gentleman too!
Timmy, who was quite unshy, went up to her bedside. "Good-morning," he
said in a polite, old-fashioned way. "I'm sorry you're ill, and I hope
you'll soon be quite well. I've come to look after you while your mother
goes up to the house with my godfather and my sister. If you like, I'll
cut you some beautiful fairy figures out of that paper, and then we can
pretend they're dancing.
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