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112 Chit-Chat by Puck.
had not noticed it before, as he was gazing on
the housetops. He opened the window, and felt
that the air was quite warm. He looked for a
tree which he knew ought to be seen far away
between the roofs of the houses. There it stood,
and he thought he could see that its leaves
were already budding. He looked in turn at
the flower, and at the tree, till at last he
thought both grew taller and taller. The flower
grew high as a tree, and glistened in gorgeous
colours; the tree stretched forth its branches until
it covered the whole city. And in the centre
of the flower he saw a beautiful face, with loose
flowing locks, and he heard a clear voice that whis-
pered, “Seek, and it may be that you will find
what you have lost.” Suddenly it seemed to
James that the leaves of the flower assumed the
shape of wings, and the sweet voice came floating
down to him as from the far-off distance, “ Seek,
and in seeking you shall find what you have lost!”
James hastened away from his close chamber,
and followed in the direction whence he thought
he had heard the wonderful voice that urged
him on to seek. He almost ran along the streets
and squares, and when at last he had left the
town far behind him he sank exhausted at the
side of a large stone, on the top of a little green
hill, where a few young birches with their graceful
airy branches and soft verdure of early spring had
clustered together. Night had already spread a
dark mantle over forest and field, but there was
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