THE ENCHANTED HAT
only for the girl herself to answer my summons.
This she did.
I remarked, elsewhere, that I hoped she would be young and beautiful. She was. I wasn't exactly expecting such a vision of loveliness. Her hair was like golden cobwebs, her eyes like sapphires, and her complexion had the shadowy bloom of a young peach. I stared, standing first on one foot, then on the other.
"What is it?" she asked, rather impatiently.
It was quite evident that she had been deeply absorbed in the book she held in her hand. I wondered how I should begin!
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