Miss Twizzle helped herself to the refreshments and the stew. She sat down in her chair at the head of the long table. A smile never left her face.
Parker carried Brinnli to a chair next to Miss Twizzle, brought her some food, then served himself. Once everyone filled their plates and came to the table, the jovial conversation began.
“Well, here we all are,” Mr. Figgletoes began. “I must say, it’s a great feast you children prepared.”
Parker looked at Miss Twizzle. “We did it for you, Miss Twizzle. We want you to know lots of people care about you.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say lots of people, but it appears, for some reason unbeknownst to me, you four children care.”
“Wait ‘till you read the notes we wrote,” Jasmine said, motioning with her spoon toward the notes flickering overhead. “You’re going to love them.”
“Of course, she will,” said Brinnli. “They’re love notes after all.”
“Don’t tell her,” said Frederick.
Miss Twizzle wiped another tear from her eye. “I’ve never received a love note in my life.”
“Well, it’s time to change that,” Mr. Figgletoes said. The toymaker stood and pulled down several notes.
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