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           Whenshesawthat—wasn’titastrangethingforhertodo—sheputherfacedownuponthepageandburstintotears.

           "Idon’tknowwhoitis,"shesaid;"butsomebodycaresformealittle.Ihaveafriend."

           ShetookhercandleandstoleoutofherownroomandintoBecky’s,andstoodbyherbedside.

           "Becky,Becky!"shewhisperedasloudlyasshedared."Wakeup!"

           WhenBeckywakened,andshesatuprightstaringaghast,herfacestillsmudgedwithtracesoftears,besideherstoodalittlefigureinaluxuriouswaddedrobeofcrimsonsilk.Thefaceshesawwasashining,wonderfulthing.ThePrincessSara—assherememberedher—stoodatherverybedside,holdingacandleinherhand.

           "Come,"shesaid."Oh,Becky,come!"

           Beckywastoofrightenedtospeak.Shesimplygotupandfollowedher,withhermouthandeyesopen,andwithoutaword.

           Andwhentheycrossedthethreshold,Sarashutthedoorgentlyanddrewherintothewarm,glowingmidstofthingswhichmadeherbrainreelandherhungrysensesfaint."It’strue!It’strue!"shecried."I’vetouchedthemall.Theyareasrealasweare.TheMagichascomeanddoneit,Becky,whilewewereasleep—theMagicthatwon’tletthoseworstthingsEVERquitehappen."