"But I can bear to be pricked."
"Then I will guide you," said the fairy.
"How can that be?" cried the child. "You come to me in dreams; but by daylight I cannot see so much as the tips of your wings."
"Listen, and you will hear my voice," replied the fairy. "Set out toward the East, at dawn, to-morrow, and I will be with you."
When Little One awoke, the sun was rising, and she said,—
"Oh that golden gate! The sun has left it open: do you see it, beautiful lady?"
"I see it," whispered the fairy: "I am close beside you."
"Then," said Little One, fastening her dress, and putting on all the jewels she could possibly carry, "I think I will set out at once; for, if I make all speed, I may reach the Summer-land before that golden gate is closed."
