gO THE FAIRY-FOLK OF THE BLUE HILL.

The mother gazed at her little daughter in
amazement, fearing her mind must have _ be-
come unsettled.

“Z thought it was a dream at first,” replied
Mona, answering her mother’s anxious look,
“but it was not. See, mother dear, what the
kind fairies gave me,” and she poured her treas-
ures into her mother’s lap.

More astonished still was the good hunter’s
wife as she saw the sparkling stones that glit-
tered in the moonlight, and perceived the de-
licious fragrance of the beautiful flowers that
surely could have grown nowhere but in Fairy-
land.

“Thou must tell me all thou hast seen,”
said the amazed mother.

“T was playing in my little garden,” began
Mona, “and Wassa came to me and asked me,
oh! so pleasantly, to play with her and her
brother and sisters. She has always been so
rude to me that it made me very happy to
see her so good-natured, and I went with her.
We played and we played, and it was so nice
to have somebody to play with, mother dear,
that I didn’t think how far away from home I
was until I found myself at the foot of the hill.