gown of warm browns and reds, and even her stockings and slippers were
nice and dainty.

"Perhaps some one has left her a fortune," one of the girls whispered.
"I always thought something would happen to her, she is so queer."

That night when Sara went to her room she carried out a plan she had
been devising for some time. She wrote a note to her unknown friend. It
ran as follows:


"I hope you will not think it is not polite that I should write this
note to you when you wish to keep yourself a secret, but I do not mean
to be impolite, or to try to find out at all, only I want to thank you
for being so kind to me--so beautiful kind, and making everything like a
fairy story. I am so grateful to you and I am so happy! I used to be so
lonely and cold and, hungry, and now, oh, just think what you have done
for me! Please let me say just these words. It seems as if I ought to
say them. Thank you--thank you--thank you!

"THE LITTLE GIRL IN THE ATTIC."


The next morning she left this on the little table, and it was taken
away with the other things; so she felt sure the magician had received
it, and she was happier for the thought.

A few nights later a very odd thing happened. She found something in the
room which she certainly would never have expected. When she came in
as usual she saw something small and dark in her chair,--an odd, tiny