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aren’t really pointy,” she’d said when she made it, so many fairy years ago. “I’ve seen them up close. And shooting stars are the best of all.” The Bell sisters loved their shooting star. It was so different from the ones on any other fairy trees. “That’s why Tink is so . . . marvelous,” said Sylva. “She thinks of things we would never think of.”
    â€œAll I can think of right now is a nice hot bath,” said Goldie. “This attic is so dusty.”
    â€œDon’t use all the bubble bath,” said Sylva.
    â€œThere would be a lot left if you hadn’t tried to wash Ginger with it,” said Goldie. “I’ll use as much as I want.”
    â€œOh, no you don’t!” said Sylva as she chased Goldie down the attic stairs.
    â€œI think this may go on all night,” said Rosy. “They’re both so excited about Christmas.”
    â€œYou know what, Rosy?” said Clara. “I’m beginning to get a good feeling about all this. Maybe Tink will even surprise us and arrive tomorrow morning.”
    â€œI hope she does, Clara,” said Rosy. “Oh, I hope she does.”

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    B ut Tinker Bell did not arrive the next day. Nor the day after that. With only five days left till Christmas, every other fairy family was preparing for the big day. The Fairy Bell sisters could not help but feel left out.
    And today was the Christmas Fair. Faith Learned’s great-great-grandfairy had started this Sheepskerry Island tradition long ago. The fair was a grand celebration of all the fairies’ talents. Every fairy brought along something lovely or useful or just plain fun to sell at the tables lined up in the schoolhouse. As far back as early autumn, the Fairy Bell sisters had worked on their contribution: pretty wind chimes, made of sea glass hung from driftwood with silver wires.
    The morning of the fair, over a breakfast of oatmeal with currants and cinnamon, with steaming cocoa in their mugs, the sisters arrived at a decision.
    â€œI know Tink doesn’t want us to get one another presents for Christmas,” said Clara carefully, “but I don’t think she’d want us to go to the Christmas Fair just to look.”
    â€œI don’t either!” said Goldie. “I absolutely live for the Christmas Fair!”
    â€œWhat’s your idea, Clara?” asked Rosy.
    â€œTink would want us to have the best Christmas Fair we could possibly have, so let’s be each other’s Secret Christmas Fairy.”
    â€œSecret Christmas Fairy?” asked Sylva. “How does that work?”
    â€œDon’t you know anything?” said Goldie.
    â€œGoldie, please, I’ll write all our names on different pieces of paper,” said Clara, “like so.”

    Clara wrote her sisters’ names on separate pieces of paper in her best writing, except for Squeakie’s, of course. “That’s because we’ll each get a little something for Squeakie,” she said. She put the names into a pointy gnome’s hat, left over from the Valentine’s Games.
    â€œEverybody choose one name,” she said to her sisters.
    â€œThen we each get a present for that sister?” asked Sylva.
    â€œExactly,” said Clara.
    â€œA secret present?” asked Sylva.
    â€œYes, you ninny,” said Goldie.
    â€œGoldie, be fair,” said Clara. She turned to Sylva. “Yes, Sylva, a secret present. Nothing too fancy or big.”
    â€œIt could be quite fancy,” said Goldie.
    â€œJust a tiny little present to keep us going,” said Rosy. “Tink won’t mind that, and if she does, I’ll give her a piece of my mind.” Clara and Rosy looked at each other. “Or not.”
    â€œSylva,” said Clara, “you draw the first name, since you’re the youngest except for baby Squeak.”
    â€œOdeo!” said Squeak.
    â€œWell, you are the baby of