faded gingham to a golden gown, and shimmered on the bright tin pan
as if it were a silver shield.  Old Rover lay at her feet, the white
kitten purred on her shoulder, and friendly robins hopped about her
in the grass, chirping "A happy birthday, Marjorie!" 

But the little maid neither saw nor heard, for her eyes were fixed
on the green pods, and her thoughts were far away.  She was recalling
the fairy-tale granny told her last night, and wishing with all her
heart that such things happened nowadays.  For in this story, as a
poor girl like herself sat spinning before the door, a Brownie came
by, and gave the child a good-luck penny; then a fairy passed, and
left a talisman which would keep her always happy; and last of all,
the prince rolled up in his chariot, and took her away to reign with
him over a lovely kingdom, as a reward for her many kindnesses to
others. 

When Marjorie imagined this part of the story, it was impossible to
help giving one little sigh, and for a minute she forgot her work,
so busy was she thinking what beautiful presents she would give to
all the poor children in her realm when THEY had birthdays.  Five