116 THE FAIRY-FOLK OF THE BLUE HILL.

brown beetle retreated as noiselessly as he had
approached, and was soon fast asleep, himself,
under a fine large oak leaf.

The day after her visit to Fairyland found
Wassa in a very uncomfortable state of mind.
Taking her brother and sisters into a secluded
spot in the woods, she narrated her adventures
of the day before, and expressed her opinion
that Mona had purposely deceived her in de-
scribing the beauties of Fairyland.

“But her stones were bright, and her flowers
as fresh as if they had just been plucked; and
thy stones were dingy, and thy flowers withered,”
remarked the little lad.

This had the effect of making Wassastill more
angry with Mona for having fared so much
better than she had, and, like all envious dispo-
sitions, instead of venting her anger on those
who were the cause of her disappointment, she
made innocent Mona the one responsible for
all her troubles.

“T know what I'll do,” said Wassa after a
pause. “I will entice her down into the mead-
ows where the cranberries grow. I will tell
her they are ripe, and she will get into the soft
mud, and will have to stay there all night.”