“Where is she?” asked the king.
There was a little rustle, and Tina saw the maiden glide forward and stand by the prince.
“Go, my children,” said the king; “the world will be glad to see you together, and I hope your dear Breeze will grow stronger, for the world’s sake,” he said to the prince. “I see now that it would not do to part you.”
Then there was a sound of rushing wings. Tina felt a cool air blowing on her face; the palace, the prince, and all seemed to melt away, and she was looking around the parlor to find that a shutter on the shady side of the room had blown open, and quite a breeze was blowing. She picked up the fan, but the little girl’s face was gone, and it looked just as it did before.
THE FROG.
She commenced fanning herself again, still wondering about the prince and King Caloric, and looking at the fan, in hopes the little face would appear again.
And in a few moments something did seem to be coming out on another slat; and as Tina looked, she saw it was a face, but not the same one she had seen before.
This one was laughing, and the more it laughed the wider the mouth became, and the broader the face.
“That is the funniest looking thing I ever saw,” thought Tina, as she watched it.