Prince Lazybones and Other Stories

f salt-glittering, dazzling, sparkling, and flashing-divided into

living and growing, but on a scale so small that Leo was forced to use a microscope to properly enjoy its beauty. Even the herbage was minute, and the trees no lar

upon hill clambering over one another, all so minute and yet so real, and dashing down from the tiny mountains was a stream of foaming w

he looked underneath the shelf where tiny pumps a

all stone basin beneath a rustic cross; then a little lake appeared, on which were sailing small swans; and finally a

or great distances. Some of our elves find it so difficult that they beg for other work, and many run off altogether and live above-ground, inhabit

clog your pipe

is too pure and free from vegetable matter

ffered, and confessed he had nev

t, as well as the salts considered so beneficial, is left to o

various forms introduced, but think that is

udy up these matters; but Knops, seeing his look

in the lake; it looks so cold

n a reservoir? Never! We are too cleanly for that, begging you

ite a spacious apartment, about which were

with whoop and scream surrounded him. Though they could not see him, they were conscious of some disturbing force in the water, and in an instant a lot of them had scrambled on his back, and were making a boat of him. They pulled his hair and his ears unmer

joined Knops and Paz, whom he found pori

f Iceland, also to the hot springs of the Yellowstone, but I am a

describing how he

-stokers probably. Rough enough they are. Do

ner; then, correcting himself, he added: "If it suits y

, I promise you," said

d out that he could but dimly discern what seemed to be a tank of boiling, bubbling water, resting on a bed of soft coal,

urned from his place, "how do t

rra del Fuego," replied Knops, calmly. "And

into shapes of statue-like grace by a company of little furry objects whose noses were not even visible, and othe

ivering, he could not bear to leave th

pinned them together and threw them over Leo's shoulders, and as he

dexterous management we catch the falling flakes and mould them to our will, sometimes doing nothing more than spangling a sheet of glass, and again working out the most elaborate and fantastic marvels of embroidery. But in art our productions are almost endless. We color the tiniest blades of grass and beds of strawberry leaves until the moss upon which they rest look like velvet with floss needlework. We polish the che

ions as were here being moulded, and just such rows of pearly drops on a gable's edge; but when, as if to specially please him, the busy workers carved a litt

frightened. Though they do not see you, their instinc

't you say something to soothe them? Tell them how lov

gathered up their trowels again. But it was time to go, and Leo had to follow his g