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in there.” Dr. Griffiths looked up and saw Lizzy soaring overhead, trailing a sparkling cloud of pixie dust.
He reeled back, amazed. “What in the world … ?”
Lizzy floated down and hovered beside him.
“Lizzy!” he breathed. “You … you … you’re … flying !”
“Yes, I am.”
“But how? How are you doing that?”
Tinker Bell flew up near Lizzy’s face as she alighted on the ground.
“My friends showed me how.”
One by one, all of the fairies emerged from the pockets and folds of Lizzy’s rain slicker. After their long ride under cover, they were dry enough to fly again.
“I don’t understand,” Dr. Griffiths said plaintively.
“You don’t have to understand,” Lizzy told him kindly. “You just have to believe.”
Slowly, so as not to frighten him, the fairies flew closer to Dr. Griffiths, circling him and illuminating him with the glow of pixie dust.
“I do believe,” he said softly. “I do believe.”
Dr. Griffiths opened his arms, inviting Lizzy to rush into them for a big hug. “Oh, Lizzy, I’m so sorry. So very sorry. I’ll never doubt you again.”
After a few moments, he let her go and held up the jar. He began to open it, then held it out to Lizzy. “Will you do the honors?”
Lizzy eagerly accepted the jar and opened the top. Vidia flew out at once and immediately found herself engulfed in a group fairy hug.
“Vidia!” Tinker Bell exclaimed happily.
The fairies celebrated by frolicking in a circle around Dr. Griffiths and Lizzy, turning their little orbit bright with joy.
Then the fairies began sprinkling the humans with clouds of sparkling, twinkling fairy dust.
“Whoaaaa! Whoaaa!” Dr. Griffiths cried in alarm and wonder as he and Lizzy began to rise into the air. “ Whoooaaaa! Careful!”
“Lift your arms!” Lizzy instructed. “And kick your feet!”
Dr. Griffiths slowly raised his arms and hesitantly kicked his feet.
Lizzy shouted encouragement. “You’re doing it, Father! You’re doing it!”
Dr. Griffiths’s face broke into a broad grin. “Why, I think I’m getting the hang of it. Yes. Why, I’m flying !” he shouted, his voice full of joy. This was amazing!
Soon he and Lizzy were swooping and capering through the sky over London.
Tinker Bell sat cross-legged on the edge of a red-andwhite-checkered cloth. Not far away sat Dr. Griffiths and Lizzy.
“Hey, Tink.” Vidia flew down and sat beside her. “So, you ever been to one of these before?”
“Yeah,” Tinker Bell answered. “Once. It’s pretty fun.”
“What are you supposed to do?” Vidia asked.
“Oh, it’s easy,” Tinker Bell explained. “You just pick this up.” She picked up a tiny teacup and motioned to Vidia to do the same. Vidia picked up another cup and looked again at Tinker Bell for instruction.
“You hold it out …”
“Got it.”
“Now, just raise your pinky, like this.” Tinker Bell extended her pinky finger, and Vidia did the same.
“Then you say”—Tinker Bell mimicked Lizzy’s prim tea party voice—“Excuse me, Miss. May I have a spot of tea?”
Lizzy stood by, ready with the pot. When she saw Tinker Bell’s raised cup, she knelt down and poured a tiny splash of tea. “Why, certainly, Miss Bell. A nice fresh cup.”
Vidia held out her cup of tea and repeated the words in the same funny, prim tone. “Excuse me, Miss. May I have a spot of tea?”
“But of course you may have one, too. This is a tea party, after all.”
Dr. Griffiths held out his cup. “How about a cup for me, Miss Griffiths?”
Tinker Bell was very proud of Dr. Griffiths. He’d come a long way in a short time. Not only did he believe in fairies now, he also believed in playing, spending time with Lizzy, and dressing up for tea parties. He wore a spotless white suit in honor of the occasion. And he hadn’t said one word about work.
Lizzy poured tea for her father. “Why, of course, Doctor. It’s my pleasure, I’m sure.” Then she reached for the sugar.
