"Here is the ball," he cried, putting it into her hands. "Please give me the rosemary for my mother."
And so it happened that when the queen sat down before her great table of gifts the first thing she spied was a jar of sweet rosemary like that which had bloomed in her mother's window when she was a little girl.
"I should rather have it than all the other gifts in the world," she said; and she took the little prince in her arms and kissed him.
THE PROMISE[2]
A Christmas Wonder Story for Older Children
here was once a harper who played such beautiful music and sang such beautiful songs that his fame spread throughout the whole land; and at last the king heard of him and sent messengers to bring him to the palace.
[2] This story was suggested by an old poem, told to me by Miss Harriette Mills, which recounted the adventures of a father who braved the snows of an Alpine pass to reach his home on Christmas day.