"
"I don't see any way," assented Dame Clementina, sadly.
Dame Elizabeth was still there, and she spoke up to the count with a
curtesy.
"Noble sir," said she, "why don't you make another will?"
"Why, sure enough," cried the count with great delight, "why don't I?
I'll have my lawyer up to the castle to-morrow."
[Illustration: THE COUNT THINKS HIMSELF INSULTED.]
He did immediately alter his will, and his daughter was no longer
disinherited. She and Nan went to live at the castle, and were
very rich and happy. Nan learned to play on the harp, and wore
snuff-colored satin gowns. She was called Lady Nan, and she lived a
long time, and everybody loved her. But never, so long as she lived,
did she pin the sprig of dill and the verse over the door again. She
kept them at the very bottom of a little satin-wood box--the faded
sprig of dill wrapped round with the bit of paper on which was written
the charm-verse:
"Alva, aden, winira mir,
Villawissen lingen;
Sanchta, wanchta, attazir,
Hor de mussen wingen."
[Illustration: THEY FAIRLY DANCED AND FLOURISHED THEIR HEELS.]
THE SILVER HEN.
Dame Dorothea Penny kept a private school. It was quite a small
school, on account of the small size of her house. She had only twelve
scholars and they filled it quite full; indeed one very little boy had
to sit in the brick oven.
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