Sylva was just about to head sadly back to the Bell fairy house with her one broken button and the cracked teacup when they caught sight of Queen Mab’s attendant. Lady Courtney was flying slowly out of the palace, with something very large in her arms.

“Heigh-ho, here’s Lady Courtney,” said Sylva.

“She’ll probably tell us we’re not allowed to touch anything,” said Poppy.

“Or that we need to curtsy before we approach the jumble pile.” They both giggled.

“I think she needs help,” said Sylva. “That’s a huge crate she’s carrying.”

The two fairies flew over to Lady Courtney, who was indeed struggling under the weight of a large crate, which looked very old.

“Sylva, Poppy, good afternoon to you,” said Lady Courtney.

“May we help you, Lady Courtney?” asked Sylva, using her best manners. “That looks awfully heavy.”

“It is heavy,” said Lady Courtney. She set the box down with a rattling thump. “Whew! These wings aren’t getting any younger.”

“Probably a whole box of broken plates and cups,” whispered Sylva.

“Plus some dirty old pieces of string,” Poppy whispered back. She and Poppy giggled again.

“Are you two the only fairies here?” asked Lady Courtney. “I think you’re in luck.”

Sylva and Poppy flew over to the crate. It had a latch on the front and opened quite easily. Inside was not a jumble of old rubbish that no one would want. Inside was something so marvelous that Sylva and Poppy could hardly believe it.