'It smells of all the roses in the world, I think.' When she stood up on the floor she felt as if she had been made over again.

Every bruise and all weariness were gone, and her hands were soft and whole as ever.
'Now I am going to put you to bed for a good sleep,' said her grandmother.
'But what will Lootie be thinking?
And what am I to say to her when she asks me where I have been ?' 'Don't trouble yourself about it.

You will find it all come right,' said her grandmother, and laid her into the blue bed, under the rosy counterpane.
'There is just one thing more,' said Irene.

'I am a little anxious about Curdie.

As I brought him into the house, I ought to have seen him safe on his way home.' 'I took care of all that,' answered the lady.