WASSA RETURNS TO FAIRYLAND. 155

A veil of mist arose on the stream, and was
wafted toward the fairy prince, until the deli-
cate form of a fairy appeared within, and a low
voice spoke thus :—

“Too long the way, too short

the night,

Tis best to wait till morn-
ing’s light.

Then come to me and I
will say

A spell to send thee on thy
way.”

With these words the
fairy of the brook grad-
ually resolved into mist
and floated down the
stream.

“No!” bawled the prince,
with all his might,

“Tll go, I say, this very
night.”

 

“Thou canst not go,” said Wassa. ‘The
fairy of the brook said it was too late and too
far to go there to-night. So come back with