d herself on the Wymp King's throne, with four
little wymps standing in a row just in front of her. Molly stared at
the throne on which she was sitting, stared around at the dimly lighted
Land of the Wymps, and stared at the four little wymps who stood and
laughed at her.

"Who are you?" she asked, opening her eyes as wide as she could. "Are
you live dolls, or fairies, or just other children for me to play with?"

The four wymps laughed more than ever when she said this, and began to
sing a funny little song all together, just to explain who they were.
This was the song:--

"We are Skilful and Wilful and Captious and Queer,
There 's nothing to fright you and nothing to fear!
Four little wymps at the back of the sun,
Brimful of wympery, rubbish, and fun!

"You 'll find we are wympish; but then, we 're not bores,
Though we own to a weakness for wiping off scores.
Ah! Skilful and Wilful and Captious and Queer
Are never far off when mischief is near!

"Of Kings we 've had many, but never a Queen;
So bewymping a monarch we 've surely not seen;
And--Skilful and Wilful and Captious and Queer
Though we are, yet we know how to welcome you here!

"You 'll surely bewymp all the wymps you come near
Besides Skilful and Wilful and Captious and Queer;
By the time you have gone and your wymping is done,
The world will have changed at the back of the sun."

"Are you really wymps?" exclaimed Molly, when the four little fellows
had finished explaining who they were; for, like every properly
educated child, Molly knew quite well that the wymps lived at the back
of the sun, although she had never been there before.

"To be sure we are," answered Skilful and Wilful and Captious and
Queer. "And you are our new Queen."

"Am I?" said Molly. "Oh, what fun!"

"Of course it's fun," said Skilful. "Everything is fun up here."

"Except the King's jokes," said Wilful.

"And the Fairy Queen's commands," said Captious.

"And the interference of the fairies," said Queer.

"How do the fairies interfere?" asked Molly.

"They come without being invited," said Skilful.

"They don't play fair," said Wilful.

"They always expect to win," said Captious.

"They cry for nothing at all," said Queer.

"I cry sometimes," observed Molly.

"When?" asked all four, in a tone of alarm.

"When I 'm hungry," said Molly, "or tired; or sometimes, when I tumble
down; or when I feel cross."

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