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wrapped it in a tea towel, see?”
    â€œOoh, I love it, Rosy,” said Clara.

    â€œIt’s part of your present,” said Rosy.
    Clara secretly hoped that Rosy’s entire Secret Christmas Fairy gift was not going to be about drying dishes, but she didn’t say anything in case that’s what Rosy had chosen for her.
    When she opened up the tea towel, she could hardly believe her eyes.
    â€œIt’s the shawl I wanted, from the Cobweb sisters! Oh, Rosy, how did you do that? It cost far more than three polished stones.”
    â€œThe Cobwebs were kind,” said Rosy. “They gave me the pattern, and I crocheted it myself. Don’t look too closely!” She did not say that she had been up hours every night since the Christmas Fair finishing the shawl for Clara. Her reward was the happiness on Clara’s face.
    Clara wrapped the shawl around her slender shoulders. Its warm turquoises and corals set off her dark skin and dark eyes. “You should wear that at the next Valentine’s Games!” said Sylva. “Rowan won’t be able to take his eyes off you!”
    â€œHe already has trouble doing that,” said Goldie.
    Clara’s cheeks flushed. “How about you, Rosy? Here’s one for you! I was your Secret Christmas Fairy.”
    Rosy looked at the tiny package in front of her.
    â€œThree stones is not a whole lot to work with,” said Clara.
    â€œOh, I love tiny packages, you know that, Clara,” said Rosy. “I just like to take my time.” She gave her big sister a hug, then unwrapped the little box to find sweet shell earrings inside.
    â€œThis was just what I’d hoped for,” she said. “How did you know?”
    â€œI wanted to get you coral, but the mermaids wouldn’t cooperate,” said Clara. “I had to make these myself, so if they’re a little clumsy, you’ll know why.”

    â€œI think they’re lovely,” said Rosy, slipping the earrings on. “I wouldn’t have wanted coral, anyway.” That was only a little bit of a fib. “These suit me perfectly.” She gave Clara another hug. Her big sister loved her so much.
    â€œI know I said I’d go last, but can I go next?” asked Sylva. “I can’t wait anymore!”
    â€œOf course you can go next,” said Clara. A tree branch rattled against the windowpane. “Just listen to that wind.”
    â€œI know. It’s really howling,” said Rosy. “It almost sounds like a cat or a bird or—”
    â€œNo one would be out on a night like this, Rosy,” said Clara.
    Goldie handed Sylva her present. “It’s not much,” said Goldie. “But I hope you like it.”
    â€œThis paper is amazing!” said Sylva. “It’s practically a present itself.”
    â€œI designed it myself,” said Goldie. “It’s part of my line.”
    â€œLet’s see what’s inside,” said Sylva. She peeked into the package. “Oh! It’s laces for my fairy running shoes!” she said. “I love these, I love these,” she sang. “They are perfect colors and just what I wanted. I’m going to put them on right now!” She flew over to the mudroom and fetched her running shoes. The new laces were tied up in no time. “These look great!” said Sylva, admiring them on her feet. “Thank you, Goldie. Merry Christmas!”
    Goldie began to feel a little bit better about the presents her sisters were getting for Christmas. Maybe Sylva, too, had picked out the perfect present at the Christmas Fair. There were so many things that could have been perfect for me, she thought.
    â€œOpen yours, Goldie!” said Sylva. “Open yours!”
    Goldie tore through the wrapping paper, which had been haphazardly put on by Sylva. “It’s just what you wanted, isn’t it? You said, you said!”
    Goldie’s face fell. It was the secondhand