"I think I will not, little Sylphid; for, if you have only a Whisper for a guide, I do not believe you will ever get there; but, oh, you are very, very beautiful!"
"If you will not go," said Little One, "let me, at least, give you a few of my jewels: you can sell them for bread."
So saying, she took from her girdle some turquoise ornaments, and placed them in Dorel's hand with a kiss which had her whole heart in it.
"Now I love you," said Dorel; "but more for the kiss than any thing else; and I am going before you to cut down the thorns that shoot out by the wayside. I am a little mountain-girl, and know how to use the pruning-knife."
Little One danced for joy. She found she could now walk with wonderful ease; for not only were there no more sharp thorns to
