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“I wish a fairy godmother would come and make a Cinderella’s coach for
us out of this squash,” said Baby Bunnie one day.
“We can be our own fairy godmother,” said little Florence, as she
set to work to make the wish come true. Soon there stood before them
a wonderful coach made of that very squash—drawn by handsome peanut
horses—and in it rode a beautiful peanut Princess, while a little dark
raisin footman with toothpick arms and legs rode at the back on a seat
cut out for him. A hairpin was the axle which held the pasteboard
wheels in place.
The Princess was to drive straight to Lady Hollyhock’s, where the
footman would assist her in leaving the carriage.
You, too, can be your own fairy godmother, and if you wish to have a
great ball, at which all of Lady Hollyhock’s visitors may appear, not
through the touch of a wand, but through the touch of the hand—and all
of them will be so real that they will not fade away when the Princess
goes.
Would it not be best, after all, for every one of us to be our own
fairy godmothers, so that when we want very much to have anything
happen we can set things going to bring it about? Then the things
wished for will not vanish away at the stroke of a clock, but will be
ours always.
[Illustration: CINDERELLA IN HER COACH]
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THE COUNTRY LIFE PRESS
GARDEN CITY, N. Y.
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Transcriber’s Notes:
Obvious punctuation errors repaired.