as fast as possible.

"Put on those boots and that pair of dry stockings right away. Then
tuck as much cake and fruit into your pocket as it will hold. I'm
going to get you some flowers, and see if mamma is too busy to
attend to me."

With a nod and a smile, Belle flew about the room a minute; then
vanished, leaving Lizzie to her comfortable task, feeling as if
fairies still haunted the world as in the good old times.

When Belle came back with a handful of roses, she found Lizzie
absorbed in admiring contemplation of her new boots, as she ate
sponge-cake in a blissful sort of waking-dream.

"Mamma can't come; but I don't care about the hat. It will do very
well, and isn't worth fussing about. There, will those be of any use
to you?" And she offered the nosegay with a much happier face than
the one Lizzie first saw.

"Oh, miss, they're just lovely! I'll copy that pink rose as soon as
ever I can, and when I've learned how to do 'em tip-top, I'd like to
bring you some, if you don't mind," answered Lizzie, smiling all
over her face as she buried her nose luxuriously in the fragrant
mass.

"I'd like it very much, for I should think you'd have to be very
clever to make such pretty things. I really quite fancy those
rosebuds in my hat, now I know that you're going to learn how to
make them. Put an orange in your pocket, and the flowers in water as