"Our new horse is called Ruby.

We've got another horse--a red one--such a beauty!" But Nanny went on with her story.
"I looked at the ruby all the time the lady was talking to me,--it was so beautiful! And as she talked I kept seeing deeper and deeper into the stone.

At last she rose to go away, and I began to pull the ring off my finger; and what do you think she said?
--'Wear it all night, if you like.

Only you must take care of it.

I can't give it you, for some one gave it to me; but you may keep it till to-morrow.' Wasn't it kind of her?
I could hardly take my tea, I was so delighted to hear it; and I do think it was the ring that set me dreaming; for, after I had taken my tea, I leaned back, half lying and half sitting, and looked at the ring on my finger.