THE ENCHANTED HAT
of the pillows. Then she gave me the slipper.
"We'll not haggle over a cobbler's license," she said.
I knelt and put on the slipper. Only one thing marred the completeness of my happiness: the slipper wasn't a blue one.
The girl stood up and shook the folds in her dress, then turned coldly on her brother.
"You are a disgrace to the family, Bob."
"Oh, fudge! Come on along to supper; it's ready, and I'm half starved."
Brothers don't belong, either.
"I wish you luck with the white slipper," said Betty, as she turned to leave.
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