They said Lady Halle was beautiful, but her beauty was
that of a tempting fiend. Saint Elizabeth, the tutelar saint of the
land, the pious princess of Thuringia, whose good deeds have been
immortalized in so many places through stories and legends, had
greater beauty and more real grace. Her picture hung in the chapel,
surrounded by silver lamps; but it did not in the least resemble
Molly.
The apple-tree, which the two children had planted, grew
year after year, till it became so large that it had to be
transplanted into the garden, where the dew fell and the sun shone
warmly. And there it increased in strength so much as to be able to
withstand the cold of winter; and after passing through the severe
weather, it seemed to put forth its blossoms in spring for very joy
that the
