“Ay, in thee. Yet thou hast brought a demon with thee also,” she replied.
“The sprite Whiskerkiss; of course, I remember.”
“Nay, not Whiskerkiss; but a gnome a thousand times more terrible than the monster of the Barrier.”
“And what is that, Princess?”
“Pain,” replied Golden Hair.
“What! has Pain never entered into this realm?” he inquired with amazement.
“Never.”
“Wonderful!” he ejaculated. “Had my charming Princess ever the toothache?”
The ringing laugh which burst from her lips was like the carol of a canary on a June morning. [[137]]
“Nor the whooping-cough or—or the measles?” he added, smiling at her excessive merriment.