Sally played with her doll, Mary, every day. Wherever
she went, she took Mary with her. Both of them had red hair.
One summer's day, Sally went to the flower garden to
play. Daisies, geraniums, roses, lady slippers and sunflowers grew,
lining the stone path with their colorful beauty. Sally's favorite were
the fairy slippers. She knew if she sat there long enough that a fairy
would appear near the flower and fly around the garden. While her mother
weeded and tended to the flowers, Sally played with her doll. “See the
flowers, Mary. Aren't they pretty?”
Sally's grandmother came to visit. “Hello,” she
called from the house. “Is anyone here?”
Sally jumped up and ran to her grandmother.
“Grandmother! I'm so glad you're here.”
Sally's mother wiped the dirt from her hands and went
into the house. “Since you're here, why don't the three of us go and get
some ice cream.”
“Ice cream? I love ice cream!” Sally held her
grandmother's hand and they walked down to the ice cream store. Sally
had forgotten about her doll, leaving it in the garden.
“What flavor do you want, Sally?” Grandmother asked
for pineapple sherbet. “You pick any kind you want.”
“I want bubblegum with maple pecan.” Sally's mouth
watered with the thought.
Her mother ordered a bowl of chocolate chip ice
The three of them sat at a table, eating ice cream
and watching people walk past. When they finished they went back to
Sally's house and the three of them watched a movie.
“Where's Mary? I forgot Mary,” Sally said. She jumped
off the chair and ran into the back garden. “Mary? Where are you?”
Grandmother came outside. “Where did you play with
“In the garden,” said Sally's mother.
“Yes, in the garden. I was sitting by the roses.”
Sally ran into the flowers. “She's not here. Mary's lost.”
“Sally, are you sure you were playing near the roses?
I thought I saw you near the sunflowers,” Mother said.
Sally ran to the sunflowers. She looked under every
nodding plant. “She's not here. Oh, Mary. Where are you?”
“Look at these pretty flowers,” Grandmother said.
“What kind are these?”
Sally's mother turned to see. “Oh, those are fairy
“Fairy slippers? I was playing near the fairy
slippers.” Sally fell to her knees and looked under the stems and
leaves. “Here she is! Here's Mary.” She picked up the doll, brushed the
dirt off and hugged the doll close. “I wished a fairy would come. I
Mother and Grandmother chuckled and went into the
Sally and Mary sat in the garden. She bent over to smell a flower.
Something flew past. “What was that? Was it a fairy, Mary?” She turned
to see what it was. “Silly me. It was a butterfly. Isn't it pretty
Sally went into the house and sat next to her
grandmother. “Do you believe in fairies, Grandmother?”
“Yes, I do, and maybe one day you'll see one.”
Grandmother winked at Sally.
“Maybe I will.” Sally smiled and hugged her doll.