The Getting of Wisdom

I

The four children were lying on the grass.

“… and the Prince went further and further into the forest,” said the elder girl, “till he came to a beautiful glade—a glade, you know, is a place in the forest that is open and green and lovely. And there he saw a lady, a beautiful lady, in a long white dress that hung down to her ankles, with a golden belt and a golden crown. She was lying on the sward—a sward, you know, is grass as smooth as velvet, just like green velvet—and the Prince saw the marks of travel on her garments. The bottom of the lovely silk dress was all dirty—”

“Wondrous Fair, if you don’t mind you’ll make that sheet dirty, too,” said Pin.

“Shut up, will you!” answered her sister who, carried away by her narrative, had approached her boots to some linen that was bleaching.

“Yes, but you know Sarah’ll be awfly cross if she has to wash it again,” said Pin, who was practical.