Blanche looked surprised.
"Yes, that is just what I was dreaming of. I thought I had really quite lost you, and he brought you to me."
Perhaps the youth was Oberon; but if so, of course he never told them.
"But he must have been a great many Oberons," Belinda went on, musing; "the melancholy packboy, the toll-man, the young gentleman! Ah! it is of no use thinking about it, one only gets confused."
But if she had had ears to listen to fairy music, she would have heard this song:—
"Each little page
Hath lost his rage,
The punishment is o'er;
The sisters twain
Have met again,
To separate no more.
So 'tis decreed by Queen and King,
Who now the two together bring."
Julia Goddard.