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twelve fairies to the mix didn’t seem such a bad idea.
    As Rosy had said, “This is turning out to be such a topsy-turvy Christmas, I won’t be surprised, no matter what happens.”
    So on the morning before Christmas, the great room at the Fairy Bell sisters’ house looked far from forlorn, even though there was no tree in the bay window and no wreath on the door. The presents the sisters had made for Tink and bought for one another at the Christmas Fair were wrapped in cheery paper and set out on the windowsill. Poppy came over that morning to help Sylva gather holly boughs to place in the rafters. “Tink won’t mind that,” said Poppy.

    â€œTink won’t mind anything!” said Sylva. “She’ll be so surprised when she gets here and finds so many fairy friends. She’ll make the party such a magical event!”
    â€œI’m sure it will be lovely whether Tink is here or not,” said Poppy. “You sisters have done so much already.”
    â€œOh, but Tink will put the magical touches on it all,” said Sylva. “Without her it’s just an ordinary tea party, but with her—it’s completely special.”
    Sylva and Poppy cut as many holly branches as they could manage without getting too scratched by the pointy leaves. They flew back to the Fairy Bell sisters’ fairy house with some difficulty. Not only were the boughs heavy in their arms, but the wind was blowing quite fiercely.
    â€œThat wind is really kicking up again,” said Poppy. “I hope it won’t blow Tink off course.”

    â€œTink is so close to Sheepskerry by now that a little wind won’t hurt,” said Sylva, even as she and her best friend had to fight the gusts. “She’ll be here in lots of time for the party. You wait and see.”
    Wait and see . Sylva wished she had never said those words. Because waiting and waiting and waiting and not seeing was exactly what she and Poppy did that day. It wasn’t so bad at breakfast time, as they knew Tinker Bell would not arrive in time for an early meal. But Tink had said the morning of Christmas Eve, and as the clock got closer and closer to noon, Sylva’s heart sank.
    â€œThe other fairies will be coming for our Welcome Home Tink party so soon!” Sylva cried as the clock struck three. “She hasn’t even arrived yet. We won’t get to see her for more than a few minutes before everybody else arrives. It’s not fair!”
    â€œWe might not get to see her at all at this rate,” said Goldie. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she just forgot—”
    â€œDon’t say such a thing, Goldie,” said Rosy, who was almost never cross. But between all this waiting for Tinker Bell, and Squeakie’s fussing, and Sylva’s chatter, even Rosy’s nerves were frayed.
    â€œYes, please, Goldie,” said Clara. “Things are difficult enough today, now that Sylva has invited a dozen fairies to a magical tea.”
    â€œNow it’s turned into twenty fairies, and I’ll say what I want,” said Goldie. “And it will probably turn out to be thirty fairies or more. All our fairy friends are bringing their fairy friends. We have about enough sandwiches and cakes for ten. Tink had better get here and get here fast.” And she flew up to her bedroom and slammed the door.
    â€œI’m not feeling very Christmassy,” said Sylva.
    â€œNo lolo,” said Squeak.
    â€œThat’s about the first thing she’s said that I’ve really understood this whole week,” said Rosy. “What do you suppose is going on with her?”
    â€œCan you please stop talking about Squeak when I’m the one who needs love and care?” said Sylva. “No one is paying attention to me!” And she flew up to her room.
    â€œWe can’t pay attention to you and take care of Squeak and make a party for