"I fear me I shall want no birthdays in the convent," said she, sadly. "So there, little birds, take what is left."
As she strewed the sugary mites, the little birds caught them up and flew away.
A sudden earthquake convulsed the land, a violent hurricane swept over it. During these changes of nature, everything that had been affected by the unnatural birthdays returned to its former state. All remembrance even, connected with them ever so remotely, was wiped from the memory of man.
I am not sure, but I think the prince did afterward visit the island, and was much impressed by its quiet, sylvan life and the incomparable beauty of the princess; and they do say——
[UNDER THE LILACS]
By Louisa M. Alcott.