Bluebeard's Keys and Other Stories #247341

Fanny and her sister sit in a vaulted room with Windows towards the front — windows that you could scarcely distin guish from the piazza, so hidden are they amongthe marble wreaths and columns which ornament the old palace, if it were not for the birdcage and for Anne'stall lily-pots flower ing in the sun the two girls' heads are bending over their work. They are busy with harmless magic, weaving them selves into elegant young ladies out of muslin shreds and scraps and frills. The little impetuous Fanny cuts and snips and runs along the endless breadths of tarlatan.