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 with flowers. Butterflies with soft wings stroked Eepersip's cheeks caressingly. Fleuriss danced through the flowers, looking, as Eepersip thought, like a little butterfly herself. The sky was a heavenly deep bluea rich deep blue, yet filled and sparkling with all the gold of the sun and all the coolth of snow. She could see for miles into it, as if it had suddenly come nearer than usual. She reached up and could almost see her fingers touching it. What a strange sensation!

But Fleuriss had a stranger one. As Eepersip danced along, it seemed as though her feet barely touched the ground. The flowers and grasses swayed gently beneath her, but they were not crushed. And Fleuriss felt a bit of dread coming into her minddread of living and staying with this strange sister. What if she should grow tired of Fleuriss and run off? Suppose she should change into a treea leafa sprite? But Fleuriss fought with this feelingbecause she wanted to live by the ocean, and to do the things that Eepersip had promised.

After a while they came to the foot of the great hill. They slept down there, near a tiny lakelet, in