“More like what?” asked Ruby.
“I was going to say more like a forget-me-not up in the sky,” said her sister.
“You silly girl,” laughed Ruby. “I never did hear any one talk such nonsense as you do. I’ll tell cousin Hortensia, see if I don’t.”
“I don’t mind,” said Mavis quietly.
Chapter Three.
The Princess with the Forget-me-not Eyes.
“For, just when it thrills me most,
The fairies change into phantoms cold,
And the beautiful dream is lost!”
Miss Hortensia was looking out for the little girls as they slowly came up the terraces.