am anywhere--whether you will believe I am anything but a dream.
You may
be sure I will do all I can to help you to come. But it will rest with
yourself after all. On the night of next Friday, you must come to me.
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 sweet odor lingering
about it. The swelling had all gone down; the prick of the brooch had
vanished:--in fact her hand was perfectly well.
Madhuri Noah
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