The rousing fire that he built in the big fireplace soon dried the floor, and after arranging his few household effects to the best advantage, Jean busied himself with getting in a good supply of wood before his young guests, who had set the hour of three o'clock for their arrival, should appear upon the scene.
It was precisely ten minutes to three when the little company reached the top of the hill at the foot of which nestled old Jean's cottage, and halted for a moment before descending.
"Sound the call of the Elf's Horn, Tom," demanded Grace.

"I only wish I could sound it.

I've tried over and over again, but I can't do it." "It is a gift which the fairies reserve for only a few favored mortals," teased Tom.
"Then I am not one of them," declared Grace.

"I have watched for fairies since I was a little girl and never met with one yet.

I know every individual fairy in Grimms', Andersen's and Lang's by reputation, too." "What about your fairy prince ?" was Tom's quick question.