THE BLUE BIRD
face with my Prince in all the dazzling splendour that befits a princess.'
Instantly there was a flash as if a fairy wand had cleft the air. And there stood Florine, the most splendidly royal figure you could imagine. She was beautiful beyond words—so beautiful that the wonderful jewels in her hair and on her lovely dress, on her neck and arms and tiny shoes, could never have got their beauty from any one but her.
She opened the door, and stepped back with a cry of delight. As she did so, she placed her hand to her breast where she felt the frail little box that contained the fourth and last egg.
In another moment she was in the Prince's arms, and the pressure of that embrace crushed the box and broke the egg.
'I wish,' she cried on the instant, raising her lips to his, 'I wish that you will love me for ever!'
