. The house of joy . s. Syringa, Syringa ! cried the bird. The Queen-widow caught herself by thethroat and moaned, and lay down upon thegrass to die. As soon as her breath was gone, all theblossoms rose up again like a white columnof cloud; down into their midst flew the bluebird. Then, this way and that, the blossomscast themselves loose into the wind, and outof their midst came Syringa herself, carryingher child in her arms. At her feet theQueen-widow lay quite dead, with her handupon her throat. The little blue birds inthe palace had broken out of their cage andwere calling for their mother
. The house of joy . s. Syringa, Syringa ! cried the bird. The Queen-widow caught herself by thethroat and moaned, and lay down upon thegrass to die. As soon as her breath was gone, all theblossoms rose up again like a white columnof cloud; down into their midst flew the bluebird. Then, this way and that, the blossomscast themselves loose into the wind, and outof their midst came Syringa herself, carryingher child in her arms. At her feet theQueen-widow lay quite dead, with her handupon her throat. The little blue birds inthe palace had broken out of their cage andwere calling for their mothers with childishvoices and laughter. But the King knelt down before Syringasfeet, pale and trembling, seeking pardon forhaving ever believed in her guilt. SwiftlyQueen Syringa bent down, and in tokenof forgiveness held her childs lips to them both her face and breath werefragrant as a garden full of sunshine. When the King had kissed the childslips, she gave him her own. THE TRAVELLERS SHOES TO MARY AND EMILY.
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