quot;You are t girl I ever sa;

    quot;Isnt it nice?quot; said Sara. quot;t of my old trunk. I asked my Magic, and it told me to go and look.quot;

    quot;But o; cried Becky, quot; till sold you  just--oell ; appealing to Sara.

    So Sara told  see it all: tters--ted spaces--tapers. As taken out of ted cakes--ts--t became a splendid thing.

    quot;Its like a real party!quot; cried Ermengarde.

    quot;Its like a queens table,quot; sighed Becky.

    t t.

    quot;Ill tell you ; s;Pretend you are a princess no.quot;

    quot;But its your feast,quot; said Sara; quot;you must be t;

    quot;O,quot; said Ermengarde. quot;Im too fat, and I dont know ;

    quot;ell, if you  me to,quot; said Sara.

    But suddenly s of someto ty grate.

    quot;t of paper and rubbisuffed in ; s;If  blaze for a fees, and ; Sruck a matced it up  specious glohe room.

    quot;By time it stops blazing,quot; Sara said, quot; its not being real.quot;

    Sood in the dancing glow and smiled.

    quot;Doesnt it look real?quot; s;Noy.quot;

    So table. So Ermengarde and Becky. S of her dream.

    quot;Advance, fair damsels,quot; s;and be seated at t table. My noble fat on a long journey, o feast you.quot; Surned ly to;, rels! Strike up ; so Ermengarde and Becky, quot;alo play at ts. Pretend trel gallery up t;

    time to take to t one of time to do more,  and turned pale faces toening--listening.

    Someone airs. take about it. Eacing tread and kn