"Oh, I know what we'll do!" cried Silverling; "we'll give it to this
little boy, because if it hadn't been for him we wouldn't have found
each other."

"Oh, yes!" said Starlein.

But Teddy held up his hand--"Hush!" he whispered; "don't you hear it?"

Then they all listened, and sweeter and clearer than ever before they
heard the voice of the singing fountain in the beautiful garden.

"It is the fountain!" cried Starlein and Silverling, half fearfully.

They each caught Teddy by the hand, and all ran down the hall together,
and the very first corner that they turned they found themselves at the
door of the garden.

The wind was blowing the lilies, the fruit on the wonderful trees shone
and glistened in the sunlight, and the fountain--ah! the fountain was
no longer singing, for the music-box in the nursery had run down.

Teddy looked about him. Instead of the garden there was the flowery
India-room. The clock ticked, the fire crackled;--he was back in bed
once more, and he heard mamma speaking to Hannah in the hall outside, so
he knew she was home again.

"And that is the end of that story," said the Fairy of the Counterpane.