The startled old man stopped and flashed the light of his lantern around among the trees. And there, with wee wings outspread, was a fairy skimming through the air! Christern had never seen a fairy, but he knew this was one as soon as he saw him. And a jolly, rollicking fellow he was! [Illustration: CHRISTERN AND THE FAIRY.] “You don’t know me, old fellow?” said the fairy. Christern shook his head. “Wanted to shut me up in a sty, and fatten me, eh? I wouldn’t be much of a mouthful now, would I? Don’t you wish you could get me?” And the saucy fellow soared high up among the trees. Christern nearly dropped his lantern in his astonishment. “You don’t ever mean to tell me that boars are fairies?” he said, at last. “I mean to say nothing of the kind!” cried the fairy, indignantly. “Your horrid, beastly boars are no relations of ours, even! I’ll tell you how it was,” he said, coming nearer Christern, and speaking in a confidential tone. “Our fairies all have wings, and can fly, but there are other kinds without wings. Some of these are good, but some are bad, and they are full of spite against us because we are better off than they. I offended a tribe of these not long ago, and they had influence with a wicked old witch who changed me into a little boar. I was to remain in that shape for a week. She would have made the time longer, if she could. But they all thought I would be killed in that time. And so I should have been but for your Sybil. And there was another thing worse than death. If I was deprived of my liberty during that week, I could never again regain my natural shape. So, if you had put me in your sty, I would have been eaten up one of these days as a boar. From this awful fate your Sybil saved me. So I am doubly indebted to her, and I want to do something for her.” “Oh, you are the good fairy, who is to save our Maghar!” cried the old man, joyfully. Thereupon he related the whole sad story, and the fairy told him he would consult with his tribe that night; and, if he and Sybil would come to that spot on the following night he would let them know what could be done. Sybil’s delight was unbounded. She now felt sure that her brother would be saved. But, nevertheless she accompanied Christern to the place of meeting, half fearing that the frisky fairy would play her some trick. But he was there, before them, and had dressed himself in his best suit of green in honor of the occasion. As soon as they appeared he began chattering as fast as ever he could.