"What are you spinning?" he asked.
The Princess had not known, until that moment, what she was spinning,
but now she understood at once.
"I am spinning to make you a new shirt," she said.
"Oh, thank you!" said the little boy as he smiled down at her. The
Princess looked at him, wondering. She noticed that his eyes looked
very like those of her fairy-godmother.
Then she thought of something else.
"In the little house you will find a treasure," her fairy-godmother
had said.
She looked all about. There was no gold, or anything that she had
thought before was a treasure there. Then she listened to her heart
that was singing, too, now. That was it. Her fairy-godmother had given
her, in her little house, the treasure of a happy heart.
THE OLD HOUSE
Up there in the street was an old, old house.
All the other houses in the street were new, with large window panes
and smooth walls, but the old house had queer faces cut out of the
beams over the windows, and under the eaves was a dragon's head for a
rain-water spout. The front steps were as broad as those to a palace,
and as high, it seemed, as to a church tower.
"How long is that old place to stand and spoil our street?" said the
families who lived in the new houses.
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