"Why, where are you going?"
"I'm going to the beautiful, beautiful white mountains. And then maybe the sea again, Fleuriss—the sea."
"Oo!"
"Coming?"
"NO! I'll ask Mother to take me to the sea. She will."
"Then—good-bye!"
And she decked Fleuriss's fern dress with beautiful flowers—a crown of them and a girdle. A sweet wind arose, carrying the scent of Eepersip's flowers to Fleuriss. A few butterflies were blown over to her. Eepersip stood on her tiptoes an instant: then, quick as a flash, she whirled about and bounded off, free—relieved of a gigantic burden.
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She went up to the lovely hill and stayed there a few days, amid the dancing butterflies and the gorgeous roses. At the lake she would dream hour after hour and watch the little jewelled minnows playing about the white stones and shining pebbles. In the evening she crept into a great bed of thick vines with flowers of white and gold, and listened to the lapping of the waves and watched
