Her nurse happened to snuff out the candles as she was playing with
it; and instantly came a shriek of rage, for her moon had vanished.
Presently, through the opening of the curtains, she caught sight of
the real moon, far away in the sky, and shining quite calmly, as if
she had been there all the time; and her rage increased to such a
degree that if it had not passed off in a fit, I do not know what
might have come of it.
As she grew up it was still the same, with this difference, that not
only must she have every thing, but she got tired of every thing
almost as soon as she had it. There was an accumulation of things in
her nursery and schoolroom and bedroom that was perfectly appalling.
Her mother's wardrobes were almost useless to her, so packed were
they with things of which she never took any notice. When she was
five years old, they gave her a splendid gold repeater, so close set
with diamonds and rubies, that the back was just one crust of gems.
In one of her little tempers, as they called her hideously ugly
rages, she dashed it against the back of the chimney, after which it
never gave a single tick; and some of the diamonds went to the
ash-pit.
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