But Mopsa crept along the table to the apple-woman, let her take her and hug her, and seemed to like her very much; for as she sat on her knee, she patted her brown face with a little dimpled hand. "I should like vastly well to be her nurse," said the apple-woman, drying her eyes, and looking at Jack. "If you'll always wash her, and put clean frocks on her, you may," said Jack; "for just look at her,--what a figure she is already!" Upon this the apple-woman laughed for joy, and again every one else did the same. The fairies can only laugh and cry when they see mortals do so. CHAPTER IX. AFTER THE PARTY. _Stephano._--This will prove a brave kingdom to me, Where I shall have my music for nothing. _The Tempest._ When breakfast was over, the guests got up, one after the other, without taking the least notice of the Queen; and the tent began to get so thin and transparent that you could see the trees and the sky through it. At last, it looked only like a colored mist, with blue, and green, and yellow stripes, and then it was gone; and the table and all the things on it began to go in the same way. Only Jack, and the apple-woman, and Mopsa were left, sitting on their chairs, with the Queen between them. Presently, the Queen's lips began to move, and her eyes looked straight before her, as she sat upright in her chair. Whereupon the apple-woman snatched up Mopsa, and, seizing Jack's hand, hurried him off, exclaiming, "Come away! come away! She is going to tell one of her stories; and if you listen, you'll be obliged to go to sleep, and sleep nobody knows how long." Jack did not want to go to sleep; he wished to go down to the river again, and see what had become of his boat, for he had left his cap and several other things in it. So he parted from the apple-woman,--who took Mopsa with her, and said he would find her again when he wanted her at her apple-stall,--and went down to the boat, where he saw that his faithful hound was there before him. "It was lucky, master, that I came when I did," said the hound, "for a dozen or so of those one-foot-one fellows were just shoving it off, and you will want it at night to sleep in." "Yes," said Jack; "and I can stretch the bit of purple silk to make a canopy over head,--a sort of awning,--for I should not like to sleep in tents or palaces that are inclined to melt away." So the hound with his teeth, and Jack with his hands, pulled and pulled at the silk till it was large enough to make a splendid canopy, like a tent; and it reached down to the water's edge, and roofed in all the after part of the boat. So now he had a delightful little home of his own; and there was no fear of its being blown away, for no wind ever blows in Fairyland. All the trees are quite still, no leaf rustles, and the flowers lie on the ground exactly where they fall.