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Poppypink sat up in bed and yawned. "Why is everybody getting up soearly?" she asked. "Is it a holiday?"
The older fairies were dressing themselves and brushing their long finehair. "Wonderwings is coming to see us," they said. "Jump up, littlePoppypink."
"Who is Wonderwings?" she asked.
"You will see when you are dressed. Hurry, or you will miss her."
"Oh dear! I am so sleepy," said Poppypink, and she yawned again. "Idon't care about8 Wonderwings." She snuggled down into the bedclothesagain, and went to sleep.
Presently she was awakened by the sound of the sweetest singing she hadever heard, and a flash of brilliant colour went past her window pane ofcrystal set in pearl.
"That must be Wonderwings," she said. "Oh, I must see her. I hope I amnot too late."
She sprang from bed and dressed so hurriedly that I am afraid her hairdid not receive its due amount of brushing. Then she ran out into thegarden.
The older fairies stood all in a group, saying loudly "I will go," and"I will go." And before them, scarcely touching the ground with the tipof her foot, stood poised a glorious fairy, taller than any other there.She was altogether beautiful; and her wings—as soon as Poppypink sawthem she knew why the visitor had been called Wonderwings. For theyreache