Two page spread for a children's book about a girl who is cursed to dance forever

She danced out into the open churchyard; but the dead there
did not dance. They had something better to do than that. She
wanted to sit down on the pauper’s grave where the bitter fern
grows; but for her there was neither peace nor rest. And as she
danced past the open church door she saw an angel there in
long white robes, with wings reaching from his shoulders down
to the earth; his face was stern and grave, and in his hand he
held a broad shining sword.

“Dance you shall,” said he, “dance in your red shoes till you are
pale and cold, till your skin shrivels up and you are a skeleton!
Dance you shall, from door to door, and where proud and
wicked children live you shall knock, so that they may hear
you and fear you! Dance you shall, dance—!”