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16 Chit-Chat by Puck.
and join in graceful airy dances of harmony. And
from the strings of the instrument poured out sweet
melodies, sometimes grand and powerful, sometimes
soft and yearning. And the composer, who but a
while ago had been downcast and baffled, felt a
throb of exquisite joy, and said aloud to himself,
“Yes, that was a glorious inspiration !”
“Now we proceed further,” said Puck, and they
rode out again into the night; but not far, for there
was a light in a window quite near. In a fine room
a young girl sat sewing a white dress by the light
of alamp. It was a bridal robe, and the girl herself
was the happy bride. The portrait of her lover
lay before her, and the needle had frequently to
stop while the girl took the portrait, looked at it,
and kissed it.
“TI will make her a wedding gift,” said Puck, and
raised his wand tipped with the bunch of flowers:
“May the blossoms of love always grow around
you, and be a source of joy for yourself and those
whom you cherish at heart!” And on the moment
came quite a shower of red roses from the staff.
The girl closed her eyes, smiling, and she inhaled
the balmy air, and whispered in her dream, “ May I
be able to make him as happy as I long to!”
The next window where a light appeared was
carefully covered with thick satin curtains, but Puck
showed the poet an aperture through which the
light poured.
“Here I have often been before, but to no avail.
Let us enter,” he said.
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