1. _Introduction_. A sunny morning. Waterside. A Gray Pussy. A Robin came along. 2. _Rise_. Pussy said, ... "See my white fur." Robin replied, ... "You ate the wee mousie." _Change in setting_. Stone wall on border of the wood. A greedy Hawk, sitting. Hawk said, ... "See the speckled feather in my wing." Robin replied, ... "You pecked the sparrow," etc. _Change in setting_. Great rock. A sly Fox. Fox said, "See the spot on my tail." Robin replied, "You bit the wee lambie." _Change in setting_. Banks of a rivulet. A small Boy. Boy said, "See the crumbs in my pocket." Robin replied, "You caught the goldfinch." _Change in setting_. King's palace. The window sill. The King at the window. Robin sang, "A song for the King." King replied, "What shall we give Robin?" 3. _Conclusion_. _No change in setting_. King's palace. The window sill. The King at the window. King Filled a plate and set it on the window sill. Robin Ate, sang a song again, and flew away. Here, not only the sequence of the tale is held largely by the change in setting, but also the pleasure in the tale is due largely to the setting, the pictures of landscape beauty it presents, and the feelings arising from these images. A Japanese tale, in which the setting is a large part of the tale, and a large element of beauty, is _Mezumi, the Beautiful_, or _The Rat Princess_. A Grimm tale in which the setting is a very large element of pleasure and in which it preserves the sequence of the tale, is _The Spider and the Flea_, a lively accumulative tale that deserves attention for several reasons.--A Spider and a Flea dwelt together. One day a number of unusual occurrences happened, so that finally a little Girl with a water-pitcher broke it, and then the Streamlet from which she drew the water asked, "Why do you break your pitcher, little Girl?" And she replied:-- The little Spider's burned herself. And the Flea weeps; The little Door creaks with the pain, And the Broom sweeps; The little Cart runs on so fast, And the Ashes burn; The little Tree shakes down its leaves. Now it is my turn! And then the Streamlet said, "Now I must flow." And it flowed on and on, getting bigger and bigger, until it swallowed up the little Girl, the little Tree, the Ashes, the Cart, the Broom, the Door, the Flea, and at last, the Spider--all together.