arefully arranged every curl and wave of Betty's hair, until she looked
as beautiful as a queen, and as dignified and stately, too; for Betty,
though a mischievous witch, was not at all like our ideas of one.
She was as clean as a new pin, and as neat and tidy as anyone could be.
Her features were unusually handsome, and her thick dark hair, which
reached the ground when she sat down, was full of the prettiest curls and
waves.

As soon as the last curl was arranged, and her tire-maidens satisfied,
they placed a spray of jessamine amongst her tresses, and jumped down,
their task completed.

All this time the music was playing the most bewitching melodies.

Very soon after this Joan began to have a feeling that Betty wished her
gone. The Little People, too, were making signs that she could not fail
to understand, and such hideous grimaces at her, too, that made her long
to box their ears. Of course, neither Betty nor the fairies knew that she
had used the Fairy Ointment, and could see them, and to save herself from
being found out, she bade her friend 'goodbye' with all speed.

When Joan got outside, though, she could not resist one more sly peep in,
just to make sure she had not been dreaming. So down went her eye to the
finger-hole again, but all she saw was the kitchen, with its sanded floor
and bright turf fire, the key-beam with the nets hanging across it, and
Betty stitching away as fast as her fingers could fly.

"This is the most extraordinary thing I ever heard tell of," said Joan to
herself. "I'll have another look."

Down went her eye again, but the right one this time, and, lo and behold!
there was the kitchen turned into a splendid banqueting hall, hung around
with tapestry representing everything that had ever happened in the world.
The talfat-rail was turned into a balcony hung with pale blue satin, where
sat a number of little ladies and gentlemen watching the dancing which was
going on below. The costumes of all were magnificent, the cottage was as
beautiful as a bit of Fairyland, and seated on a golden chair of state
under a velvet canopy was Betty Trenance looking as royal as a queen.

Betty, though, seemed to be keeping a sharp eye on the door, and as she
had a crowd of wicked little piskies about her, Joan thought it wise to
get away to safer quarters. So off she hurried, but as she went she met
numbers of fairies all hurrying away to Betty's cottage, while from the
rocks below came the do