22 The Fairy Godmothers.

let me introduce you to a beautiful little boudoir or
up-ftairs fitting-room adjoining an equally pretty
fleeping apartment in a magnificent houfe in a
town. The paflages are carpeted all over, and fo
are the boudoir and the fleeping-room, and they
are furnifhed with fofas, eafy chairs, and every de-
fcription of luxurious comfort; and all this for the
accommodation of a little girl of ten years old, who
in one of the eafy chairs is lying back in front of
the fire, with her tiny feet on a bright brafs fender.
She has a gold watch in her hand, which is fuf-
pended round her neck by a chain of the fame
material, and fhe is playing with it, and with the
feals, and pretty ornaments hung to it, that jingle
as fhe moves her hand. Ever and anon the
glances at the face of the watch.

But life is very eafy to her, and the chair is very
foft, and her feet are very warm. At laft, how-
ever, fhe gets up and rings a filver bell that is on
the mantel-piece. A fervant anfwers the fum-
mons. ‘It is time for me to drefs, I believe,
Annette ; the company are expected to-day at half
paft fix. Has my new frock come home ?”

“¢ ‘Yes, Mifs.”

“© Let me look at it.”

A delicate blue fatin, trimmed with the fineft
lace, is produced from a band-box.

“‘ It is very pretty, I think, Annette.”

“¢ It is downright beautiful, Mifs.”

“And fo expenfive,” purfued the little girl
whofe name was Julia, “ that I don’t think any