HIOME, IN A CHARIOT. 89

“ Listen, little girls and boys,
And ev’ ryone who likes toys:

‘ Fairyland’s not far away.’
This is what the froggies say.

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There’s one froggy you know well :
Whom he is, I need not tell.

He invites you all to come,
Through the water, to his home.

Down beneath a wat’ry sky,
Where—you’d think it wet—’tis dry,
Stands a fairy palace grand ;

Now I hope you’ll understand.

There is where the froggy dwells ;

How to get there froggy tells.

He’d take you now if he could,

But you must sleep in a wood—
And

If, ere your slumber’s over,

You pick a four-leaved clover,

Froggy then shall take your hand

And lead you to fairyland.

“Mercy, what a time I'll have to get back
again,” Elsie sighed.

There was something particularly familiar
to her in the last verse. She pored over it.
Suddenly she remembered :

“Why those were the very directions King
Little Boy was trying to give me when I ran
away from him.”

Now there was no doubt in Elsie’s mind
that she had just returned from fairyland. She
knew she had, and her book was her proof.

Uncle Tom could not bring Elsie to believe