When I was in bed that night I thought of her just as I was going to sleep. "I've dreamed all that," I said to myself, "or else that, little old creature is a mad thing. How can I possibly call her when I am asleep?"
I fell off to sleep, and presently dreamed that I called her; I am not sure that I did not even call to her aloud, three times, "Fairy Dust! Fairy Dust! Fairy Dust!"
The enchanted palace.
At the same moment I was transported into an immense garden, in the midst of which stood an enchanted palace, and on the threshold of this marvellous dwelling stood awaiting me a lady resplendent with youth and beauty, dressed in magnificent festal clothes.
I flew to her, and she kissed me, saying—
"Well, do you recognise Fairy Dust!"
"No, not in the least, madame," I
