"I see." His eyes twinkled. "I think I can fix you up." A moment
later he handed her a small bottle. "Just sprinkle this over the
carpet. It won't do any harm, and it smells like thunder. It costs a
quarter."

Carol frowned. "I suppose we'll have to take it," she said, "but it's
pretty expensive. I hate to have druggists get such a lot of money."

He laughed aloud. "I hate to have you get a good licking to-morrow,
too,--but you'll get it just the same, or I miss my guess."

When the twins arrived home, Fairy was just cutting the candy she had
made. "It's delicious," she said to Prudence. "Here's a nice dishful
for you and the girls.--Pitch in, twins, and help yourselves. It's
very nice."

The twins waved her haughtily away. "No, thank you," they said. "We
couldn't eat that candy with relish. We are unworthy."

"All right," Prudence put in quickly, as Fairy only laughed. "I'll put
it in the cupboard, and Fairy and I will eat it to-morrow. It's
perfectly fine,--simply delicious."

But the twins were not to be tempted. Before they went up-stairs, Lark
inquired sarcastically:

"I suppose, Fairy, you'll don your best blue silk in honor of this
event?"

"Oh, no," was the ready answer, "I'll just wear my little green muslin.