62 The Catskill Fatries.

Gnome servant, ‘and in my dressing-room you will find a
winged jacket. Bring it to me.’

“The Gnome servant bowed low, and dived into the earth
as a bather dips in the ocean wave. Presently he returned
with the winged jacket, which the girl put on.

“* Now listen to me, said King Rapp. ‘You can fly like a
bird in that jacket. If you wish to come into my presence at
any time, you have only to clap the wings thrice, like Chanti-
cleer before crowing, and you will be met by a Gnome, who
will conduct you to my kingdom. You must go to my cham-
ber, and knock on the steel shield at the head of my bed.
Wherever I may be I will answer the summons.’

“The Indian girl thanked the terrible Rapp, and dried her
tears. Then the tiny Elf Queen gave her her apron, which
grew larger and seemed made of the finest silk.

“Whatever article you desire can be had, if you wish with
your hand in your pocket,’ she said.

“ Now the Elf King did not choose to be considered behind
the others in kindness, so he took off his slippers, and placed
them on the child’s feet, which they fitted perfectly.

“* The Queen can make me another pair,’ he said, capering
about barefooted. ‘You can run miles in those shoes without
feeling weary, and the best of it is that they will carry you
over the water dryshod.’

“ The Indian bid them all farewell, and stepped outside the
enchanted circle. Instantly the grotto, the murmuring fount-
ain, the flower-carpet vanished.

“ The sun had set, and dark shadows spread along the forest
paths as the girl hastened home. She would creep into the