rly for her answer, not a word came from the
Lady Emmelina; and the Prince ceased to feel sorry for her, and gave up
apologising.

"It is your own fault, and I don't care a bit," he said, impatiently;
and he rolled the large white stone over the hole, until the doll from
Fairyland was completely hidden. It is a wonder the fairies did not
interfere; but perhaps they had their reasons.

There was no peace for any one in the palace when the Princess
discovered that the Lady Emmelina was gone; and she discovered it
before breakfast the very next morning. It was in vain that the Prince
offered to give her his five hundred and fifty-four birthday presents
if she would only stop crying: the Princess wanted her doll from
Fairyland, and nothing but her doll from Fairyland would console her.
Every one who loved the little Princess--and that was every one in the
palace--began looking for the Lady Emmelina; but no one succeeded in
finding a trace of her. This, however, was by no means so surprising
as it sounds, for the large white stone was no longer in the middle of
the lawn, and the neat round hole lined with green moss had disappeared
just as completely. The Prince was no less unhappy than his sister.
Nothing was turning out as he had expected; for, instead of being ready
to play with him again, the little Princess was far too miserable to
think of playing at all. He tried all day long to coax her into a good
humour; but bedtime came, and he had not won a single smile from her.
It was then that he made up his mind to go out into the world and find
the Lady Emmelina. So that night the Prince once more unhooked the
diamond key from the nail on the nursery wall, and stole into the
garden in the moonlight. This time, however, he had not forgotten to
put on his shoes and stockings and his second-best court suit, for when
a prince goes out into the world he must at least do his best to look
like a prince. When he came to the lawn he stopped and stared with
amazement; for there, in the moonlight, lay the large white stone under
which he had hidden the doll from Fairyland. Overjoyed at reaching the
end of his journey so soon, he ran forward and rolled the stone on one
side. There, to be sure, was the neat round hole lined with green
moss; but in the middle of it sat a large grasshopper, and not a sign
of the Lady Emmelina was to be seen.

The Prince was so disappointed that he had the greatest difficulty in
remembering tha