y had fallen, and they could dimly
see one another. Freddie scrambled to his feet, shaking from his waist
and trousers the sand that had partly filled them when he had slid down
the incline, and gave his hand to Flossie. She had about as much sand
inside her clothes as he had, and she shook this out. Both children then
turned and looked up at the slide down which they had so suddenly
fallen.

Up at the top--and very far up it seemed to them--they could see, at the
end of the sandy slide where they had started to slip, a hole through
which they had fallen. It was between two big stones, and had a large
bush on either side. It had been covered with grass and bushes so that
the small twins had not seen it until they stepped right into it. Then
the grass and bushes had given way, letting the children down.

"We--we've got to get back up there--somehow," said Freddie with a
doleful sigh, as he looked at the place down which he and his sister had
tumbled.

"Yes, I would like to get up out of here," said Flossie, "but how can
we, Freddie?"

"Climb up, same as we falled down. Come on."

Taking his sister by the hand, Freddie started to climb up the hill of
sand. But he and Flossie soon found that though it was easy enough to
slide down, it was not so easy to climb back. The sand slipped from
under their feet, and even though they tried to go up on their hands and
knees it was not to be done.

"Oh, dear!" cried Flossie after a while, "I wish we were Jack and
Jill."

"Why?" asked Freddie.

"'Cause they went up a hill, an' we can't."

"Maybe we can if we try again," said Freddie. "Anyhow, I don't want to
be Jack, and fall down and break my crown."

"You haven't any crown," said Flossie. "Only kings an'--an' fairies have
crowns."

"Well, it says in the book that Jack has a crown; an' if I was Jack I'd
have one too. Only I'm not and I'm glad!"

"Well, I wish I was Jill, so I could have some of that pail of water,"
sighed Flossie. "I'm firsty," and she laughed as she used the word she
used to say when she was a baby.

"So'm I," said Freddie. "Let's try to get up to the top, an' then we can
get a drink, maybe. Only I'd rather be Ali Baba than Jack, then I could
say, 'Open Sesame,' and the door to the cave would open of itself, and
we could walk out and carry diamonds and gold with us."

"I'd rather have bread and butter than gold. I'm hungry. And I'd most
rather have a drink," sighed the little girl. "Come on, Fredd