I was at a loss. I must get her off the lace and into the jar so that I could screw the lid down. I could not open the net just yet, for she might fly out and away. Suddenly the doll-like mirror at the bottom of the jar caught my eye. I angled the lace so that the fairy child could see the mirror.
Children are so easy.
She saw her own face reflected in the mirror and suddenly her struggling ceased. One miniature hand reached out to caress the glass through the delicate white lace that imprisoned her. The sweet little mite must have thought it was another fairy in the jar who had come to save her. She smiled at her reflection. I waited, breathlessly holding the drawstrings of the lace net, for the right moment.