We used to pretend that the bookcase was enchanted and that if I only knew the spell I could open the door and step right into the room where Katie Maurice lived, instead of into Mrs.Thomas' shelves of preserves and china.

And then Katie Maurice would have taken me by the hand and led me out into a wonderful place, all flowers and sunshine and fairies, and we would have lived there happy for ever after.

When I went to live with Mrs.Hammond it just broke my heart to leave Katie Maurice.

She felt it dreadfully, too, I know she did, for she was crying when she kissed me good-bye through the bookcase door.

There was no bookcase at Mrs.Hammond's.