“Will you tell my fortune?” she said.
The Gypsy liked Goldy, but to save her life she did not know how to tell a very good fortune, so she said,
“Whatever you do your wish will come true,
So make it, I pray, and go quickly away!”
Goldy was wishing in her heart that she could see the prince, so she said at once, “I wish I could fly.”
“She knocked at the door”
Then the Gypsy touched her with her cane and her blue dress turned into a shining pair of wings. She became a beautiful blue butterfly, and sailed away and away in the sunshine. By and by she sailed into the king’s garden.
The prince came out and cried, “Oh what a beautiful butterfly.”