The Pot of Gold - And Other Stories by Mary E. Wilkins
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steps. The nurses who carried the Princess Rosetta held their heads
high, and danced along as bravely as the others, waving their peacock-feather fans in their unoccupied hands. They bore the little Princess in her basket between them as lightly as a feather. Up and down she swung. When they first started she laughed and crowed; then she became very quiet. The nurses thought she was asleep. They had laid a little satin coverlet over her, and put a soft thick veil over her face, that the damp evening-air might not give her the croup. The Princess Rosetta was quite apt to have the croup. The nurses cast a glance down at the veil and satin coverlet which were so motionless. "Her Royal Highness is asleep," they whispered to each other with nods. The nurses were handsome young women, and they wore white lace caps, and beautiful long darned lace aprons. They swung the Princess's basket along so easily that finally one of them remarked upon it. "How very light her Royal Highness is," said she. "She weighs absolutely nothing at all," replied the other nurse who was carrying the Princess, "absolutely nothing at all." "Well, that is apt to be the case with such high-born infants," said the first nurse. And they all waved their fans again in time to the music. When they reached the palace, the massive doors were thrown open, and the court passed in. The nurses bore the Princess Rosetta's basket up the grand marble stair, and carried it into the nursery. |
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