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days there remained but one gem; and she wept because she had no more to give. But, through her tears, she now, for the first time, fancied she could see the spires and turrets of her beautiful home, though, as yet, very far off.
"How fast I have come!" said she, laughing with delight. "But for these magical shoes, and Dorel's pruning-knife, I should have been even now struggling at the foot of the hill."
Then she looked down at her torn dress.
"What a sad plight I am in! no one will know me when I get home!"
"Never fear!" said the fairy: "you are sure to be welcome."
Little One now held up her last jewel in the sunlight, while a starving boy looked at it with eager eyes.
"Take it!" said she, weeping with the ten-
