ut it, he thinks he shall add on
a wing;
And brother Bill says he'll nail my Doll's House on the top of an
old tea-chest, which will come to the same thing.

* * * * *

Father's house is not finished, though the wing is; for now the
builder says it will be all wrong if there isn't another
to match;
And my house isn't done either, though it's nailed on, for Bill took
off the roof to make a new one of thatch.
The paint is very much scratched, but he says that's nothing, for it
must have had a new coat;
And he means to paint it for me, inside and out, when he paints
his own boat.
There's a sad hole in the floor, but Bill says the wood is as rotten
as rotten can be:
Which was why he made such a mess of the side with trying to put real
glass in the window, through which one can see.
Bill says he believes that the shortest plan would be to make a new
Doll's House with proper rooms, in the regular way;
Which was what the builder said to Father when he wanted to build in
the old front; and to-day
I heard him tell him the old materials were no good to use and weren't
worth the expense of carting away.
I don't know when I shall be able to play at dolls again, for all the
things are put away in a box;
Except Jemima and the pestle-and-mortar, and they're in the bottom
drawer with my Sunday frocks.
I almost wish I had kept the house as it was before;
We managed very well with a painted window and without a front door.
I don't know what Father means to do with his house, but if ever
mine is finished, I'll never have it altered any more.

THE BLUE-BELLS ON THE LEA.

FAIRY KING.

"The breeze is on the Blue-bells,
The wind is on the lea;
Stay out! stay out! my little lad,
And chase the wind with me.
If you will give yourself to me,
Within the fairy ring,
At deep midnight,
When stars are bright,
You'll hear the Blue-bells ring--
D!
DI! DIN!
DING!
On slender stems they swing.

"The rustling wind, the whistling wind,
We'll chase him to and fro,
We'll chase him up, we'll chase him down
To where the