A London Picnic 149

think,” said the bird’s master. “I have
never measured him with neck erect: I
couldn’t get up.”

Once more the Visitor turned to Doris,
He began a sentence and then paused.
“You'll have to get through these sweets,”
he said, passing them. ‘Well, the bird is
marvellously big and strong, but doves are
not more gentle. It flies almost as
swiftly as the daylight, and if ever you
should see it overhead you would take it
for a sparrow, it always keeps so high
- above the earth. The fairies met and de-
cided to send the bird to fetch away to the
City Beautiful the man who had helped
their prince. The city is not theirs exactly
—grown men and women, and any number
of human children live there—but every
one who reaches it does so because ooo
have helped him thither.

“Tt is a very beautiful city, and nothing
that is bad can find a place in it. No rain
falls, no hail, and no snow, but a gentle
dew comes in the night, and the season is