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flying-board on which she had been sitting sink down, while the ground seemed to be gliding away behind, and the large green domes of the tree-tops seemed to be coming toward her.
Her eyes sparkled, her heart rejoiced.
"I am flying," she cried. "It cannot be any- thing else. What I am doing must be flying. Why, it's splendid, perfectly splendid!"
"Yes, you're flying," said the lady-bee, who had difficulty in keeping up with the child. "Those are linden-trees, those toward which we are flying, the lindens in our castle park. You can always tell where our city is by those lindens. But you're flying so fast, Maya."
" Fast?" said Maya. "How can one fly fast enough? Oh, how sweet the sunshine smells!"
"No," replied her companion, who was rather out of breath, "it's not the sunshine, it's the flowers that smell.—But please, don't go so fast, else I'll drop behind. Besides, at this pace you won't observe things and be able to find your way back."
But little Maya transported by the sunshine and the joy of living, did not hear.