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Princess Polly dearly loved fairy tales, and on stormy days, with Sir
Mortimer purring in her lap, would sit for hours reading stories of
elves, and dwarfs, of splendor and enchantment.
Then, on sunny days she would tell them to her playmates, and often she
spun them from her own imaginings.
"Tell us one you made up!" the children often said.
Now, while with Rob, and Lena, she sat upon the grass, and watched their
eager faces, she decided to tell a new, and charming tale that would
delight them. "Once upon a time," said Polly--
"That's right!" cried Rob.
Polly shook her finger to silence him, and began again.
"Once upon a time there lived a prince who was very, VERY handsome, but
very poor.
"One day he found that his money was almost gone, so he took his pet
horse, and started out to seek his fortune.
"He rode, and rode 'til he came to a dark forest. He was a brave prince,
so he was not afraid, and rode right into the woods, and when he reached
a pool, he stopped to let his horse drink,--"
"Oh, this is the interesting part where something happens, but it's so
warm, I'll have to run up to the house, and get my little sunshade,"
said Polly.
"Wait just a minute," cried Rob, "stay just where you are, and I'll
bring you one."
"Why, Rob, where'll you get it?" said Lena.
"Just you wait, and you'll see!" cried Rob, turning as he ran to say,
"don't tell any more 'til I come."
"What DID he mean?" Polly asked, but Lena could not guess, and they
wondered if Rob had been joking.
They had not long to wait, however, for in a few moments he came running
back to them, waving a huge leaf over his head.
It proved to be a rhubarb leaf, with a red stalk.
"There!" he cried, "I went over home on purpose to get this for you."
"Oh it's a big green sunshade, with a fine red handle," cried Polly,
"how pretty! Now I can tell the story."
"Yes, and you can tell it all before your sunshade WILTS!" said Lena,
with a laugh.
"That's a fine sunshade," said Rob, as he handed her the leaf.
"And Polly looks like a princess under it," said Lena.
"Now, tell the story," said Rob.
"And while his horse was drinking, a mist floated over the pool, and out
of the mist sprang a little, old witch," continued Polly, leaning
forward, and lowering her voice, to make the tale sound mysterious.
Lena and Rob bent toward her, that not a word might be lost.
"What happened?" whispered Rob.
Polly's eyes were bright.
She raised her forefinger, as she spoke.
"'Take the path to the right,' said the little, old witch, 'and KEEP to
the right, no matter how thick the forest, and you'll come to a
fountain. At the fountain you'll find a beautiful nymph, and SHE'LL tell
you what to do next.'"
"And did he?" questioned Rob, eagerly.
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