Nancy was sealing and stamping the envelopes, as Dorothy passed the door.
"I'm going over to the little 'birch arbor,'" she said. "I'm taking my new fairy book for company."
"I'll come, too, just as soon as I've finished these envelopes," said Nancy, and she began to work faster.
"Oh, what a lovely, LOVELY story!" said Dorothy.—[Page 67].
The "birch arbor" was not an actual arbor, but it was a lovely spot, and the birches were exceptionally fine. Nancy and Dorothy had often been there together, and they had given it the name.
A tiny mountain brook ran through it, and it was a lovely spot in which to enjoy legends or fairy tales.
In a few moments Dorothy had reached the place, and when she had seated herself, she opened the book where a fine picture showed the prince, whose father had given him three wishes as his only inheritance, and then had sent him out to seek his fortune.
Twice she had commenced to read the story, and had been obliged to lay it aside. Now, with only the bees and the butterflies hovering about her, she read the fascinating tale.
It proved to be even more charming than she had expected.