Carolyn Wells

“ All is lost unless it be conveyed hither with neatness and despatch. And, before you go, please hand me my gold crown, which is on the bureau."
"I don't see it, your Highness. There's nothing here but brushes and hair-pins."
"What! has my crown been stolen? Alack-a-day! what shall I do? Bring me then a bunch of goldenrod, and we may devise a temporary coronet that shall at least proclaim my rank and station. Disappear!" and Millicent waved her hands with such an impressive gesture that Rosie shot out of the door as if under the influence of a real enchantment. ”

“ And that is how it happened that the mystified Rosie waited alone in the silent kitchen until she could stand it no longer, and resolved to take her hat and go home. But first she thought she would go upstairs and make sure that the fairy-like "Miss Margreet" had not reappeared in the same mysterious fashion in which she must have taken her departure.
But no; she found the room still empty.
Uncertain what to do, she opened the door of the next room, and there were Millicent and Marjorie, who had returned to bed and to sleep, just waking up, startled at the sudden apparition. ”

“ Fetch, I prithee, a flagon of morning milk for me and for my gold-stick, who is, alas! dumb and all unable to speak for herself. Make also a plate of golden toast, arrange neatly on a tray, and fly upstairs with it, that I may nibble the portion in all its pristine hotness. ”