Book2:KigdomIteDreams

inginthenearbyriver.Inherhandwasabamboobasketofmulticoloredfreshflowersshehadjustpicked,addingbrightnessandgaietytotheeretchofpurewhiteofthemoon.ThegirlwasCharmaiheonepyingtheharpwastheothermistressofthemooine.Charmainewalkedbarefootedonthesmoothwhiteground.Shewentupthestep,pushedopenthedoorain.Pigaflowerfromherbasket,shestuckitinthehairofthegirlpyingtheharp.Clemeoppedpying.Sheloweredherhandstoherpandwasstill.

    “What’swyou,Clementine?”askedhersister.“Fromyourmusihearyouareperturbedandupset.”

    “Yes,yht.SomehowIfeeltense,nervousandafraidtodayandIdon’tknowwhy.IamafraidsomethinghashappeoKingDimitriandhisKingdom.”

    “No,Idon’tthinkso.Perhapsit’sbecausetheyarealwaysonyourmind.Whydooyour