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      "Oh, do try again!" they said.

      "Well," said the Sand-fairy, "the fact is, I was keeping back a little strength to give the rest of you your wishes with. If you'll be contented with one wish a day among the lot of you I daresay I can screw myself up to it. Do you agree to that?"

      "Yes, oh yes!" said Jane and Anthea. The boys nodded. They did not believe the Sand-fairy could do it. You can always make girls believe things much easier than you can boys.

      It stretched out its eyes farther than ever, and swelled and swelled and swelled.

      "I do hope it won't hurt itself," said Anthea.

      "Or crack its skin," Robert said anxiously.

      Everyone was very much relieved when the Sand-fairy, after getting so big that it almost filled up the hole in the sand, suddenly let out its breath and went back to its proper size.

      "That's all right," it said, panting heavily. "It'll come easier to-morrow."

      "Did it hurt much?" said Anthea.

      "Only my poor whisker, thank you," said he, "but you're a kind and thoughtful child. Good day."

      It scratched suddenly and fiercely with its hands and feet, and disappeared in the sand.

      Then the children looked at each other, and each child suddenly found itself alone with three perfect strangers, all radiantly beautiful.

      They stood for some moments in silence. Each thought that its brothers and sisters had wandered off, and that these strange children had stolen up unnoticed while it was watching the swelling form of the Sand-fairy. Anthea spoke first—

      "Excuse me," she said very politely to Jane, who now had enormous blue eyes and a cloud of russet hair, "but have you seen two little boys and a little girl anywhere about?"

      "I was just going to ask you that," said Jane. And then Cyril cried—

      "Why, it's you! I know the hole in your pinafore! You are Jane, aren't you? And you're the Panther; I can see your dirty handkerchief that you forgot to change after you'd cut your thumb! The wish has come off, after all. I say, am I as handsome as you are?"

      "If you're Cyril, I liked you much better as you were before," said Anthea decidedly. "You look like the picture of the young chorister, with your golden hair; you'll die young, I shouldn't wonder. And if that's Robert, he's like an Italian organ-grinder. His hair's all black."

      "You two girls are like Christmas cards, then—that's all—silly Christmas cards," said Robert angrily. "And Jane's hair is simply carrots."

      It was indeed of that Venetian tint so much admired by artists.

      "Well, it's no use finding fault with each other," said Anthea; "let's get the Lamb and lug it home to dinner. The servants will admire us most awfully, you'll see."

      Baby was just waking up when they got to him, and not one of the children but was relieved to find that he at least was not as beautiful as the day, but just the same as usual.

      "I suppose he's too young to have wishes naturally," said Jane. "We shall have to mention him specially next time."

      Anthea ran forward and held out her arms.

      "Come, then," she said.

      The Baby looked at her disapprovingly, and put a sandy pink thumb in his mouth. Anthea was his favourite sister.

      "Come, then," she said.

      "G'way 'long!" said the Baby.

      "Come to own Pussy," said Jane.

      "Wants my Panty," said the Lamb dismally, and his lip trembled.

      "Here, come on, Veteran," said Robert, "come and have a yidey on Yobby's back."

      "Yah, narky narky boy," howled the Baby, giving way altogether. Then the children knew the worst. The Baby did not know them!

      They looked at each other in despair, and it was terrible to each, in this dire emergency, to meet only the beautiful eyes of perfect strangers, instead of the merry, friendly, commonplace, twinkling, jolly little eyes of its own brothers and sisters.

      "This is most truly awful," said Cyril when he had tried to lift up the Lamb, and the Lamb had scratched like a cat and bellowed like a bull! "We've got to make friends with him! I can't carry him home screaming like that. Fancy having to make friends with our own baby!—it's too silly."

      That, however, was exactly what they had to do. It took over an hour, and the task was not rendered any easier by the fact that the Lamb was by this time as hungry as a lion and as thirsty as a desert.

      At last he consented to allow these strangers to carry him home by turns, but as he refused to hold on to such new acquaintances he was a dead weight, and most exhausting.

      "Thank goodness, we're home!" said Jane, staggering through the iron gate to where Martha, the nursemaid, stood at the front door shading her eyes with her hand and looking out anxiously. "Here! Do take Baby!"

      Martha snatched the Baby from her arms.

      "Thanks be, he's safe back," she said. "Where are the others, and whoever to goodness gracious are all of you?"

      "We're us, of course," said Robert.

      "And who's Us, when you're at home?" asked Martha scornfully.

      "I tell you it's us, only we're beautiful as the day," said Cyril. "I'm Cyril, and these are the others, and we're jolly hungry. Let us in, and don't be a silly idiot."

      Martha merely dratted Cyril's impudence and tried to shut the door in his face.

      "I know we look different, but I'm Anthea, and we're so tired, and it's long past dinner-time."

      "Then go home to your dinners, whoever you are; and if our children put you up to this play-acting you can tell them from me they'll catch it, so they know what to expect!" With that she did bang the door. Cyril rang the bell violently. No answer. Presently cook put her head out of a bedroom window and said—

      "If you don't take yourselves off, and that precious sharp, I'll go and fetch the police." And she slammed down the window.

      "It's no good," said Anthea. "Oh, do, do come away before we get sent to prison!"

      The boys said it was nonsense, and the law of England couldn't put you in prison for just being as beautiful as the day, but all the same they followed the others out into the lane.

      "We shall be our proper selves after sunset, I suppose," said Jane.

      "I don't know," Cyril said sadly; "it mayn't be like that now—things have changed a good deal since Megatherium times."

      "Oh," cried Anthea suddenly, "perhaps we shall turn into stone at sunset, like the Megatheriums did, so that there mayn't be any of us left over for the next day."

      She began to cry, so did Jane. Even the boys turned pale. No one had the heart to say anything.

      It was a horrible afternoon. There was СКАЧАТЬ