\"That\'syou,\"whisperedJack,throwingthewhitecarnationatJill,andshethrewbacktheredone,withherfingeronherlips,forthetalewasveryinterestingnow。
\"Shedidnotsuffermuchafteratime,butshescoldedandcried,andcouldnotberesigned,becauseshewasaprisoner。Thequeentriedtohelpher,butshecouldnotdomuch;theprinceswerekind,buttheyhadtheirbooksandplays,andwereawayagooddeal。
Somefriendsshehadcameoftentoseeher,butstillshebeatherwingsagainstthebars,likeawildbirdinacage,andsoonherspiritswereallgone,anditwassadtoseeher。\"
\"WherewasyourSaintLucy？Ithoughtitwasabouther,askedJack,whodidnotliketohaveJill\'spasttroublesdweltupon,sincehiswerenot。
\"Sheiscoming。Saintsarenotborn——theyaremadeaftermanytrialsandtribulations,\"answeredhismother,lookingatthefireasifithelpedhertospinherlittlestory。\"Well,thepoorchildusedtosingsometimestowhileawaythelonghours——sadsongsmostly,andoneamongthemwhichthequeentaughtherwas\'SweetPatience,Come。\'