The White Wolf and Other Fireside Tales by Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
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and goldfinches and bull-finches innumerable, and their voices shook
down the blossom like a fall of pink snow, which threatened to cover even the daisies. The Grand Duke and the Princess believed that all this beauty was in their honour, no less than the chorus of the bells floating across the tree-tops from the city. "This is the best of all," said Ferdinand as they seated themselves by the stream. "I had no idea marriage was such fun. And they haven't even forgotten the trout!" he cried, peering over the brink. "Can you make daisy-chains?" asked the Princess timidly. He could not; so she taught him, feeling secretly proud that there was something he could learn of her. When the chain was finished he flung it over his neck and kissed her. "Though I don't like kissing, as a rule," he explained. "And this shall be my wedding present," said she. "Why, I brought you six waggon-loads!--beauties--all chosen by my Chancellor." "But he didn't make or choose this one," said Sophia, "and I like this one best." They sat silent for a moment. "Dear me," she sighed, "what a lot we have to learn of each other's ways!" "Hullo!" Ferdinand was staring down the glade. "What's that line at the end there, across the sky?" Sophia turned. "I think that's the sea--yes, there is a ship upon it." |
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