Precious stone,
Pearly roof,
And ivory throne!
“Oh, dear! dear! dear!
Hear the fiery lashes crack!
On each little lazy back!
Hear the glowing basin boil!
Little Imps must burn or toil!”
Timothy watched and listened until he became very weary; then he stretched himself out on the floor and fell asleep.
When he awoke, he found himself lying in a dazzling light. How long he had been asleep he did not know. He sprang to his feet with an agility and ease that he had never felt before. He looked about him. There was still the same great room, the same chandelier with its thousand lamps, the same pattering of little feet and rustling of wings! But, oh, how changed! How changed!