"I'll tell you that presently. But it seems, from what this fairy
said, that there are a great number of your fairies with gifts for you,
all waiting quite impatiently to be found. She says that it is
considered quite 'ordinary' now, to send all of a great gift by one
fairy--yes, and not at all safe. For if that one fairy should miss you
and you should not find her, you'd be left terribly unprovided for, you
see. So the gift is usually divided into many parts, and a different
fairy has each part. Now, the gift of beauty, for instance; she is one
of the fairies who has that gift for you."

Mary Alice's eyes opened wide. Her belief in this wonderful Godmother
was such that she was almost prepared to see Godmother wave a wand and
command her to become beautiful--and then, on looking into a mirror, to
find that she was so. "What did she say?" she managed at last to gasp.

"She said: 'Has she pretty hair?' And I answered, 'Yes.' 'Then,' the
fairy went on, 'the one who had that gift must have got to the
christening, somehow. Maybe the mother wished for her--and that is as
good as an invitation.'"

"She did!" cried Mary Alice. "She's always said she watched me so
anxiously when I was a wee baby, hoping I'd have pretty hair."

"Well, that's evidently how that fairy got to you. But it seems there
were two. This one I saw to-day says there are two beauties in 'most
everything--but especially in hair--one is in the thing itself and the
other is in knowing what to do with it. It seems she is the 'what to
do' fairy."

And so she proved to be. For, when she came to luncheon next day, she