I20 THE FAIRY-FOLK OF THE BLUE HILL.

queen to disport herself in the warm sunshine,
followed by her ladies in waiting, who held
themselves in readiness to be summoned at any
moment.

All day long Wassa was in a state of uneasi-
ness. She watched from a distance the form
of the hunter’s little maid as the bright cap
and neat dress of skins flitted among the trees,
or attended to the flowers in the little garden.
Not until the sun was down did Wassa attempt
to carry out her plan; but when twilight with
its soft shadows appeared, she set out in the
direction of the hunter’s cabin.

Before Wassa had taken many steps, how-
ever, there sprang from behind a tall clump of
bushes the Will-o’-the-wisp, swinging his little
lantern, and singing gayly:—

“Follow, follow where I go,
Whoever would my secret know.”

Atsight of the mischievous sprite who had
led her through the dark and unpleasant paths
in Fairyland, Wassa at once forgot the object
she had in view. The annoying experience of
the day before rose vividly before her mind,
and she resolved to overtake and punish the