Good Books

Thereafter,
obeying the mute appeal of that hand, he seated himself upon the narrow
bed, while Hermione, soft-voiced and tender, bent above the invalid,
who, having obediently swallowed her medicine, leaned back on her pillow
and smiled from one to the other.
"And now," said she, drawing Hermione down at her other side and
snuggling between, "now please let's all tell some more fairy tale; an'
please, you begin, Hermy, just where you had t' leave off last time."
"Why, I--I'm afraid I've forgotten, dear," said Hermione, bending to
smooth the child's pillow.
"Forgotten--oh, Hermy! But I 'member quite well; you got where poor
Princess Nobody was climbing the mountain very tired an' sad an'
carrying her heavy pack, an' all at once--along came the Prince an'
took her heavy bundle and said he'd love to carry it for her always if
she'd let him. An' poor Nobody knew he was the real Prince at last--the
Prince she'd dreamed of an' waited for all her life, 'cos he'd got grey
eyes so brave an' true--an' he was so big an' strong an' noble.


Pages:
160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184