A CHILDREN'S FESTIVAL "_There is a fountain in the forest called The Fountain of the Fairies. An ancient oak, The goodliest of the forest, grows beside._" SOUTHEY. "_Joan of Arc,_" _Book II._ "Who-oo-ee!" The gleeful shout came from the lips of a little girl who stood, with her hands cupped about her lips, on the edge of a streamlet which divided the village of Domremy into two parts. She was a slight little maiden, of some twelve summers, and as she gave the call she danced about in the warm sunshine as though unable to keep still from the mere joy of being. Her hair was very dark and very abundant. Her eyes were wonderful for their blueness and the steadfastness of their gaze. Her face, though comely, was remarkable not so much for its beauty as for the happiness of its expression. She stood still listening for a moment after sending forth her call, and then, as the Sabbath quiet remained unbroken, she sent forth the cry again in a clear, sweet voice that penetrated into the farthest reaches of the village: "Who-oo-ee!" This time the shout was caught up instantly, and answered by many voices. The village wakened suddenly into life, as there poured forth from the cottages a goodly number of boys and girls who came running toward the little maid eagerly. She shook a finger at them reprovingly. "Oh, but you are late," she cried. "Here it is ten of the clock, and we were to start at nine. The day will be half gone before we get to the Tree. I was afraid that you had gone off without me." "Gone without you, Jeanne D'Arc," exclaimed one of the girls. "Why, we couldn't have any sport without you. I had to wait for my mother to fix my basket--that is the reason that I was late." "And I! And I!" chimed several other children in a chorus. "Why didn't you pack them yourselves?" demanded Jeanne, who seemed to be a leader among them. "I did mine, and Jean's and Pierrelot's too." "But where are the boys?" asked a lad. "They are not here." "They ran back to get more nuts," answered the little girl. "Jean said that we must be sure to have plenty. There! They are coming now. Let's get into line, and be ready to start as soon as they get here." Gleefully the children formed a line, and then took up their march toward the great wood which stretched in primeval abundance half a league to the westward of Domremy. In all France there was not a more delicate, tranquil landscape than that of this broad valley of the Meuse, which extended in unbroken reaches between low hills, softly undulating, crowned with oaks, maples and birches. The trees were leafless now, and there were still ridges of snow to be seen among the hills, but already there were monitions of Spring in the air. The buds were swelling, springing grass carpeted the fields, and there was no longer ice in the river, which rippled its apple-green waters in the sunshine.