160 Fairy Tales

meanwhile, so long as they remained, she did
hope they would be pleased to act as their
king and queen.

Bart did not like this at all, but there
seemed nothing else to do, so he wrote a
little letter in a very large round hand, and
told his father exactly where they were, and
begged him to send for them at once. And,
as you may guess, the dwarf woman burnt
this letter, and just made up a few words
of her own, saying that the children were
well and happy; and not until a few days
had passed did she- trouble herself to go off
on her stilts, and lay it on the window-sill of
the farm—on the garden side, for she was
afraid that Wolf might be in the yard—with
a stone on the top to keep it from blowing
away. And then she felt she had done all
which any one could expect.

The happiest of the three was Ju-Ju. He
was allowed to do what he liked, and to eat as
much as he liked, and there was no big dog,
such as old Wolf, to keep him in order. He
thought the mountain the most delightful