WASSA GOES TO FAIRYLAND. 105

repeated the same voice Wassa had heard on
her entrance.

“Where are the bright stones and flowers
the fairies gave to Mona?” asked Wassa.
“ The king said I should take with me what I
liked most, and I want those most.”

“Come,” said the wisp, ‘and thou wilt find
The things that most do suit thy mind.”

And the wisp, swinging his lantern about his
head, darted into another dark and narrow
passageway.

“ Where are the fairies who threw the pretty
stones and flowers to Mona?” asked Wassa.

“ Look, maiden fair, and thou shalt see
How fairies shower their gifts on thee,”

was heard from the same voice that had spoken
before.

At these words Wassa felt a shower of
stones falling over her shoulders, and glancing
up, she shuddered as she beheld a grotesque
face peering down at her. She clutched a
handful of the stones, however, for even in
that dim light they sparkled brilliantly.

“The grove with the beautiful plants and