"
"Yes, and you can tell it all before your sunshade WILTS!" said Lena,
with a laugh.
"That's a fine sunshade," said Rob, as he handed her the leaf.
"And Polly looks like a princess under it," said Lena.
"Now, tell the story," said Rob.
"And while his horse was drinking, a mist floated over the pool, and out
of the mist sprang a little, old witch," continued Polly, leaning
forward, and lowering her voice, to make the tale sound mysterious.
Lena and Rob bent toward her, that not a word might be lost.
"What happened?" whispered Rob.
Polly's eyes were bright.
She raised her forefinger, as she spoke.
"'Take the path to the right,' said the little, old witch, 'and KEEP to
the right, no matter how thick the forest, and you'll come to a
fountain. At the fountain you'll find a beautiful nymph, and SHE'LL tell
you what to do next.'"
"And did he?" questioned Rob, eagerly.
"Be still, Rob. Let Polly tell it," whispered Lena, laying her hand on
his arm.
"The Prince mounted his horse," continued Polly, "and just then he
noticed the little path at the right of the pool. He'd not seen it
before. He turned his horse into the path, and the horse acted as if he
knew the way, and trotted along at a fine gait.
"At last he reached the fountain, but the nymph wasn't anywhere in
sight.
"'What DID the witch tell me to say?' said the prince.
"Then a voice said:
"'Cymbrel! Cymbrel!
By a fountain or a well,
Whistle thrice, and you shall see,
A lovely nymph will come to thee!'
"Then the prince called out: 'Cymbrel! Cymbrel!' and whistled three
times, and out of the fountain rose a lovely nymph.
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