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Epigraph

“And now, little friend, you must go home and sleep,” said the Fountain Angel, “for I have to carry water to the houses of all the sick and poor in the town. You could not help me there, I have to go and come so quickly. Before you go bathe your lame foot in the fountain; its water has a gift of healing. Good-bye! To-morrow we shall meet again.”

He waved his hand affectionately towards Herminé, and disappeared through the iron-scrolled gates.

Note

Left alone, she sat dabbling her foot in the cool waters of the fountain, and thinking over all that the marble child had told her, till the clock in the Palace Tower struck three, and she started as she realized how late it was!

He was still sleeping quietly; and as soon as Herminé’s little tired head touched the pillow she also was in the land of dreams.