Princess Polly's Gay Winter by Amy Brooks
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Atherton, a "horn of plenty" in her hands, filled with bonbons. Laughing
gaily, she lifted her hands filled with bonbons and tossed them into the center of the room. Many of them were caught, so that few fell to the floor. Wrapped in tinsel, they shone like stars as they caught the light, and the boys and girls vied with each other, laughing as they tried to see which would be lucky, and secure the largest number. When the gilded horn was empty, Rose ran to where a giant scallop shell was standing. It was formed of papier-mache, and decorated to look like the texture of a shell. "Guess what's in this!" she said, looking over her shoulder to laugh at them. "Oh, is it Sprite?" Princess Polly asked eagerly. "You were in the big rose. Is Sprite in the beautiful shell?" Rose lightly touched the top edge of the shell. It opened wide, and there, sure enough sat Sprite all clad in soft flesh pink gauze and coral, coral everywhere. Strings of coral beads held her golden hair in place, hung from her neck and arms, encircled her slender waist. She extended her arms, and then as the musicians played a little prelude, she commenced to sing. |
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