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The Magic
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."
