66 THE PRINCESS AND CURDIE.
as young as perfection, he could not tell for the turning and flashing of the wheel
"Listen to the wheel," said the voice which had already grown dear to Curdie: its very tone was precious like a jewel, not as a jewel, for no jewel could compare with it in preciousness.
And Curdie listened and listened.
"What is it saying?" asked the voice.
" It is singing," answered Curdie.
" What is it singing ? "
Curdie tried to make out, but thought he could not; for no sooner had he got a hold of something than it vanished again. Yet he listened, and listened, entranced with delight
"Thank you, Curdie," said the voice.
u Ma'am," said Curdie, " I did try hard for a while, but I could not make anything of it"
" Oh, yes, you did, and you have been telling it to me I Shall I tell you again what I told my wheel, and my wheel told you, and you have just told me without knowing it ? "
" Please, ma'am."
Then the lady began to sing, and her wheel spun an accompaniment to her song, and the music of the wheel was like the music of an JEoYxzn harp blown upon by the wind that bloweth where it listeth. Oh! the sweet