I have brought a letter from Mother to Miss Ware--and you must get your things packed up at once and come back with me by the six-o'clock train to town.

Then Uncle Jack and I will take you everywhere, and give you a splendid time, you dear little chap, here all by yourself." For a minute or two Shivers' face was radiant; then he caught sight of Bertie's down-drooped mouth, and turned to his Aunt.
"Dear Aunt Laura," he said, holding her hand very fast with his own, "I'm awfully sorry, but I can't go." "Can't go?
and why not ?" "Because I can't go and leave Fellowes here all alone," he said stoutly, though he could scarcely keep a suspicious quaver out of his voice.
"When I was going to be alone, Fellowes wrote and asked his Mother to let me go home with him, and she couldn't, because his sister has got scarlet fever, and they daren't have either of us; and he's got to stay here--and he's never been away at Christmas before--and--and--I can't go away and leave him by himself, Aunt Laura--and--" For the space of a moment or so, Mrs Desmond stared at the boy as if she could not believe her ears; then she caught hold of him and half smothered him with kisses.
"Bless you, you dear little chap, you shall not leave him; you shall bring him along and we'll all enjoy ourselves together.

What's his name ?--Bertie Fellowes.

Bertie, my man, you are not very old yet, so I'm going to teach you a lesson as well as ever I can--it is that kindness is never wasted in this world.

I'll go out now and telegraph to your Mother--I don't suppose she will refuse to let you come with us." A couple of hours later she returned in triumph, waving a telegram to the two excited boys.
"God bless you, yes, with all our hearts," it ran; "you have taken a load off our minds." And so Bertie Fellowes and Shivers found that there was such a thing as a fairy after all..