“I’ll go home!” said the Little Sweetheart.
“You can’t,” said the others. “It is not permitted.”
“Is it always just like this in this Court?” she asked.
“Yes; always the same. One day just like another,—all whirl and dance from morning till night, and new people coming and going all the time, and spiders most of all. You can’t think how fast brooms wear out in this Court!”
“I’ll die!” said the Little Sweetheart.
“Oh no, you won’t!” they said. “There are some of us, in some of the rooms here, that are wrinkled and gray-haired. The most of the Sweethearts live to be old.”
“Do they?” said the Little Sweetheart, and burst into tears.
“Heavens!” cried I, “what a dream!” as I opened my eyes. There stood the Little Sweetheart in my room, vanishing away, so vivid had been the dream. “A most extraordinary dream!” said I. “I will write it out. Some of the Princes may read it!”
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