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here—we’ll never find her if she decides to hide.”
    Goldie followed Clara up the steep steps to the attic. She didn’t get to go up into the attic nearly as much as she liked to. She immediately flew over to the musty old costume trunk and opened its creaky lid. “This old-fashioned fairy dress is my favorite,” said Goldie. “It suits me to a T.”
    â€œWe’re not here to try on clothes, Goldie,” Clara said. “We’re here to fetch the Christmas ornaments.” She lifted her lantern, and the light shone on a dusty corner of the room. Sylva zipped up the stairs with Rosy right behind her, carrying Squeak.
    â€œThere they are!” said Rosy.
    In a corner of the attic was a pile of boxes, all marked in different fairy handwriting: Ornaments—special. Ornaments—old. Fairy lights—white. Fairy lights—colored. Sparkly things (that was in Goldie’s writing). Wrapping paper. Ribbons. Boxes—used. Boxes—new.
    â€œDo you ever think we have too many things up here?” asked Clara.
    â€œNever!” said Goldie and Sylva together.
    â€œWhere’s the star, for the top of the tree?” asked Rosy. “Tink will want to put that on when she comes.” She moved a pile of boxes. “It’s not here with the other Christmas things. I think we put it somewhere so safe last year that we’ll never be able to find it.”
    â€œDo you think she’ll get here even earlier than she said? Tink, I mean,” said Sylva. “Maybe she’ll come tomorrow. There’s only a week left till Christmas, you know.”
    â€œShe said she’d be here early morning on Christmas Eve,” said Goldie, wrapping herself in an old velvet cape.
    â€œDon’t get your heart set on seeing Tink early,” said Clara.
    â€œWe’ll see her when we see her,” said Sylva. “I know.”
    â€œHelp me carry down these boxes, Goldie,” said Rosy. “I can’t manage them all.”
    â€œI’ll be right there,” said Goldie. She was trying on the spun gold cloth that the Fairy Bell sisters wrapped around the base of their Christmas tree every year. “I think this could make a nice skirt for me.”
    â€œThat’s a tree skirt, not a fairy skirt,” said Clara. “Tink brought it from Neverland when you were a baby, Goldie.”
    â€œI’ve always loved it,” Goldie said. “It really should belong to me.”
    â€œIt really should belong to all of us, which it does,” said Clara. She held the gold cloth up to the light. “Tink said that this cloth came from Captain Hook’s pirate chest. There’s nothing else like it in the whole world.”
    â€œThe other thing there’s nothing like in the whole world is Tink’s star,” said Rosy. “We can’t go down without it. Where can it be?”
    If any of you are wondering why the fairies celebrate Christmas with so many familiar customs—stars and trees, ornaments and presents—let me tell you why. Fairies and humans once mingled much more than they do now. As the ages passed, some traditions of the season were handed down from human people to the fairies, some from the fairies to human people. On Sheepskerry Island at least, it was hard to tell which was which.

    â€œDoo!”
    â€œSqueakie! How did you get there?” cried Rosy.
    Squeak was all the way at the other side of the attic, where the fairies kept the wicker chairs they hoped to mend one day.

    â€œYou’ve found the star. And it is pretty, you’re right!” said Goldie.
    Squeak was holding up a box marked FRAGILE! Tink’s Star. “Good job, Squeak,” said Rosy, taking it from her carefully. “I love this so much. Tink made it when I was just a little wee fairy like you.”
    Tinker Bell’s star may be like the star you have on your own Christmas tree, but it may not be. “Stars