'The Slave of the Ring brought me.'
'The Slave of the Ring! How wonderful!'
'Yes, isn't it? What's your name?'
'Ella.'
'Mine's Fina. Wouldn't you like to see my Ring Slave, Ella?'
'Yes—oh yes!' Ella was laughing softly.
Fina rubbed the ring and the footman genie appeared, his silk legs more beautifully silk than ever.
'Please fetch the pagoda.'
The pagoda toppled on to the couch, and the genie vanished, as he always did when he had executed an order.
When Ella had admired the pagoda, which she did very thoroughly and satisfyingly, she said: