. The house on the hill; or, Stories for Charlie and Alice . issed her, and her Mamma was veryhappy, too, and hoped her face would never get markedagain by the old fairy. It did not for a long time, and it never again stayedblack so long. For Maud would look at her little ring,and think quickly, and try to be good, and, by-and-by,her face did not get marked at all. So old Crossette would come, and look grumbling inat the door, and say : It is of no use to come here, 58 THE HOUSE ON THE HILL. Maud is always trying to be good now. I must go else-where to lind boys and girls to mark. Well, so she
. The house on the hill; or, Stories for Charlie and Alice . issed her, and her Mamma was veryhappy, too, and hoped her face would never get markedagain by the old fairy. It did not for a long time, and it never again stayedblack so long. For Maud would look at her little ring,and think quickly, and try to be good, and, by-and-by,her face did not get marked at all. So old Crossette would come, and look grumbling inat the door, and say : It is of no use to come here, 58 THE HOUSE ON THE HILL. Maud is always trying to be good now. I must go else-where to lind boys and girls to mark. Well, so she goes hobbling all over the world, withthe help of her cane, and when she sees a little childcross and unkind, or selfish, or disobedient, she puts agreat black mark on its face. But then the good little Fairy Pleasantette followsafter her, and as soon as the little children are sorry,and try to be good, she takes out her nice little whitenapkin and wipes away the ugly Black Mark. 59 THE HOUSE ON THE HILL. THE SEARCH FOR FAIRY LAND; OE, A DAY IN THE bright morning two little children walkedhand in hand along a green lane. They weregoing to spend the day on the hill, and in thewoods. They thought they could see in the distancea spot so beautiful that it must be Fairy Land. It was a little valley between two high hills. Abrook ran dancing along over mossy stones, sometimesleaping a long way over a high bank, and then quietlymoving along in the bright sunshine, or through theshady grove, until, with one great bound, it fell into thebroad river that flowed at the foot of the hill. 60 THE HOUSE ON THE HILL. A little grove of low pines and spruces sheltered up, on the top of the hill, was a thick the children did not wish to go. It looked sodark, and the wind roared so loudly through the thickbranches of the trees. They thought there must bebears there, and, perhaps, lions and tigers. No, theywould never go into the dark forest. But the pleasant little
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