50 THE FAIRY-FOLK OF THE BLUE HILL.

dragon-fly indignantly, “and all because they
are envious of Mona and the pretty things she
wears!”
“ Beware of all the passions wild,
But the saddest of all, an envious child,”

sang a voice from above, and the tiny elf, Toto
the Slim, was seen astride the limb of an oak
that grew above the spots where
the brown beetle and the blue
dragon-fly were stationed.
“This is a pretty state of
affairs!” exclaimed the blue
dragon-fly. “ Now, those nets
of the hunter lie at
yr wy the bottom of the
“ey lake and there they
will stay.”

  
   
   
 
  

“There they will stay
Till close of day ;
In moonbeams bright
They’ll come to light.”’

As Toto the Slim said these words, he slid
down from the branch on which he was seated,
and popped into the hollow of the tree that
served as his house.