Dorothy May was a dear little girl, whose soft eyes met yours with a twinkle in their brown depths. She was very fond of Cousin Ray, a bright-haired boy all curves and dimples, who lived quite near and often came to play with her. Of course the fairies loved them, because fairies love all children, and hover around them to whisper strange sounds in their childish ears and picture wonderful sights for their innocent eyes. At least Aunt Polly said so, and told beautiful stories to prove it. But there, if I am going to tell you about the adventures of these two little folks, I must begin with The Funny Pudding.

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