"There is something so beautiful in unselfishness," said Daisy, in a
rather prim, moralizing little tone. "Do you know, Jasmine, that I was
once going to be frightfully selfish?--I should have been but for the
Prince, but he spoke to me; he made up a lovely little story, and he
told me about the Palace Beautiful."

"I never can make out why you call these rooms the Palace Beautiful,
Daisy," said Jasmine.

"It's because of the way they've been furnished," said Daisy. "They
are full of Love, and Self-denial, and Goodness. I do so dearly like
to think of it. I lie often on the sofa for hours, and make up stories
about three fairies, whom I call by these names; they are quite
playmates for me, and I talk to them. I often almost fancy they are
real, but the strange thing is, Jasmine, they will only come to me
when I have tried to be unselfish, and cheerful, and done my best to
be bright and happy. Then Goodness comes, and makes the walls shine
with his presence, and Self-denial makes my sofa so soft and easy, and
Love gives me a nice view through the window, for I try to take an
interest in all the men and women and little children who pass, and
when I sit at the window and look at them through Love's glass you
cannot think how nice they all seem. I told the Prince about it one
day, and he said that was making a real Palace Beautiful out of our
rooms."

Jasmine sighed.

"I hear Primrose's step," she said. "Oh, Daisy! you are a darling! how
sweetly you think. I wonder if these rooms could ever come to mean a
Palace Beautiful to me! I don't think fairies could come to me here,