. The little lame prince and his traveling cloak : a parable for old and young . a goodmany sillier things. And as seeings believ-ing, and I never saw it, I can not be ex-pected implicitly to believe it myself, exceptin a sort of a way; and yet there is truth init—for some people. 96 The Little Lame Prince. The cloak rose, slowly and steadily, atfirst only a few inches, then gradually higherand higher, till it nearly touched the sky-light. Prince Dolors head actually bumpedagainst the glass, or would have done sohad he not crouched down, crying, Oh,please dont hurt me! in a most melancholyvoic
. The little lame prince and his traveling cloak : a parable for old and young . a goodmany sillier things. And as seeings believ-ing, and I never saw it, I can not be ex-pected implicitly to believe it myself, exceptin a sort of a way; and yet there is truth init—for some people. 96 The Little Lame Prince. The cloak rose, slowly and steadily, atfirst only a few inches, then gradually higherand higher, till it nearly touched the sky-light. Prince Dolors head actually bumpedagainst the glass, or would have done sohad he not crouched down, crying, Oh,please dont hurt me! in a most melancholyvoice. Then he suddenly remembered his god-mothers express command— Open the sky-light! Regaining his courage at once, without amoments delay he lifted up his head andbegan searching for the bolt—the cloakmeanwhile remaining perfectly still, bal-anced in the air. But the minute the win-dow was opened, out it sailed—right out intothe clear, fresh air, with nothing betweenit and the cloudless blue. Prince Dolor had never felt any suchdelicious sensation before. I can under-. The cloak rose slowly and steadily. (97) The Little Lame Prince. 99 0 stand it. Can not yon ? Did you neverthink, in watching the rooks going homesingly or in pairs, oaring their way acrossthe calm evening sky till they vanish likeblack dots in the misty gray, how pleasantit must feel to be up there, quite out of thenoise and din of the world, able to hear andsee every thing down below, yet troubledby nothing and teased by no one—all alone,bur perfectly content ? Something like this was the happiness ofthe little lame Trince when he got out ofHopeless Tower, and found himself for thefirst time in the pure open air, with the skyabove him and the earth below. True, there was nothing but earth andsky; no houses, no trees, no rivers, moun-tains, seas—not a beast on the ground, or abird in the air. But to him even the levelplain looked beautiful; and then there wasthe glorious arch of the sky, with a littl
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