"With the greatest of pleasure, your Majesty," replied the Banjo, with a smile. And then it sang: TO TELEPHONE TO FAIRY-LAND If you want to telephone to Fairy-land You must have a snow-white Cricket in your hand. It is easy; don't you see? Just as easy as can be If the way to telephone you understand. When the crickets are all chirping in the night Then you have to go and seek by candle-light, And keep watching as you pass Through the bushes and the grass For a Cricket that is perfectly snow-white. "Hello! Hello! Is this the land of Fairies?" "Hello! Hello!" you'll hear the faint reply From one whose cheeks are redder than the cherries; "Hello! Hello!" You'll do it if you try. When you find the snow-white Cricket, all you need Is a line that's made of cobweb--yes, indeed! Do not let the Cricket go; Hold it tight and say "Hello!" In the hollow of a flower gone to seed. It's a very simple thing to understand, If you want to telephone to Fairy-land Take a candle; go alone; Find the Fairy Telephone-- But first have a snow-white Cricket in your hand. "Hello! Hello! Is this the land of Fairies?" "Hello! Hello!" A voice will come to you From one whose eyes are blacker than blackberries-- "Hello! Hello!" Now talk an hour or two. "Well," said Lulu, "that is certainly very nice. Now I shall always know how to talk to the Fairies over the really-truly Fairy Telephone; so that, good Queen, even although we are very far apart, I shall always call up and talk to you, no matter where I am, almost every day of my life." "Thank you, my dear," said the Fairy Queen, "that will be very nice, and I do not want you to forget me. Now we will go and I will try to show you some more things about our country. "Here you will see by the roadside many little houses like smith shops, with tiny white smoke coming out of each. This is where my little dwarf Fairies are at work making diamonds, very clean and white, among the most beautiful stones of all, as many think. But beyond these houses are those where the most skilful of my workmen are making the stones which we prize more than diamonds, those whose color is that of your hair, my dears, the royal blue malazite and the precious green corazine, the like of which can be found nowhere else in all the world. We will ask for some of these to take with us." Then as she spoke there came out from one of the houses a little Fairy with his hands full of these precious blue and green stones. "Good morning, your Majesty," said he, "I knew you would like to see some of our work to-day, for these are among the finest we have ever produced." As he spoke he placed in her hands some shining, trembling drops of blue and green. "These," said the Fairy Queen, "are made from extracts of the bright blue sky, my dears, and from the essence of the deep green leaves."