130 The Catskill Fazrtes.

ishing the jewels on her sleeve the while, just to make them
sparkle and glitter.

“A tiny black dwarf crept through the window like a spider,
and perched on the back of Aunt Katrine’s chair, without her
being aware of his presence. The dwarf ncdded and chuckled
as he peered over her shoulder. After a while he drew a bit
of folded paper from his girdle, which grew in size to a large
fan, ornamented with strange figures and smelling of sweet per-

fume, and began gently to fan Aunt Katrine. The perfume was

 

thus wafted from the paper, and presently she bobbed her head
twice, and sank back in the chair fast asleep. Oh, dear! she
had done more harm than good with the best intentions. Down
hopped the dwarf to the floor, and snatched the chain from
her lap. She opened her heavy eyes’ just as he reached the