70 THE FAIRY-FOLK OF THE BLUE HILL.

wast making up a face, and thy complexion is
all green.”

“ T did make up a face,” replied Wassa, whe
had a secret misgiving that the spring was
reflecting the envious thoughts that filled her
breast. “Come, let us go farther on, or we
cannot be home before dark.”

On went the children once more, when

a Wassa_ suddenly
walked to the
edge of the path
and looked down.
“Just see how
steep the side of
the hill is,” she ex-
claimed, beckon-
ing to the chil-
dren.

Cautiously the
othersapproached
and gazed down
the steep hillside. The path was indeed
steep, and many large rocks lay in the way.
As Mona leant forward to peep over, Wassa,
as if by accident, pushed roughly against her.
Mona’s light cap fell off, and in spite of her