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94 THE FAIRY-FOLK.OF THE BLUE HILL.

descricd the rover’s children on the shore of
Willow Pond, amusing themselves by throw-
ing pebbles into the water. As soon as they
saw Mona, they looked at each other in amaze-
ment, for on her head was the pretty cap that
they thought would lie forever at the foot
of the precipice. So embarrassed was Wassa
that she did not know what to say, and stam-
mered confusedly : —

“So thou didst find thy cap after all? How
didst thou find thy way back?”

“The kind fairies brought me back,” an-
swered Mona smilingly.

“Dost thou think thou canst make me
believe that?” asked Wassa.

“Look here!” cried Mona, giving Wassa
the pretty stones and flowers. “Wilt thou
not believe it now? The good, kind fairies
gave me these.”

Wassa gazed in amazement at the gifts
Mona thrust into her hands, for she knew
well the woods about did not produce such
flowers, but she did not like to acknowledge
that she had been mistaken, and that, after
all, there were such beings as fairies. When,
however, she heard the strange adventures of