feeling--no understanding. Nor could she remember a single line after
it
was gone. It vanished, like the poetry in a dream, as fast as it came.
In after years, however, she would sometimes fancy that snatches of
melody suddenly rising in her brain, must be little phrases and
fragments of the air of that song; and the very fancy would make her
happier, and abler to do her duty.
How long she lay in the water she did not know. It seemed a long
time--not from weariness, but from pleasure. But at last she felt the
beautiful hands lay hold of her, and through the gurgling waters she
was
lifted out into the lovely room. The lady carried her to the fire, and
sat down with her in her lap, and dried her tenderly with the softest
towel. It was so different from Lootie's drying! When the lady had
done,
she stooped to the fire, and drew from it her night-gown, as white as
snow.
"How delicious!" exclaimed the princess. "It smells of all the roses in
the world, I think."
When she stood up on the floor, she felt as if she had been made over
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