Williston, Teresa Peirce · Chicago, New York [etc.] Rand McNally & co · leaf 85
Silently he handed her a tinycup. As silently she drank from it. It wasthe water of forgetfulness. All her life onearth faded from her. Once more she was amoon maiden and would live forever. The leader gently laid a mantle of gleam-ing snow-white feathers over her shoulders.Her old garments slipped… … 80 of the moonlight, the long line passed, untilonce more they reached the silver gates ofthe moon city, where all is happiness andpeace. Men say that even now a soft white wreathof smoke curls up from the sacred crown ofFuji Yama, like a floating bridge to that faircity far off in the sky.
Fairy tales
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