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green-and-orange bandanna. The one she had been making fun of with Avery at the Stitch sisters’ stand.
    â€œYou really thought I’d like this?” said Goldie. She was close to tears.
    â€œAt first I didn’t really believe that you and Avery would even notice such a thing, but then you talked about it so much I knew you really meant it,” Sylva said. She was so happy with her gift that she didn’t notice Goldie’s eyes were glistening. “You’re so good at accessorizing, Goldie. I know you’ll make this look fabulous somehow.” She gave Goldie a big hug. “I’m so happy I could get you exactly what you wanted for Christmas!”
    Goldie gave Sylva a hug back. “Merry Christmas, Sylva,” said Goldie softly.
    Clara saw Goldie brush away a tear, and her heart melted. She whispered something to Sylva, who whispered to Rosy, who nodded.
    â€œWhat is it?” asked Goldie.
    â€œWait there just one minute . . . ,” said Sylva. She flew over to the stack of Christmas ornaments laid out for Tinker Bell and pulled something out from the bottom. “It’s the second part of your present,” said Sylva, her face shining. “We’re giving you the Christmas tree skirt, Goldie!”
    â€œBut that belongs to everyone,” said Goldie.
    â€œNot now!” said Clara.
    â€œTry it on, Goldie,” said Rosy.
    â€œReally?” asked Goldie.
    â€œYes, please!” said her sisters.
    Goldie whipped the elegant Christmas tree skirt around her waist. She tied a bow in the back. The golden fabric glowed in the firelight and caught the light in Goldie’s long hair.
    The sisters had seen that tree skirt around the Christmas tree for years, but on Goldie it took on new life.
    â€œYou’re gorgeous!” said Clara simply.
    â€œOh, thank you!” cried Goldie. “Thank you, all!”
    The four Fairy Bell sisters sat in the glow of the dying fire. There was no tree, just a few gifts, no Christmas feast, and Tink had not come. And yet, this was the best Christmas they had ever had.
    â€œShall we get ready for bed now?” asked Clara. “Tomorrow’s Christmas Day. We’ll visit everyone in the fairy village—”
    â€œAnd we’ll feast at Queen Mab’s palace,” said Sylva.
    â€œAnd we’ll help Squeakie open all her presents when she wakes up bright and early. Won’t we, Squeak?”
    The sisters got up to look into Squeak’s fairy crib. “She must have been awfully tired. I haven’t heard a peep from her for ages,” said Clara.
    â€œAre you asleep, Squeak?” asked Rosy softly as she leaned over the crib. “Or are you—”
    Rosy let out a gasp.
    â€œOh no! Oh no!” she cried. “Squeak’s gone!”

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    C lara, Rosy, Goldie, and Sylva looked all over their fairy house for baby Squeak. They did not find her. Anywhere.
    â€œShe must be hiding somewhere to play a trick on us. Squeak, come on now. It’s not funny anymore. Where are you?”
    â€œShe’s not here, Clara,” said Rosy. “I can feel it. She’s gone. I don’t know how or what has happened, but she has gone.”
    â€œIf she’s gone, she can’t have gone far. She’s too tiny. She must have crawled under one of the beds. Sylva, go check again.”
    Sylva flew upstairs to the bedrooms, but Rosy felt in her fairy wingtips that something was not right. Squeak had been acting so strangely for the past few weeks. “I should have known something was the matter with her. What did she want me to know?” Rosy’s wings kept quivering. “She was trying to tell me something. But what?”
    Some instinct made Rosy go to the back door of the fairy house. “Clara, look. It’s open a crack. She went outside for some reason. Oh, it’s freezing out there.” Clara took one step out the door and knew Rosy was