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The Story of Vain Lamorna.
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“Now we know how she did her hair, and can do ours like it,” said the young maiden elves; and they were never tired of examining it. At last one said,—

“It is so pretty, and poor Lamorna can never see it now. Shall we never set it free, and let it return to her?”

“On the day that she no longer cares about it, when she has ceased to be vain,” said the old elf gravely, “we will cut its ropes, and it will fly to her wherever she is.”

“But she may have grown old by then, and have changed so much that it would not know her,” said the young elf.

“Then it will change too,” said the old elf; “if even a wrinkle comes on Lamorna’s face it will at once appear on the face of her image here, and should her hair become grey its hair would be grey also.”

“Then it will be very amusing,” cried the elves; “we can watch it and know how Lamorna is going on, and if she looks well or ill.”

When Lamorna got home she felt frightened and uncomfortable, and she was cross with Erick for looking at her.

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