Читать книгу The Fairy Bell Sisters: Hearts and Flowers for Clara - Margaret McNamara - Страница 10

Clara tucked the memory of Queen Mab’s words into a pocket of her mind and flew in through the doorway of the Bell sisters’ fairy house. She was thinking about her growing magic as the sisters sat around the fire together that evening.

“Rosie, I think you’d better finish your homework and stop writing that letter to Lulu,” said Clara. “You’re falling behind in Troll Tracks again.”

“I just want to tell her about the Valentine’s Games,” said Rosie. Lulu was Rosie’s friend – a real human child who believed in fairies (like someone else you might know). “I’ve written to her about the sack races and the long jump and the three-legged race and the tossing of the branches.” She looked over her letter. It was already four pages long. “Now I need to tell her about the swim round the island. I hope the dolphins join in again.”

“There’s a baby dolphin this year,” said Silver, who was trimming some lace. “Have you seen her? She’s getting so fast! Poppy and I have named her Speedy.”

“That’s a cute name,” said Lily.

“I know! Poppy wanted to name her Bluey but I told her my name was better.”

“Bluey’s nice too,” said Rosie. “But whatever she’s called, that little dolphin is the sweetest thing ever.”

“Coomada!” said Squeak.

“Yes, we all love babies, don’t we, Squeakie?” said Clara. She gave Squeak a big hug and looked over at Lily, who was deep in a pile of silk scarves. “How are Fairy Fractions going?”

“Humph,” said Lily.

“I love Fairy Fractions,” said Silver. “Three-fifths of a starfish plus two-fifths of a starfish equals one whole starfish!”

“Very good,” said Clara. “Lily, since you’re not doing your homework, can you please get Squeakie into her pyjamas?”

“Not right now,” said Lily. “I’m choosing a scarf to wear to the Games tomorrow.” She picked one out from the pile. “This looks good with my sky-blue eyes, don’t you think?” she asked the mirror, which did not reply. (Mirrors on Sheepskerry are not enchanted.)

Clara glanced at her sister and caught sight of her own reflection.

“You look nice tonight, Clara,” said Silver. “Did you polish your wings?”

Clara had not polished her wings. She had not changed a thing about herself. And yet her long, dark hair was shinier than ever. Her skin almost glowed. And her eyes, always a deep brown, seemed to be flecked with gold.

Perhaps her newfound magic was giving her a glow from inside.