The winter came, and fleurette was no longer able to stay among the cabbages of Mme. Bidoux.
Yet, in spite of the weekly letters, fleurette continued to droop.
Meanwhile fleurette had her nourishing food, and grew more like the ghost of a lily every day.
It was fleurette crouching down in the shelter of a doorway.
Now when the morrow arrived, Joyeuse sought fleurette in the garden, long and long.
There never was seen a more beautiful princess than fleurette.
fleurette, too, is received with smiles, with effusive greetings.
When he told this to fleurette she only smiled sweetly at him.
As far as human hearts could provide a bed for fleurette, that bed was of roses.
There never was seen a more complete and beautiful garden than this of the Princess fleurette.