And as we have had a shower of rain,

The reason they came is made very plain :
To-night is the woodland fairies' ball,

And drops from the elm-tree might on them fall,
So little umbrellas wait for them here,

And under their shelter they 'll dance without fear.
Take care where you step, nor crush them, I pray,
For fear you will frighten the fairies away."

"Oh!" thought Dicky, in a trance of delight, "now I shall go to the fairies' ball, and see 'em dance under the cunning little teenty umberells; and wunt they be mad at home when nobuddy can't see 'em but just only me! And then if that potry is a big whopper, like that there uvver one, 'laddin-lamp story of Bell's, -I'll just pick evry white toadstool for my papa's Sunday dinner, and she sha'n't never see a singul fairy dance."

But he waited very patiently for a long, long time that seemed like years, for Lubin had disappeared; and all at once it grew so dark in this thickly wooded place that Dicky's courage oozed out in a single moment, without any previous warnings as to its intention. The toadstools looked like the ghosts of little pastand-gone fairy umbrellas in the darkness, and not a single fairy couple came to waltz under their snowy canopies, or exchange a furtive kiss beneath their friendly shadows.

Dicky thought the situation exceedingly gloomy, and, without knowing it, followed the example of many older people, who, on being deserted by man, experience their first desire to find favor with God. He was not in the least degree a saintly child, but he felt instinctively that this was the proper time for prayer; and not knowing anything appropriate to the occasion, he repeated over and over again the time-worn plaint of childhood:

"Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
If I should die before I wake,

I pray the Lord my soul to take. Amen."

Like older mortals of feeble faith, he looked for an immediate and practical answer, in the shape, perhaps, of his mother, with his little night-gown and bowl of bread and milk.

"My sakes alive!" he grumbled between his sobs, "they're the meanest fings I ever saw. How long do they s'pose I'm goin' to wait for 'em in this dark? When the bears have et me up in teenty snips, then they'll be saterfied, I guess, and wisht they'd tookened gooder care of me, a little speck of a boy, lefted out in this dark, bear-y place, all by his lone self. O-00-00-oh!" and he wound up with a murderous yell, which had never failed before to bring the whole family to his side.

His former prayer seeming to be in vain, he found a soft place, brushed it as clean as possible, and with difficulty bending his little stiff, scratched body into a kneeling position, he prayed his nightly postscript to "Now I lay me: " "God bless рара, 'n' mamma, 'n' Bell, 'n' Jack, 'n' Madge, 'n' Polly, 'n' Phil, 'n' Geoff, 'n' Elsie." Then, realizing that he was in a perilous position, and it behooved him to be as pious as possible, he added: "And please bless Pancho, 'n' Hop Yet, 'n' Lubin, 'n' the goat, not the wild goat up on the hill, but my goat, what got sick to his stummick when I painted him with black letters."

What a dreadful calamity, to be sure, if the wrong goat had been blessed by mistake! His whole duty performed, he picked the toadstools for his papa's Sunday dinner, and, leaning his head against the lone stump, cried himself to sleep.

But relief was near, though he little suspected it as he lay in the sound, dreamless sleep which comes only to the truly good. There was a crashing sound in the still darkness, and Bell plunged through the thick underbrush with a cry of delight.

"He is here! Dear, dear here! I knew it, I knew it!

Geoff, he is all

Hurrah!
Hurrah!-no,

I mean, Thank God!" she said softly, as she stooped down to kiss her mischievous little brother.

"But what a looking creature!" exclaimed Geoff, as he stooped over the recovered treasure. "See, Bell, his curls are glistening with pitch, his dress is torn into ribbons, and his hands—ugh, how dirty!"

"Poor little darling, he is thoroughly used up," whispered Bell, wiping tears of joy from her brown eyes. "Now I'll run home like lightning, to blow the horn; and you carry Dicky, for he is too sleepy and stiff to walk; and, Geoff" (here she laid an embarrassed hand on his shoulder), "I'm afraid he'll be awfully cross, but you 'll not mind it, will you? He's

so worn out."

"Not I," laughed Geoff, as he dropped a brotherly kiss on Bell's pale cheek. "But I've no idea of letting you go alone; you're tired to death, and you'll miss the path. I wish I could carry you both."

"Tired afraid!" cried Bell, with a ringing laugh, while Dicky woke with a stare, and nestled on Geoffrey's shoulder as if nothing had happened. "Why, now that this weight is lifted off my heart, I could see a path in an untraveled forest! Good-by, you dear, dar

ling, cruel boy! I must run, for every moment is precious to mamma. And with one strangling hug, which made Dicky's ribs crack, she dashed off.

Oh, how joyously, how sweetly and tunefully, the furious blast of the old cracked dinnerhorn fell on the anxious ears in that cañon! It seemed clearer and more musical than a chime of silver bells.

In a trice the wandering couples had gathered jubilantly round the camp-fire, all embracing Bell, who was the heroine of the hour, entirely by chance, and not through superior vision or courage, as she confessed.

It was hardly fifteen minutes when Geoff strode into the ring with his sorry-looking burden, which he laid immediately in aunt Truth's lap.

"Oh, my darling!" she cried, embracing him fondly, "to think you are really not dead, after all!"

"No, he is about as alive as any chap I ever saw." And while the happy parents caressed their restored darling, Geoff gathered the girls and boys around the dinner-table, and repeated some of Dicky's remarks on the homeward trip.

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