110 Fairy Tales

hated it ever so much that wouldn’t take it
away. If it zs your name .

“It isn’t!” cried the elf, flashing round
as fast as he could, considering his twisted
hair. “It isn’t! I never was called it till
I came here. Of course my name is Love-
in-a-mist.”

“ Devil-in-the-bush,  devil-in-the-bush,
devil-in-the-bush!” twittered a dozen little
mocking voices, for I am afraid the elves are
all fond of teasing.

“Hush!” said Dick, stamping his foot.
“If you are so naughty, I will send for the
gardeners.”

And this frightened them into good be-
haviour for a minute or two, because they
are mortally afraid of the gardeners.

“You have nice blue eyes,” Dick went on,
wanting very much to say something com-
forting, “and I like the way your hair grows,
though it is so queer and tangly. If I were
you, I wouldn't mind about my name. Can
you unfasten yourself? Because if you can,
you may come with me, and I will show you