"Phew!" said Pranc, "I almost wish I hadn't come." "Not at all," replied the Fairy Godmother, "there is nothing to be alarmed about. You could sit on a keg of gunpowder and be perfectly safe if you didn't explode the powder. But in case you should get into trouble, put this ring on your finger and turn it around and around when danger threatens." "Oh, thank you," said the Prince, slipping on the ring. "I don't feel so worried now." Then the Fairy Godmother took him all over the cottage and showed him the wonderful belongings she had, and last of all she took him into her study and there Pranc saw the Snooping Bug in his jar on the shelf. "What's that?" he asked. And the Fairy Godmother told him it was a Snooping Bug. "And this one," she continued, pointing to another jar on the shelf, "has a Sulking Bug in it; and this one--next to it, is a Crying Bug. If they got out of the jars they'd bite you, and you'd start in to snoop, or sulk, or cry." "Whoever heard of such a thing," said the Prince. "It can't be." "It can't, eh," said the Fairy Godmother. "Just put your finger on the top of this bottle when I take the cork out." And with that she took the magic stopper out of the Crying Bug bottle and Pranc stuck his finger in. And then--ping--the next moment something bit it, and the _next_ moment he burst out crying, boo-hoo--boo-hoo, as loud as he could. And as he was a boy who hardly _ever_ cried, he felt awfully ashamed of himself. "Oh, dear," he sobbed, "I hate to cry this way, but--but--" "Don't worry," said the Fairy Godmother, as she corked the bottle again, "he only gave you a little bite. You'll be over it in a minute." And presently the tears stopped rolling down Pranc's cheeks and he was all right once more. "My goodness," he said, as he wiped his eyes, "I wouldn't like that to happen again." "Then," said the Fairy Godmother, "see that you keep hands off these bottles. As long as the bugs stay in the bottles everything will be all right, but if they once get out they'll bite every girl and boy they find. That is why I keep them prisoners. I don't care for snooping, sulking or crying children, nor does any one else." Then she told Pranc that she would have to leave him for awhile. "I have been invited to the christening of a princess," she said.