But Dr. Templeton’s gardener was very lazy and careless, and when some stones fell out of the wall, he simply rolled them over the bank. That was easier, he thought, than mending the wall; and, besides, the wall was so very thick that a few stones more or less did not matter in the least. The Elves thought it was very fortunate for them that the gardener was so lazy and careless, and promised themselves a gay good time with a season in the Giant World. The members of this company of Elves were: _Captain Featherweight_, the head of the company. _Rainbow_, master of ceremonies. _Rhymo_, the poet-elf. _Tono_, the music-elf. _Lightning_, the messenger-elf. _Iris-Wing_, the flower-elf. _Touchstone_, the jester. _Owly_, the wise one. _Slumber_, the dream-elf. After the Elves had made a tour of all the grounds around Templeton Hall, their Captain called them together to decide upon a name for their new home. “Let us call our new home ‘Scale-Cliff’,” said Tono, the music-elf. “A very pretty idea,” said Rainbow, “but don’t you think ‘Rocklight’ would be prettier still?” “‘Rocklight’ won’t do at all,” said Slumber, the dream-elf, “because it suggests wakefulness--so I propose that we call it ‘Slumber-Nest’ instead.” “Can’t you think of anything but dreams and slumber?” asked Iris-Wing, the flower-elf. “I wouldn’t live in a place with a name like ‘Slumber-Nest’, and so I move that we call our new home ‘Rose-Bower.’” “Pooh! pooh!” said Owly, the wise one, “‘Rose-Bower’ suggests a garden, and a garden isn’t a house, so I think you’ll all agree with me that ‘Stone-Wall-Gap’ is much more appropriate.” “We don’t agree, Owly,” said several of the Elves at once. But here Captain Featherweight called the meeting to order, and ended all dispute by declaring that the name of the new home should be “Mount Fern”, because there was a fern growing just below, at the foot of the wall. As a rule, the Elves lived in peace and harmony, and they adored their Captain. His word was law, and when any disputes arose he always acted as judge. After the name of the new home had been decided upon, Captain Featherweight gave each elf his work to do in its arrangement and furnishing, and in a very short time it was all in perfect order and ready to live in. The Captain was very much pleased, and complimented his Elves on their ability to do their work well and quickly. “And since our house is now all in perfect order,” said the Captain, “let us have some music to celebrate the event. Tono, will you please sing something for us?” “With pleasure,” answered Tono. “What would you like?” “I leave the selection entirely to you,” said the Captain. Then Tono, who was leader of the elfin choir, played and sang: “Twinkle, twinkle, firefly bright, Through the dark and cloudy night, Floating gaily in the air, Here and there, and ev’rywhere.