122 THE CHERRY-STONES.

had haunted him through the day. He
dreamed that he stood alone in a large
and beautiful garden. The air was fra-
grant with the rarest flowers ; and every
variety of fruit grew in rich abundance
around. Immediately before him rose a
cherry-tree, whose enormous branches, far
exceeding in size any he had ever seen,
were loaded with ripe and delicious fruit.
At his feet lay his favourite Juno; her
eyes gazing intently on the tree, and
sparkling with the brightness of diamonds.
As he eyed the tempting clusters, which
the great height of the tree placed far
above his reach, he thought that the lofty
stem suddenly bent towards him, till the
loaded branches almost touched the ground.
He stretched out his hand, and plucked
a cherry ; and he had no sooner done so,
than the tree sprang back again to its