Then Goodness comes, and makes the walls shine with his presence, and Self-denial makes my sofa so soft and easy, and Love gives me a nice view through the window, for I try to take an interest in all the men and women and little children who pass, and when I sit at the window and look at them through Love's glass you cannot think how nice they all seem.

I told the Prince about it one day, and he said that was making a real Palace Beautiful out of our rooms." Jasmine sighed.
"I hear Primrose's step," she said.

"Oh, Daisy! you are a darling! how sweetly you think.

I wonder if these rooms could ever come to mean a Palace Beautiful to me! I don't think fairies could come to me here, Daisy.

I don't think I could see things through their eyes.