The house was exactly the size of Maimie and perfectly lovely. One of
her arms was extended and this had bothered them for a second, but
they built a verandah round it, leading to the front door. The
windows were the size of a coloured picture-book and the door rather
smaller, but it would be easy for her to get out by taking off the
roof. The fairies, as is their custom, clapped their hands with
delight over their cleverness, and they were all so madly in love with
the little house that they could not bear to think they had finished
it. So they gave it ever so many little extra touches, and even then
they added more extra touches.

For instance, two of them ran up a ladder and put on a chimney.

"Now we fear it is quite finished," they sighed.

But no, for another two ran up the ladder, and tied some smoke to the
chimney.

"That certainly finishes it," they cried reluctantly.

"Not at all," cried a glow-worm, "if she were to wake without seeing a
night-light she might be frightened, so I shall be her night-light."

"Wait one moment," said a china merchant, "and I shall make you a
saucer."

Now alas, it was absolutely finished.

Oh, dear no!