The fairy flew down with the girl and deposited her on the front door step, much to the amazement and surprise of those exiting their coaches.  It was quite the entrance.  The butler immediately stepped forward in amazement.  "What is your name young lady?  How should I announce you?"  He looked as if the thought she might be the queen of the fair folk herself.<br/><br/>In the manor house, hiding behind her fan, as a very bored Lucy Rothschild.  She had been forced to dress in the most elegant ballgown possible, and was suffering as a result.  The parlor was full of ladies, both young and old, all trying to gain her attention.  Right now a young lady named Marsha was regaling her about the horrible job that they made had done in preparations for her arrival at the party.  She was pretty enough, but quite tiresome.  Beside her sat an identical looking girl, who kept peering at her with a critical eye, as if sizing her up for something.  It all made Lucy quite uncomfortable.