152 THE FAIRY-FOLK OF THE BLUE HILL.

Nothing was to be done but to carry the
obstreperous prince to the cave of the birds,
and a weary walk it was, through long and brill-
iantly lighted passages. Often must Wassa
stop for her charge to look at the bright stones
that adorned the sides of the cavern,.and to
pick the gay flowers that grew in the path.

 

After a tedious walk, the cave of the birds
was reached, but how different was it from
what Wassa saw before! A light bright as
the most brilliant sunshine streamed through
the trees laden with the most tempting fruit