"She was so wise," sobbed her little maid, as she placed flowers in the cold hand, "she knew everything."
"Not everything," said the skylark from the window; "for she asked me, ignorant though I am, to teach her how to be happy."
"That was the one thing I could not teach her," said the old Wizard, looking at the dead Princess's face. "Yet I think now she must be wiser than I, and have learned that too. For see how she smiles."
