Pocket, who had been expelled from the company by common consent, went sulkily away towards her hammock, for she was the fairy of the calceolaria, and looked rather wicked.

When she reached its stem, she stopped and looked round.

I could not help speaking to her, for I stood near her.

I said, "Pocket, how could you be so naughty ?" "I am never naughty," she said, half-crossly, half-defiantly; "only if you come near my hammock, I will bite you, and then you will go away." "Why did you bite poor Primrose ?" "Because she said we should never see Snowdrop; as if we were not good enough to look at her, and she was, the proud thing!--served her right!" "Oh, Pocket, Pocket," said I; but by this time the party which had gone towards the house, rushed out again, shouting and screaming with laughter.

Half of them were on the cat's back, and half held on by her fur and tail, or ran beside her; till, more coming to their help, the furious cat was held fast; and they proceeded to pick the sparks out of her with thorns and pins, which they handled like harpoons.