Look once, O Love without compare,
At the wound the point has made;
And come when the morning hours run slow
To see the place where I lie low,
Where the blue doves nest, and the lilies grow,
And the peach trees blow in the valley!”
The girls were charmed, and, as for Azalea, she was so much excited she was almost in tears.
“If your ladyships like my guitar so much why do you not buy it?” said Badoko. “I am very poor, and I am taking it into the city to sell.”
Azalea wrung her hands; she had never been in such a predicament before. “But we have no money,” she exclaimed.
It had never entered the Princesses’ minds to think of money. Everything they wanted was always there ready for them, and it had never in their lives occurred to them to ask how it came.