with fruits and vegetables (Launcelot had raised them),
and on top of one basket was a box of candy (Anne sat up to make it),
and on the other a package of raisin cookies (from the little
grandmother).

The little McSwiggins squealed and gurgled with delight, and then ate
as only people can who have seen the gaunt wolf of starvation at the
door, and as they ate they asked the question unceasingly:

"Who sent it?"

"They's a letter tied to her horn," volunteered Johnny McSwiggins after
he had devoured two cookies and three sandwiches and a chicken leg. "I
seen it."

They found it under the roses, and when they opened it, there dropped
out two yellow-backed bills (from the Judge and the Captain), and a
note (and that was from Judy), and the note said:

"I waved my wand and commanded that Sweetheart be brought back to you.
Also these other gifts. If you wish to keep them, and to keep my
favor, you must never ask whence they came.

"Your guardian fairy,
"JUANNLOT."

Then all the little McSwiggins stared, and the littlest
McSwiggins--except the baby, asked, "Was it really a fairy, mother?"
and Mrs. McSwiggins wiped her eyes and sobbed, "I reckon it was,
honey," but Mary McSwiggins with her eyes shining as they had never
shone before in her sad little life said softly to her mother, "I'll
bet it was them girls and that Bart boy. I'll bet it was--"

"What girls?" asked Mrs. McSwiggins.

"Them girls down at the Judge's in the big house. They wears white
dresses, and one's got yaller hair and the other's got brown, and I was
behin' the fence yustiddy when they was pickin' flowers, and that's how
I foun' out they names--the dark one's Judy, and the light one's
Anne--and the boy's named Launcelot. And that's how they got that
fairy name--you look here," and she held up the note to her mother,
"'Ju--ann--lot'--it's jes' them names strung together."

"Well, now," said Mrs. McSwiggins, "if that ain' bright, honey. But I
don't know's we ought to take all them things."

"Sweetheart ain't goin' away from yer no more," said Mary, firmly, "and
they'd feel mighty bad if we didn't take the other things."

"Well, mebbe they would," said Mrs. McSwiggins, "and anyhow they's
saved us from the po'house, and that's a fact, Mary, and don' you
forgit it when you say yo' prayers."

Far down the road the Mysterious Four gloated over their success.

"Wasn't it fun?" gasped Anne.

"Here's to the fairy Juannlot," cried La