15. The Magic(8 / 11)
tenderly over t ;is purest alabaster encrusted ;
Soucly, a ure in a dream.
quot;My, aint it lovely!quot; whispered Becky.
quot;If ; Sara murmured. quot;t;--darting to trunk again. quot;I remember I sae.quot;
It issue paper, but tissue paper ed into ttle diso ornament tick more table covered runk. But Sara dre it, seeing er staring in deliged breath.
quot;t; sed, tic--quot;is it tille nourned into somet?quot;
quot;O; said Sara. quot;Quite different. It is a banquet ;
quot;My eye, miss!quot; ejaculated Becky. quot;A blanket all!quot; and surned to vie .
quot;A banquet ; said Sara. quot;A vast cs are given. It ed roof, and a minstrels gallery, and a is brilliant apers t;
quot;My eye, Miss Sara!quot; gasped Becky again.
taggering under t of arted back ion of joy. to enter from tside, and find ones self confronted by a totally unanticipated festal board, draped e napery, and o feel t tions indeed.
quot;O; s. 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 danc