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quick efforts to recover it, the cap was borne
swiftly over the precipice.

“My cap! My cap!” cried Mona anxiously ;
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“Thou must not think of such a thing,” said -
Wassa* decidedly. “There it lies at the foot
of the precipice, and thou couldst never climb
up again, even if thou shouldst manage to go
safely down.”

“ But I wzs¢,” replied Mona. “I cannot lose
the pretty cap my mother took such pains to
make for me.”

“It will very soon be dark, and I am going
home. Come, children,” said Wassa.

So saying, Wassa started to return, followed
by her brother and sisters. Looking back,
they saw Mona beginning cautiously to de-
scend the steep path.

“What art thou doing, Mona?” called Wassa
sharply.

“IT am going to find my cap,” replied the
little maid resolutely.

“Thou wilt never find thy way home, and
when it is dark the bears will come out and
eat thee,” said Wassa. “ My father says he has
often seen them prowling about at night.”