The Fairy Godmothers. 31

Neither you nor I, my dears, ever heard a fairy-
laugh. Doubtlefs it is a {weet and mufical found.
You can perhaps fancy it? Well then, do fancy
it, and how it rang in filver peals when our fairy
friends, on entering the laft nurfery they had to
vifit, found Ambrofia’s protegée in a flood of angry
tears, ftamping her foot on the ground in a paffion!
*¢ You naughty naughty girl !” exclaimed the old
Nurfe, ‘‘ you’ll wake the baby and make your own
eyes fo red you won’t be fit to be feen to night by
the company !” |

“I don’t care about my eyes being red, tho’
I don’t want to wake the poor baby,” fobbed the
little girl, flightly foftening her wrath: “ but the
cat has unravelled all the ftocking I have been
knitting at for fo many days, and I had nearly juft
finifhed it, and now it’s all fpoilt ;” and fhe roared
with vexation. ‘‘ Mifs Hermione, if you go on
fo I fhall certainly fend for your Mamma, and the
baby will be quite poorly, he will! and we fhall
know who made him fo,” added Nurfe triumph-
antly. ‘ I can’t make the baby poorly with cry-
ing, Nurfe, fo that’s nonfenfe you know,” obferved
Hermione ; “ but I didn’t mean to difturb ‘him ;
only my ftocking is gone, and I don’t know what
to do.” And here fhe fobbed afreth.

“© Do! why ain’t you going down to the ladies,
and can’t you be brufhing your hair and wafhing
your face and getting ready?” ‘* But it ifn’t time.”
© Well, but can’t you get ready before the time a
little? and then, when you’re dreffed and look fo