CHAPTER III.
CALLIA AND THE MIRROR.
The next morning, when Calladon woke up, the first thing he saw was a lovely little girl slumbering beside him.
For a moment he was greatly astonished, for he had forgotten that the Master had gone, and that he had promised him a companion. But presently the memory of the day before came back to him, and he recollected that henceforth he was to take care of himself. The thought made him feel quite brave and manly; and with such a beautiful playmate as this to keep him company, he felt sure that he would be the happiest boy in the world. And as he wanted his happiness, and hers, to begin as soon as possible, he bent over and kissed her on the lips.
She opened a pair of lovely blue eyes, and yawned, and said—
'Where am I? Oh! Calladon, is that you? How handsome you look, and how good you are!'
'How did you know me?' asked Calladon.
'If I am Callia, you must be Calladon!' replied she, laughing. 'Who else could you be?'
'Now that I look in your eyes, it seems as if I must have always known you!' said Calladon.