184 THE FAIRY-FOLK OF THE BLUE HILL.

The prairie lands are not too far ;
Go, or I’ll scream and wake my pa!”

Poor Wassa was in despair. Another such
day as that she had passed in Fairyland, she
felt would be unendurable, but what could she
do? There stood the wayward prince, stamp-
ing and screaming and, like many another
child not of royal blood, keeping his eyes on
his victim to see if she showed any signs of
relenting.

“JT will not give in to this spoiled child,”
thought Wassa; “if I do, there will be no end
to his freaks, and he may take it into his head
to go up to the moon.”

The shrewd fairy prince fathomed the depths
of Wassa’s mind, and he set up such a resound-
ing cry, that in a few moments King Rondo
appeared, looking as if he had been suddenly
awakened from a sound sleep, and such in fact
was the case.

“ Hey dey! hey day! what’s all this din?”
Said Rondo, as he strode within.
“What is it now? I pray thee tell
The meaning of that fearful yell
That made my skin like goose-flesh creep,
And roused me from my morning sleep.”