that you have never seen it. When I go there again, mamma, I will certainly take you too; for I love you with all my heart. I can never go without you."
When she heard the evening-bells from the minster, she said, "Oh, they are like the joy-bells at home, only not so sweet. Nothing, here, is so sweet. Even my dear mamma is not so lovely as the lady who comes when I am asleep."
Little One—they called her Little One for the want of a name—loved to prattle about the wonders of that mysterious fairy-land, which no one but herself had ever seen. Her mother would not check her, but let her tell her pretty visions of remembered rainbows, and palaces, and precious gems. She said,—
"The child has such a vivid fancy! It is not all of us who can see pictures when our eyes are shut."
