I went near, and peeping over her shoulder, saw that she was reading "The History of Graciosa and Percinet." "Very improving book, sir," remarked the old farmer, with a good-humoured laugh.

"We are in the very hottest corner of Fairy Land here.

Ha! ha! Stormy night, last night, sir." "Was it, indeed ?" I rejoined.

"It was not so with me.

A lovelier night I never saw." "Indeed! Where were you last night ?" "I spent it in the forest.