194 THE FAIRY-FOLK OF THE BLUE HILL.

“What shall I do? What shall I do?”
moaned Wassa, wringing her hands in despair.
“T cannot go back, or I shall die in this hor-
rible desert. Oh! if I only knew where the
prince has gone!”

A voice was heard to say : —

“The wilful prince has gone to play
In the land of the Starlit Day.”

“ But I never heard of the land of the Star-
lit Day,” cried Wassa. “ How can I find it?”

“ Through the prairie the way is found.
Go, till thou reach a tiny mound.
Sentries three on duty stay,

To guard the land of the Starlit Day.”

Thus chanted the voice Wassa had heard
before.

“J shall have to go on, I suppose,” said
Wassa, “for I shall die of fright here in this
wilderness.”

So saying, Wassa started in search of the
land of the Starlit Day.

The tall prairie grass grew all about her, and
she pushed her way resolutely through it. On
and on she went until her feet were weary, and