piano in the next room, but quite softly, and yet so beautifully that she thought she had never heard the like.
“Now, then, my flowers are all dancing for certain!” said she. “Oh, how I should like to go and see them!” But she did not dare to get up, for fear of awaking her father and mother.
“If they would but come in here!” said she. But the flowers did not come, and the music continued to sound so sweetly. At last she could bear it no longer, it was so delightful—see the dance she must; so she crept noiselessly out of bed, and glided towards the door of the drawing-room. And what wonders did she behold!
The night-lamp burned no longer; and yet it was quite light in the room, because the moon shone through the window and illuminated the whole floor, so it was almost as light as day. All the hyacinths and tulips stood in two rows in the drawing-room, and before the windows was nothing but the empty flower-pots. The flowers danced figures, one round another on the
