WASSA MAKES A PLAN. 65

“T saw something one day that looked just
like a fairy,” said the youngest sister timidly.
“Tt looked like a tiny face peeping out of a
pond lily.”

“’Twas a dragon-fly or a butterfly, thou
little goose,” replied Wassa. “ Thou art as
foolish as Mona to imagine thou see’st fairies.”

“Who dost thou think took the nets and
stone out of the pond?” asked the brother.

“The witches, I suppose,’ replied Wassa
with a laugh.

“ There is Mona now,” said one of the little
maids, pointing in the direction of the hunter’s
hut.

Through the tall forest trees the children
saw Mona busily at work in her little garden.
She had transplanted with much pains many of
the prettiest wild flowers, and columbine and
violets and innocence were blooming as freshly
__ and cheerfully as if they had sprung up of their
"gown accord.

“See how proud the little maid is,” whis-
pered the brother; “dost thou not see how
careful she is not to spoil her fine clothes?”

“Tf it were not for her fine clothes, she
wouldn’t look any better than any one else,”