sitting on the eggs which she was quite sure would soon be successfully hatched.
One evening Father Stork stayed out rather late, and when he came back he looked somewhat ruffled.
"I have something terrible to tell you!" he said to the mother stork.
"Don't tell it to me then," she answered; "remember that I am sitting; it might upset me and that would be bad for the eggs!"
"You will have to know it," said he; "she has come here, the daughter of our host in Egypt. She has ventured to take the journey, and now she has disappeared."
"She who is related to the fairies! Tell me all about it. You know I can't bear to be kept waiting now I am sitting."
"Look here, mother! She must have believed what the doctor said as you told me; she believed that the marsh flowers up here would do something for her father, and she flew over here in feather plumage with the other two Princesses, who have to come north every year to take the baths to make themselves young. She came, and she has vanished."
"You go into too many particulars," said the mother stork; "the eggs might get a chill, and I can't stand being kept in suspense."
"I have been on the outlook," said Father Stork, "and to-night when I was among the reeds where the quagmire will hardly bear me, I saw three swans flying along, and there was something about their flight which said to me, 'Watch them, they are not real swans! They are only in swans' plumage.' You know, mother, as well as I, that one feels things intuitively, whether or not they are what they seem to be."
"Yes, indeed!" she said, "but tell me about the Princess. I am quite tired of hearing about swan's plumage."
"You know that in the middle of the bog there is a kind of lake," said Father Stork. "You can see a bit of it if you
