"Every evening he rode back to the fountain, and there he wearily told
the nymph that he had not yet found the ogre.
"She always told him to be brave, and continue the search.
"At last came a day when there was a fearful battle in the woods!"
Polly's eyes were bright, and she leaned forward in her excitement.
Her rhubarb leaf parasol had wilted, and she cast it aside.
"There was a gale that broke the great branches of the trees, and pulled
up shrubs by the roots, and when the wind was blowing hardest, the ogre
rushed out from his cave, right into the pathway in front of the
prince's horse.
"The horse pranced, and pawed the dirt, because he was scared, but the
prince was brave.
"He thought only of the beautiful nymph, and he slashed at the big ogre,
and with the third blow from his sword the ogre fell dead.
"Then the prince rode back to the fountain, and there stood the nymph,
only she wasn't a nymph any more, but a real, truly princess.
"She ran to meet him, and he swung her up into his saddle, and they rode
back to his castle.
"There she told him that he need never leave her to seek his fortune,
because she had more gold than they could ever spend, and so they lived
happy ever after."
"Oh, I love to have the fairy tales end like that," said Lena, with a
happy sigh.
"And when a fellow hears of a prince who is daring, he wants to start
right out, and do something just as brave," said Rob, his brown eyes
looking out across to the distant hills.
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