It is a real bower for a maiden of romance, with its rich green fragrance in the midst of winter.

It is like a picture in a dream.

One could imagine it a fairy land, where no care, or grief, or weariness could come, all choice beauty and sweetness waiting on the creature within.

I can hardly believe that it is a real place, and that I have seen it." "Though you have brought these pretty tokens that your fairy is as good as she is fair!" said Margaret, smiling..