weet flag root for the fairy prince, and on the way she stubbed her nose
against a stone, which made her cold in the head worse than ever; but of
course we have nothing to do with that except to feel sorry for her.

When Lulu got home she was so excited she dropped the yeast cake in the
pond, and it would have gotten all wet only it was wrapped in tin-foil.
Then she told Alice and Jimmie about the fairy prince she was going to
see, but, as this story is too long already, I must stop, and in case the
postman does not blow his whistle too loud and scary, I shall have the
pleasure, to-morrow night, of telling you about the fairy prince. And I
hope you won't be disappointed.

STORY VIII

WHO THE FAIRY PRINCE WAS

Mamma and Papa Wibblewobble were sitting in front of the duck pen, talking
with Grandfather Goosey-Gander and the big rooster. They were so busily
engaged in conversation about the best way to serve cold corn meal mixed
with water, that when Lulu asked her parents if she and Jimmie and Alice
could go for a swim, Mrs. Wibblewobble said:

"Yes, my dear, but be careful you don't get wet."

Now wasn't that a funny thing for a duck mamma to say to her little duck
girl? But Mamma Wibblewobble was absent minded, so we must excuse her. You
see she thought Lulu wanted to go for a walk in the woods. Well, it didn't
much matter, but I thought I would speak about it.

"Can we go?" asked Jimmie, when Lulu came back.

"Yes," she answered. "Hurry now, for we are going to see the fairy prince,
as the gold fish promised."

"Oh, I'm so excited I can hardly wait!" exclaimed Alice, who was quite
romantic, as I have explained. "Am I swimming straight, Lulu? I wouldn't
for all the world, have a fairy prince see me swimming crooked."

"Oh, don't be so fussy!" called out Jimmie. "I wish Bully, the frog was
here. He and I could have some fun."

"Oh, no!" cried Lulu. "We are the only ones allowed to see the fairy
prince. It's a secret, and he is quite bashful."

"How are you going to find him?" asked Jimmie. "This is a large pond, and
it's going to be quite a task to locate the fairy prince, or even the gold
fish."

"Oh! let's don't worry," suggested Alice. "Worrying is one of the very
worst things you can do, especially when there is anything in it about a
fairy. Don't you know that fairies are especially made not to worry? We
will find our way somehow. Either a golden ball will appear and roll on
before us to show u