“ I wished some power would trace my music: but apparently we aren't all gifted alike with guardian angels.”
“ Apparently not. And that is how I regard it: almost as a gift, you know, that my fairy godmother gave me in my cradle.”
“ For always recovering your property?”
“ Yes—and succeeding in my undertakings.”
“ I'm afraid I had no fairy godmother.”
“ Well—I think I had. And very glad I am of it.”
“ Why, yes,” said Aaron, looking at his hostess.
So the dinner sailed merrily on.
“ But does Beethoven make you feel,” said Aaron as an afterthought, “in the same way—that you will always find the things you have lost?”
“ Yes—he makes me feel the same faith: that what I lose will be returned to me. Just as I found my cloak. And that if I enter into an undertaking, it will be su
