40 WITH CARL OF THE HILL 



she sat and waited. But after a bit, hearing no sound 

 of returning voices, she found her way back to the 

 hut. The boys had not come home. 



It was now about the middle of the day, and Sun- 

 light thought she would go and meet her father. So 

 she tripped off across the clearing and took the forest 

 path up which she had seem him ride. It was one 

 of the most beautiful of early summer days, and 

 you may fancy how light the child's heart was. 

 To-morrow would be her birthday, and a splendid 

 time it would be. So singing a little song she went. 

 It was the quaint jingle of a children's game ; the 

 children had sung it last year, and would sing it 

 again to-morrow : 



Wheyc does our lady keep house, I pray? 



Out in the forest so pretty and green. 

 What shall we do when she comes this way ? 



We'll crown her with flowers and make her our queen. 



And then under an arcade of little joined hands the 

 queen would pass along. That was how the game 

 went, and the tune had been running in Sunlight's 

 head all day. I think that sweet young presence as it 

 came along must have seemed the very genius of that 

 fairy scene. I think even the Httle stupid lemming 





