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Then Goldenhair, who had vanished, came back, and, with the most enchanting smile that Henry had ever seen on the face of a pretty woman, lured him by delicious gestures into Mr. Mark Snyder's private office. 'Well, exclaimed Mr. Snyder, full of good-humour, 'here we are again. He was a fair, handsome man of about forty, and he sat at a broad table playing with a revolver.
"Never heard of it," said the second nightingale, rather crossly. "Well," explained the other, "you have to follow the brook for a day and three-quarters, and then take all the paths to the left until you come to the pool. It is very ugly and muddy, and bushes with red berries on them grow around it." "Well, what of that?" said her companion; "and what happened to the Princess Goldenhair?"
'Miss Foster she says her name is. Better show her in here, hadn't I? The old woman's in your room now. It's nearly half-past six. 'Yes, said Henry; 'show her in here. Foster? Foster? I don't know His heart began to beat like an engine under his waistcoat. And then Miss Foster tripped in. And she was Goldenhair! 'Good-afternoon, Mr.
He knew it was not Stumpinghame, because the people had not large feet. But they all had sad faces, and once or twice, when he passed groups of them who were talking, he heard them speak of the Princess Goldenhair, as if they were sorry for her and could not enjoy themselves while such a misfortune rested upon her.
Marylyn glanced over a shoulder. "Does there?" she questioned, half whispering. He took a forward step. "There does," he answered solemnly. "It's Goldenhair, as well as I can make out. But where on earth are the bears?" Instantly, she had her bonnet. "My! my!" she said. "Bears! Indians is bad enough." She peered into the long heaps of tangled grapevine. "Oh, now!" he exclaimed self-accusingly.
She had so fair and tender a young face, and her large, soft eyes, yet looked so sorrowful, that Fairyfoot loved her in a moment, and he knelt on one knee, taking off his cap and bending his head until his own golden hair almost hid his face. "Beautiful Princess Goldenhair, beautiful and sweet Princess, may I speak to you?" he said. The Princess stopped and looked at him, and answered him softly.
She kept asking me where you were, and looked so " "I think, on the whole, we'd better wait till after supper when it's cooler, Goldenhair," Good Indian observed, when she hesitated over something she had not quite decided to say. "I suppose I really ought to stay and help the boys with that clover patch that Mother Hart is worrying so about.
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