The Pot of Gold - And Other Stories by Mary E. Wilkins
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the table. "Help you to find the Princess!" he exclaimed; "don't you
suppose I should find her on my own account if I could? I should have found her long before this if the idiots had not broken all my bottles, and crystals, and retorts, and mirrors, and spilled all the magic fluids, so that I cannot practice any white magic at all. The idea of looking for a princess in a bottle--that comes of pinning one's faith upon philosophy!" "Then you cannot find the Princess by white magic?" the Head-nurse asked timidly. The Baron pounded the table again. "Of course I cannot," he replied, "with all my magical utensils smashed in the search for her." The Head-nurse sighed pitifully. "I suppose that you do not like to go about with your face in the crown of your bonnet?" the Baron remarked in a harsh voice. The Head-nurse replied sadly that she did not. "It doesn't seem to me that I should mind it much," said the Baron. The Head-nurse looked at his grim old face through the peep-holes in her bonnet-crown, and thought to herself that if she were no prettier than he, she should not mind much either, but she said nothing. Suddenly there was a knock at the tower-door. "Excuse me a moment," said the Baron; "my housekeeper is deaf, and my |
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