The shepherdess looked and saw that the shepherd stood in a deep sleep.  She went to him and sought to rouse him, but neither tongue nor hands were of the slightest avail.

The wise woman turned to Rosamond.

“My child,” she said, “I shall never be far from you.  Come to me when you will.  Bring them to me.”

Rosamond smiled and kissed her hand, but kept her place by her parents.  They also were now in a deep sleep like the shepherd.

The wise woman took the shepherd by the hand, and led him away.

And that is all my double story.  How double it is, if you care to know, you must find out.  If you think it is not finished—­I never knew a story that was.  I could tell you a great deal more concerning them all, but I have already told more than is good for those who read but with their foreheads, and enough for those whom it has made look a little solemn, and sigh as they close the book.