The Fairy Pedler. 39

 

“ Winter has made her a prisoner; but she will beg leave to
come, if the king is in a good-humor. Sometimes he melts.”

“ These are friends I made in the woods last summer,” said
the Angora, proudly.

Just then a queer little form dashed down the chimney, up-
set Queen Puff’s spinning-wheel, and flew into the cat’s face as
a beetle blunders into the candle-flame.

“Gracious! I hope that I’m not late,” said the new-comer.

“Where are your manners?” cried Queen Puff, putting her
cap straight.

“ Beg your pardon, ma’am. I was in a hurry to see Job.”