Letty and the Twins

had got quite used to the spectacle of the white-haired lady clad in a short skirt of stout tweed and heavy

ut an accident that might have been serious if i

ng to his big country house. It was built below the level of the ground with grassy terraces sloping up on each side, along the base of which beautiful birch trees had been planted. But the rich man lost all his money an

d a great longing to "explore" its depths, each for a different reason. Jane was sure that the fairies danced there and felt a breathless hope of one day

oshua could spare Jo Perkins to go with them. Jane rebelled at this, for she was sure the fairies would never appear before a great big boy of fourteen. But grandmother was firm on this

other manly topics while Jane skipped along in silence, her

nce at night in the moonlight; but I am sure fairies must love the sunshine, it is so bright and goldy-just like themselves

en the gleam of a fleeing fairy; the white tree trunks glimmered like pillars of silver. The silence was so great that to have it broken by the growl o

rted lane to themselves. They walked along the top of the bank, alert and watc

an' that comes out into Pete Hull's cow pasture. An' this basket's powerful heavy to lug so far. I s

t to the last turn, and then we

ce of golden sunshine and green grass. It was there that the poor rich man's house was to have stood

ation. Jo Perkins had already begun to unpack the basket and Christopher was watching him with his soul-or more literally his stomach-in his eyes, when Jane's attention was suddenly attra

Mrs. Hartwell-Jones was seated on the roots of an old birch tree, her back against the clay bank, the ye

e whole of my life! I have sprained my ankle and cannot move a step. The fairies m

d half a dozen doughnuts, to fortify him on the way, and bolted for home at top speed to fetch help. Jane and Christopher busied themselves in trying to make Mrs. Hartwell-Jones more comfortable. By leaning on Christopher's

thing dreadful if you catch cold in your hurt f

ted her foot, and even what she had been thinking about not to have noticed the rough place. Jane listened with interest and sympathy but she said nothing. Mrs. Hartwell-Jones's impulsive words: "I believe the fairies must have sent you" still rang in her ears. Had the fairies

she would have helped me watch for

believe i

to go off in such a hurry the other day. She looked so sad. You know her mother died and she told me on the train platform that da

ristopher cheerfully. "I don't see why you need be so sor

h and Judy. They were such cunn

ong," replied Mrs. Hartwell-Jones. "Do you suppose it coul

t of that!" exclaimed Jane in great exc

ty drive to the village. She was to come directly to Sunnycrest and there be nursed and cared for until her foot was well again. By the most wonderful good luck Dr. G

r in, and they drove rapidly away from the deserted lane, looking more mysterious than ever under the lengthe