One more night..plz

“I am waited for in Egypt,” said the swallow. “My friends are

flying up and down the Nile, and talking to the large lotus flowers.

Soon they will go to sleep.”

The Prince asked the swallow to stay with him for one night

and be his messenger. “The boy is so thirsty, and the mother so

sad,” he said.

“I don’t think I like boys,” answered the swallow. “I want to go

to Egypt.”

But the Happy Prince looked so sad that the little swallow was

sorry. “It is very cold here,” he said. But he agreed to stay with

him for one night and be his messenger.

“Thank you, little Swallow,” said the Prince.

The swallow picked out the great ruby from the Prince’s sword,

and flew away with it in his beak over the roofs of the town.

He passed by the cathedral tower, where the white marble angels

were sculptured. He passed by the palace and heard the sound of

dancing. A beautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover.

“I hope my dress will be ready in time for the State ball,” she

said. “I have ordered flowers to be embroidered on it, but the

seamstresses are so lazy.”

He passed over the river, and saw the lanterns hanging on the

masts of the ships. At last he came to the poor woman’s house and looked in. The boy was tossing feverishly on his bed, and the mother had fallen asleep, she was so tired. In he hopped, and laid the great ruby on the table beside the woman’s thimble. Then he flew gently round the bed, fanning the boy’s forehead with his wings. “How cool I feel!” said the boy, “I must be getting better;”

and he sank into a delicious slumber.

Then the swallow flew back to the Happy Prince, and told him what he had done.

“It is curious,” he remarked, “but I feel quite warm now, although it is so cold.”

“That is because you have done a good action,” said the Prince. And the little swallow began to think, and then fell asleep. Thinking always made him sleepy. When day broke he flew down to the river and had a bath.“Tonight I go to Egypt,” said the swallow, and he was in high spirits at the prospect. He visited all the monuments and sat a long time on top of the church steeple. When the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince.

“Have you any commissions for Egypt?” he cried. “I am

just starting.”

“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “will you

stay with me one night longer?”

“I am waited for in Egypt,” answered the swallow.

“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “far away

across the city I see a young man in a garret. He is leaning over a

desk covered with papers, and in the glass by his side there is a

bunch of withered violets. His hair is brown and crisp, and his

lips are red as a pomegranate, and he has large and dreamy eyes.

He is trying to finish a play for the Director of the Theatre, but he

is too cold to write any more. There is no fire in the grate, and