FRONTISPIECE: _The Bird_ HELEN ALLINGHAM. THE NEW BOOK DO. INTRODUCTION: _The Child and the Fairy_ DO. THE ELF SINGING (_Two Designs_) CAROLINE PATERSON. THE FAIRY KING HARRY FURNISS. AMY MARGARET HELEN ALLINGHAM. JINGLE JANGLE CAROLINE PATERSON. DREAMING HELEN ALLINGHAM. I LOVE YOU, DEAR DO. HERE AND THERE (_Ten Designs_) CAROLINE PATERSON. WISHING HELEN ALLINGHAM. I SAW A LITTLE BIRDIE FLY DO. THE LEPRACAUN HARRY FURNISS. YES OR NO? CAROLINE PATERSON. SLEEPING HELEN ALLINGHAM. A SWING SONG DO. THE BUBBLE KATE GREENAWAY. NICK SPENCE HELEN ALLINGHAM. AMBITION KATE GREENAWAY. THE BALL W. A. THE YEAR OF HARDSHIPS DO. A RIDDLE HELEN ALLINGHAM. [Illustration] [Illustration] THE FAIRIES. UP the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather! Down along the rocky shore Some make their home, They live on crispy pancakes Of yellow tide-foam; Some in the reeds Of the black mountain-lake, With frogs for their watch-dogs, All night awake. High on the hill-top The old King sits; He is now so old and gray He's nigh lost his wits. With a bridge of white mist Columbkill he crosses, On his stately journeys From Slieveleague to Rosses; Or going up with music On cold starry nights, To sup with the Queen Of the gay Northern Lights. They stole little Bridget For seven years long; When she came down again Her friends were all gone. They took her lightly back, Between the night and morrow, They thought that she was fast asleep, But she was dead with sorrow. They have kept her ever since Deep within the lake, On a bed of flag-leaves, Watching till she wake. By the craggy hill-side, Through the mosses bare, They have planted thorn-trees For pleasure here and there. Is any man so daring As dig them up in spite, He shall find their sharpest thorns In his bed at night.