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"Why, Barnabas!" said the Duchess, very gently, "dear boy--what is it?

Ah! you've found it then, already--your sachet? Though indeed it

looks --a very sood needlewoers dreadfully There--let me

open it for you--so! Nohile I hold it, see what is inside"

Then, wondering, Barnabas slipped a clu and behold the faded wisp had becoin freshness For in his hand there lay

a great, scarlet rose, as sweet and fresh and fragrant as

though--for all the world as though it had been plucked that very

his look, "it was no

hand of mine worked the transformation, dear Barnabas"

"But,"with an effort--

"it--was--dead--long ago--?"

"Yet behold it is alive again!" said the Duchess "And oh, Barnabas

dear, if a withered, faded wisp ain--so may a woman's

faith and love There, there, dear boy! Close your eyes and go to

sleep again"

So, being very weary, Barnabas closed his eyes and, with the touch

of her sers in his hair, fell fast asleep

II Now as Barnabas lay thus, lost in slu visions and fancies of late, but, of

them all, surely none had there been quite like this

For it seereen, dewy