A MISCHIEVOUS FAIRY 187 



I didn't know where to look for this flower. If 

 it were like a ghost, it should be large like a grown- 

 up person; but Francis had said it was small and 

 looked like a pipe. This seemed odd. I searched 

 over the ground for something like a ghost and 

 like a pipe. In a book once I saw a picture of 

 a ghost, although it was not a real one. 



Our own woods are the only ones that Grand- 

 mother likes me to go into alone. They are not 

 far away and when it is time for me to change my 

 frock Wilhelm Fritz takes the megaphone and 

 calls, " Home, Sveet Home." He never will call 

 anything but that, and he repeats it over and over 

 again, until he sees me coming. Once I came from 

 another way than the woods and was close beside 

 him when he gave a loud shout in the horn. He 

 said, " Dat vus not a goot joke nohow." 



I didn't go far in the woods when I went to look 

 for the Ghost-flower, nor near Old Adam. I came 

 very soon to an old log, and close beside it I saw 

 a young robin. It had hurt itself, for whenever it 

 tried to fly it dropped right down. I sat on the 

 log and took it in my lap. The mother bird was 

 up on a bough and made a great noise, giving its 

 loud chirp, but that was no help to the hurt birdie. 

 When I put it on the log to see if the old bird 

 would stop chirping, it dropped its. head over and 

 looked more sick than ever. I thought I would 

 walk around a little and see what the mother bird 

 would do, or else I thought I'd hide. I went be- 



