thus remember to post it.

Princess Polly would liked to have kept awake to talk, but Sprite was
very tired, and soon her answers became so drowsy that Polly knew that
she needed sleep and rest. Little Sprite had been the first to drop
to sleep, but, accustomed to early rising, she was the first to wake.
She slipped from her bed, glanced at Polly, saw that she had not yet
awakened, and quietly began to dress. She had learned, the evening
before, that there was a mail box just across the street, and she now
picked up the letter, and made her way down to the lower hall. The
door stood wide open, only the screen door was fastened.

The maid, a few moments before, had opened the door that the fresh air
might pass through the hall. Sprite slipped out into the garden, her
letter in her hand.

She ran a short distance, then as the sunlight touched the glowing
blossoms, she paused and looked about her.

Oh, what a fairy world it was! Her home at the shore had been placed
on a broad stretch of sand, and only a few of the residences at
Cliffmore boasted a flower, or tree on its grounds.

Now, with the garden gay with geraniums, tall gladioli, dahlias, and
scarlet salvia, she looked in amazement and delight at the riot of
color.

"Oh, how beautiful it is here!" she said.

Suddenly she remembered her precious letter.