The Twelve Pixies - Part Nine by Joanne Morris Okano

     People were peering out of windows to ascertain when the rain would stop.  One of them looked like an uncle, so the pixies knocked on the door and rang the bell to ask the way to their grandmother's house.
     "She lives next door," replied the Uncle.  "Come with me, I'll take you there."
     The oak door creaked open and they could see the whitewashed walls of her room.  The pixies filed down the hallway after the Uncle, and surrounded Grandmother's bed, where she sat in a white cotton nightie with a high neck, her beautiful long white hair flowing over her shoulders.
     "Hello grandchildren," she said smiling.  "You all look just like your pictures.  It's lovely to meet you.  How are you all?"
     "Weally muddy," said Thraxie.
     "Would you like a bath?"  asked Grandmother, and left them to it.
                                                                    TO BE CONTINUED