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The Little House
Thenanarmyofgardenersarrivedwithfairycartsandspadesandseedsandbulbsandforcing-houses,andsoontheyhadaflowergardentotherightoftheverandahandavegetablegardentotheleft,androsesandclematisonthewallsofthehouse,andinlesstimethanfiveminutesallthesedearthingswereinfullbloom.
Oh,howbeautifulthelittlehousewasnow!Butitwasatlastfinishedtrueastrue,andtheyhadtoleaveitandreturntothedance.Theyallkissedtheirhandstoitastheywentaway,andthelasttogowasBrownie.Shestayedamomentbehindtheotherstodropapleasantdreamdownthechimney.
AllthroughthenighttheexquisitelittlehousestoodthereintheFigstakingcareofMaimie,andsheneverknew.Shesleptuntilthedreamwasquitefinishedandwokefeelingdeliciouslycosyjustasmorningwasbreakingfromitsegg,andthenshealmostfellasleepagain,andthenshecalledout,“Tony,”forshethoughtshewasathomeinthenursery.AsTonymadenoanswer,shesatup,whereuponherheadhittheroof,anditopenedlikethelidofabox,andtoherbewildermentshesawallaroundhertheKensingtonGardenslyingdeepinsnow.Asshewasnotinthenurseryshewonderedwhetherthiswasreallyherself,soshepinchedhercheeks,andthensheknewitwasherself,andthisremindedherthatshewasinthemiddleofagreatadventure.
