A FAERIE ROMANCE.
" Besides the look of the trees, the dog there is unhappy; and the eyes and ears of the white rabbit are redder than usual, and he frisks about as if he expected some fun. If the cat were at home, she would have her back up; for the young fairies pull the sparks out of her tail with bramble thorns, and she knows when they are coming. So do I, in another way."
At this instant, a grey cat rushed in like a demon, and disappeared in a hole in the wall.
" There, I told you !" said the woman."
"But what of the ash-tree?" said I, returning once more to the subject. Here, however, the young woman, whom I had met in the morning, entered. A smile passed between the mother and daughter; and then the latter began to help her mother in little household duties.
" I should like to stay here till the evening," I said; "and then go on my journey, if you will allow me."
" You are welcome to do as you please; only it might be better to stay all night, than risk the dangers of the wood then. Where are you going?"
"Nay, that I do not know," I replied; "but I wish to see all that is to be seen, and therefore I should like to start just at sundown."