190 BEYOND THE BLUE MOUNTAINS. him. Perhaps the best way to get a sort of distant idea of what he really was would be to think of all the brave knights who have fought and conquered since the world was made, to think also of all the noble deeds which have ever been done, and of all the kind words which have ever been spoken, and then to try and imagine that all these wonderful and noble things are put together in one person. If any child can imagine this, he may get some faint idea of what the Prince was like. He may also understand why the children to whom the white doves were sent felt such a longing and such a drawing to the Prince, that the most tempting sight and the most tempting gift in all Summer Land could not keep them from him. They ran to meet him as surely as a needle flies to the magnet; even Buttercup forgot Sweet-Content when he saw him. The Prince spent a whole day in Summer Land, but the next morning he went away, and the children to whom the white doves were sent went with him. Buttercup wondered if there would be any more troubles before he reached the country beyond the Blue Mountains, but he soon perceived that where the Prince went there was no fear and no sorrow. The Prince and his little party travelled very quickly, and on the evening of the day on which they had left Summer Land they arrived at the gates which led into the country beyond the Mountains. You would like to know what went on inside that lovely country—I cannot tell you much, but I will try to give you some idea. The children’s father and mother had been very happy in the King’s country, but they knew well that perfect bliss could not be theirs until the children came home. ‘There were four children, and they earnestly hoped that they would soon join them. Clover and Cowslip arrived one summer's day, then, after a long interval, little Primrose, worn and spent from the many dangers and difficulties she had undergone, also entered the happy country; but where was Buttercup? Primrose told her mother that Buttercup could not come to the happy country for some little time longer. “T can’t do without him,” replied the mother. ‘ Home is not