Mind now."
"I will try," said the princess.
"Then good night," said the old lady, and kissed the forehead which lay
in her bosom.
In a moment more the little princess was dreaming in the midst of the
loveliest dreams--of summer seas and moonlight and mossy springs
and
great murmuring trees, and beds of wild flowers with such odors as she
had never smelled before. But after all, no dream could be more lovely
than what she had left behind when she fell asleep.
In the morning she found herself in her own bed. There was no
handkerchief or anything else on her hand, only a swe et odor lingering
about it. The swelling had all gone down; the prick of the brooch had
vanished:--in fact her hand was perfectly well.
CHAPTER XII
Madhuri Noah
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