He reeled back, amazed. “What in the world … ?”
Lizzy floated down and hovered beside him.
“Lizzy!” he breathed. “You … you … you’re … flying !”
“Yes, I am.”
“But how? How are you doing that?”
Tinker Bell flew up near Lizzy’s face as she alighted on the ground.
“My friends showed me how.”
One by one, all of the fairies emerged from the pockets and folds of Lizzy’s rain slicker. After their long ride under cover, they were dry enough to fly again.
“I don’t understand,” Dr. Griffiths said plaintively.
“You don’t have to understand,” Lizzy told him kindly. “You just have to believe.”
Slowly, so as not to frighten him, the fairies flew closer to Dr. Griffiths, circling him and illuminating him with the glow of pixie dust.
“I do believe,” he said softly. “I do believe.”
Dr. Griffiths opened his arms, inviting Lizzy to rush into them for a big hug. “Oh, Lizzy, I’m so sorry. So very sorry. I’ll never doubt you again.”
After a few moments, he let her go and held up the jar. He began to open it, then held it out to Lizzy. “Will you do the honors?”
Lizzy eagerly accepted the jar and opened the top. Vidia flew out at once and immediately found herself engulfed in a group fairy hug.
“Vidia!” Tinker Bell exclaimed happily.
The fairies celebrated by frolicking in a circle around Dr. Griffiths and Lizzy, turning their little orbit bright with joy.
Then the fairies began sprinkling the humans with clouds of sparkling, twinkling fairy dust.
“Whoaaaa! Whoaaa!” Dr. Griffiths cried in alarm and wonder as he and Lizzy began to rise into the air. “ Whoooaaaa! Careful!”
“Lift your arms!” Lizzy instructed. “And kick your feet!”
Dr. Griffiths slowly raised his arms and hesitantly kicked his feet.
Lizzy shouted encouragement. “You’re doing it, Father! You’re doing it!”
Dr. Griffiths’s face broke into a broad grin. “Why, I think I’m getting the hang of it. Yes. Why, I’m flying !” he shouted, his voice full of joy. This was amazing!
Soon he and Lizzy were swooping and capering through the sky over London.
Tinker Bell sat cross-legged on the edge of a red-andwhite-checkered cloth. Not far away sat Dr. Griffiths and Lizzy.
“Hey, Tink.” Vidia flew down and sat beside her. “So, you ever been to one of these before?”
“Yeah,” Tinker Bell answered. “Once. It’s pretty fun.”
“What are you supposed to do?” Vidia asked.
“Oh, it’s easy,” Tinker Bell explained. “You just pick this up.” She picked up a tiny teacup and motioned to Vidia to do the same. Vidia picked up another cup and looked again at Tinker Bell for instruction.
“You hold it out …”
“Got it.”
“Now, just raise your pinky, like this.” Tinker Bell extended her pinky finger, and Vidia did the same.
“Then you say”—Tinker Bell mimicked Lizzy’s prim tea party voice—“Excuse me, Miss. May I have a spot of tea?”
Lizzy stood by, ready with the pot. When she saw Tinker Bell’s raised cup, she knelt down and poured a tiny splash of tea. “Why, certainly, Miss Bell. A nice fresh cup.”
Vidia held out her cup of tea and repeated the words in the same funny, prim tone. “Excuse me, Miss. May I have a spot of tea?”
“But of course you may have one, too. This is a tea party, after all.”
Dr. Griffiths held out his cup. “How about a cup for me, Miss Griffiths?”
Tinker Bell was very proud of Dr. Griffiths. He’d come a long way in a short time. Not only did he believe in fairies now, he also believed in playing, spending time with Lizzy, and dressing up for tea parties. He wore a spotless white suit in honor of the occasion. And he hadn’t said one word about work.
Lizzy poured tea for her father. “Why, of course, Doctor. It’s my pleasure, I’m sure.” Then she reached for the sugar.
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