"She wasn't very happy, for who'd be happy when an old witch had
enchanted her?"

"Oh, oo!" purred little Sprite, "I love a story that tells about folks
that are enchanted."

"So do I," agreed Rose. "Now go on, Polly. How was she enchanted?"

"Oh, I wish I had the book right here, so I could read every word of
it to you, but I let Leslie Grafton take it home to read, so I'll tell
it as well as I can.

"Where did I stop? Oh, I know. I'd just told you that the lovely
princess was enchanted. Lora was her name, and she lived in a fine
castle way up on a great, high mountain. The picture showed the castle,
and it looked as if the side of the mountain was all ledges.

"On sunny days, she wandered around the castle gardens, picking the
flowers, or feeding her pets, and when storm clouds hung over the
mountain, she strolled through the great halls, playing her guitar,
and sweetly singing.

"Often she leaned on the wall that bordered the gardens, and for hours
she would gaze at the far distant plains.

"'Across those plains will come the prince who will set you free,' the
old witch had said, and then she had laughed, and under her breath had
muttered: 'That is, if he has the bravery to ride his charger up this
steep mountain side.'"