streaming in from a window I had somehow never noticed before, and lighting up a group of three shadowy figures, that grew momently more distinct——a grave old man in royal robes, leaning back in an easy chair, and two children, a girl and a boy, standing at his side.
"Have you the Jewel still, my child?" the old man was saying.
"Oh, yes!" Sylvie exclaimed with unusual eagerness. "Do you think I'd ever lose it or forget it?" She undid the ribbon round her neck, as she spoke, and laid the Jewel in her father's hand.
Bruno looked at it admiringly. "What a lovely brightness!" he said. "It's just like a little red star! May I take it in my hand?"
Sylvie nodded: and Bruno carried it off to the window, and held it aloft against the sky, whose deepening blue was already spangled with stars. Soon he came running back in some excitement. "Svlvie! Look here!" he cried. "I can see right through it when I hold it up to the sky. And it isn't red a bit: it's, oh such a lovely blue! And the words are all different! Do look at it!"
