view, wringing its little hands, whilst
tears, like glittering pearls streamed down its rosy cheeks. "Ah,
darling playmates," cried the Stranger Child, in tones of sorrow, "I
cannot come to you any more. You will never see me again. Farewell,
farewell! The gnome Pepser has you in his power. Oh, you poor children,
good-bye, good-bye!" and the Stranger Child soared up far into the sky.
But, at the children's backs, there began a horrid, fearsome sort of
buzzing and humming, and snarling and growling; and lo! Tutor Ink had
taken the shape of an enormous frightful-looking fly. And the horrible
part of the thing was, that he had a man's face at the same time, and
even some of his clothes on still. He began to fly upwards, slowly and
with difficulty, evidently with the intention of following the Stranger
Child. Felix and Christlieb, overpowered with terror, ran away out of
the wood as quickly as they could, and did not so much as dare to look
up to the sky till they had got some distance off. When they did so,
they could just perceive a shining speck in the sky, glittering amongst
the clouds like a star, and apparently coming nearer, and downwards.
"That's the Stranger Child," Christlieb cried. The star grew bigger and
bigger, and as it did, they could hear a braying of trumpets; and
presently they saw that the star was a splendid bird, with wondrous
shining plumage, coming soaring down to the wood, flapping its mighty
wings, and singing loud and clear. "Ha!" cried Felix, "this is the
pheasant prince. He will bite Master Tutor Ink to death. The Stranger
Child is saved and so are we! Come, Christlieb; let us get home as fast
as we can, and tell father all about it."

HOW THE BARON TURNED TUTOR INK OUT OF DOORS.

The baron and his spouse were both sitting before the door of their
simple dwelling, looking at the evening-red, which was beginning to
flame up from behind the blue mountains in golden streamers. They had
their supper laid out on a little table: it consisted of a noble jug of
splendid milk, and a plate of bread-and-butter.

"I don't know," the baron began, "where Tutor Ink can be staying out so
long with the children. At first there was no getting him to go out at
all to the wood, and now there's no getting him back from it. He's
really a very extraordinary fellow, this Tutor Ink, taking him all in
all. I sometimes almost wish he had never entered our doors. To begin
with, his pricking the children wi