So Sara told her, and because her Magic helped her she made her ALMOST see it all: the golden platters—the vaulted spaces—the blazing logs—the twinkling waxen tapers. As the things were taken out of the hamper—the frosted cakes—the fruits—the bonbons and the wine—the feast became a splendid thing.
“It’s like a real party!” cried Ermengarde.
“It’s like a queen’s table,” sighed Becky.
Then Ermengarde had a sudden brilliant thought.
So Sara told her, and because her Magic helped her she made her ALMOST see it all: the golden platters—the vaulted spaces—the blazing logs—the twinkling waxen tapers. As the things were taken out of the hamper—the frosted cakes—the fruits—the bonbons and the wine—the feast became a splendid thing.
“It’s like a real party!” cried Ermengarde.
“It’s like a queen’s table,” sighed Becky.
Then Ermengarde had a sudden brilliant thought.
