sad about it and used often
to cast about in her mind for some way of relief.

When cherries were ripe in spring, Violetta thought she would ask the
Cherry-man about it. She thought the Cherry-man quite wise. He was a
very pretty young fellow, and he brought cherries to sell in graceful
little straw baskets lined with moss. So she stood in the kitchen door
one morning and told him all about the great trouble that had come upon
the city. He listened in great astonishment; he had never heard of it
before. He lived several miles out in the country.

"How did the Costumer look?" he asked respectfully; he thought Violetta
the most beautiful lady on earth.

Then Violetta described the Costumer, and told him of the unavailing
attempts that had been made to find him. There were a great many
detectives out, constantly at work.

"I know where he is!" said the Cherry-man. "He's up in one of my
cherry-trees. He's been living there ever since cherries were ripe, and
he won't come down."

Then Violetta ran and told her father in great excitement, and he at
once called a meeting of the Aldermen, and in a few hours half the city
was on the road to the Cherry-man's.

He had a beautiful orchard of cherry-trees all laden with fruit. And,
sure enough in one of the largest, way up amongst the topmost branches,
sat the Costumer in his red velvet and short clothes and his diamond
knee-buckles. He looked down between the green boughs. "Good-morning,
friends!" he shouted.

The Aldermen shook their gold-headed canes at him, and the people danced
round the tree in a rage. Then they began to climb. But they soon found
that to be impossible. As fast as they touched a hand or foot to a tree,
back it flew with a jerk exactly as if the tree pushed it. They tried a
ladder, but the ladder fell back the moment it touched the tree, and lay
sprawling upon the ground. Finally, they brought axes and thought they
could chop the tree down, Costumer and all; but the wood resisted the
axes as if it were iron, and only dented them, receiving no impression
itself.

Meanwhile, the Costumer sat up in the tree, eating cherries and throwing
the stones down. Finally he stood up on a stout branch, and, looking
down, addressed the people.

"It's of no use, your trying to accomplish anything in this way," said
he; "you'd better parley. I'm willing to come to terms with you, and
make everything right on two conditions."

The people grew quiet then, and the May