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“So far from home?” asked the mother
reproachfully.

“I did not know, I was so busy playing, that
we had gone so far, but since we were there,
it did seem a pity not to go up the hill. Then
what dost thou think Wassa did to me?”
asked Mona, glad, like many another child,
to have some one to share the blame with.
“She knocked my pretty cap off, and it fell
down to the bottom of a great steep hill, and
I went down to get it, but I couldn't find it,
and Wassa ran off and left me and then I
tumbled down the hill.”

“Why, thou hast thy cap on thy head,” said
the mother.

“Then the good little fairies must have
found it for me,” replied Mona. “ Dust thou
not think it very wrong for Wassa to knock
it off? I will pay her for it though. She has
always been very unkind to me.”

“ Dost thou think that the way to make her
feel kindly to thee? I think thou know’st a
much better way. But thou hast not told me
about thy visit to Fairyland.”

Then Mona related her descent down the
steep hillside to recover her cap, and her fall,