128 BEYOND THE BLUE MOUNTAINS.

“Give me that wreath,” said Primrose. She took it in her hands
and, before Convolvulus or the other sisters could prevent her, threw
it on the ground and trampled on it.

**T will stand on these roses, but they shall never reach my head!”
she exclaimed. ‘Oh, what is that?”

A little puff of smoke suddenly sprang up at the child’s feet; she
started aside to find that the rose wreath had vanished and that
Convolvulus and her sisters were nowhere to be seen.