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Ll of tissue papers, and spent all the rest of the time between that and
supper in making a great kite for Teddy. He told the little boy that if
the next day were fine he would fly it for him, and that he might ask
some of the boys to come and help. Teddy had never seen such a large
kite before. When papa stood it up it was a great deal taller than the
little boy himself. The gold star that was pasted on where the sticks
crossed was just on a level with his eyes. So much seemed to have
happened that day that very soon after supper Teddy felt tired and was
quite willing to let mamma undress him and put him to bed. It felt very
good to lie down between the cool sheets again, and very soon Teddy's
eyelids began to blink heavily, and he was already drifting off into
that blissful feeling that comes just as one is going to sleep, when he
became dimly conscious of a faint sound of music. At first, half asleep
as he was, he thought that it must be little Cousin Harriett winding up
the music-box in the room, and then he suddenly started into
consciousness with the remembrance that he was alone and that it
couldn't be Cousin Harriett. She was at home; in bed perhaps, already.
The music seemed to sound quite near him, and it was very sweet and
soft. Now that he was awake it sounded more like the voice of the
singing garden than anything else. Suddenly a faint rosy light appeared
at the foot of the bed, and standing in it was the most beautiful lady
that Teddy had ever seen. She was quite tall,--as tall as his own
mother, and not even the fairy Rosine, or the Bird-maiden,--no, nor the
Princess Aureline herself, had been half as beautiful. But though the
lady was so lovely there was something very familiar about her face.
"Why, Counterpane Fairy!" cried Teddy. The Counterpane Fairy, for it was
indeed she, did not speak, but smiling at Teddy she moved softly and
smoothly, as though swept along by the music to the side of the bed,
and, still smiling, she bent above the little boy. As he looked up into
the face that leaned above him, it seemed to change in some strange way,
and now it was the old Italian woman who