And at once the wood vanished--like a magic-lantern picture when the kind clergyman who is showing it changes the slide--and she was in a strange room. [Illustration: 'The little girl had slapped Fina and taken the pagoda away.'--Page 214.] It was a nursery--very large and light. There were flowers at the window, and pictures on the walls, and many toys. And on a couch, covered with a bright green rug with yellow daisies embroidered on it, lay a little girl with pretty yellow hair and kind, merry blue eyes. '_Oh!_' said the little girl, very much astonished. '_Oh!_' said Fina, at the same minute, and with the same quantity of astonishment. 'I've come to play with you, if you'll let me,' said Fina. 'How lovely! But how did you get in?' 'The Slave of the Ring brought me.' 'The Slave of the Ring! How wonderful!' 'Yes, isn't it? What's your name?' 'Ella.' 'Mine's Fina. Wouldn't you like to see my Ring Slave, Ella?' 'Yes--oh yes!' Ella was laughing softly. Fina rubbed the ring and the footman genie appeared, his silk legs more beautifully silk than ever. 'Please fetch the pagoda.' The pagoda toppled on to the couch, and the genie vanished, as he always did when he had executed an order. When Ella had admired the pagoda, which she did very thoroughly and satisfyingly, she said: 'And now I'll show you _mine_!' She pulled a battered iron thing from under her pillow and rubbed it. Instantly a very grand stout gentleman in evening dress stood before them. He had most respectable whiskers, and he said: 'What can I do for you, madam?' 'Who is it?' whispered Fina. 'It's the Slave of the Lamp,' said Ella. 'He says he's disguised as a perfect butler because times have changed so since _his_ time.' 'Send him away,' said Fina. 'Oh, dear Ella,' she went on, when they were alone, 'tell me all about yours, and I'll tell you all about mine.' 'Well,' said Ella, 'I found the lamp at the seaside, just before I hurt my back. I fell off the sea-wall, you know, and I shan't be able to walk for ever so long. And one day I rubbed it by accident, and since then my beautiful perfect butler gets me anything I want. Look here, I'll tell him to make it like it was yesterday.' The lamp was rubbed, the order given, and the nursery became a palace hall hung with cloth of gold and blazing with jewels and softly-coloured lamps. 'But can't your butler cure your back?' 'No. Time is the only genie who can do that, my butler says. You don't know how I've wanted someone to show it all to! But I never thought of wishing for you. It's only a week since I found the lamp----' 'Do they leave you alone all the time?' 'Oh no, only when I say I'm sleepy; and my butler has orders to change everything to ordinary directly the door-handle turns.' 'Have you told anyone?' 'Oh _no_! My butler says if you tell anyone grown-up that you've got the lamp it will vanish away. I can't remember whether it's like that in the "Arabian Nights"; perhaps it's a new rule.'