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Updated: June 24, 2025
Amy sang, in clear soprano: "'The moon looks down on old Cro' Nest, She mellows the shades on his shaggy breast, And seems his huge gray form to throw In a silver cone on the wave below." "Imagine the cone and wave, please," said Miss Hargrove; and then, in an alto rich with her heart's deep feeling, she sang with Amy: "'Ouphe and goblin! imp and sprite! Elf of eve! and starry fay!
"Why, what a silly little thing thou art to cry about a dream," said the woodman, smiling. "No, we are not going to quarrel as I know of. Come, Kitty, remember the Ouphe." "Oh, yes, yes, I remember," said Kitty, and she made haste to dress herself and come down. "Good morning, mistress; how have you slept?" said the Ouphe, in a gentle voice, to her.
"I am sorry, mistress," said the Ouphe, "that you slept uneasily my race are said sometimes by their presence to affect the dreams of you mortals, Where is my knapsack? Shall I leave it behind me in payment of bed and board?" "Oh, no, no, I pray you don't," said the little wife, blushing and stepping back; "you are kindly welcome to all you have had, I'm sure: don't repay us so, sir."
"She shall have a spinning-wheel," replied the Ouphe; "and is there nothing else, my good host?" "Well," said the woodman, frankly, "since you are so obliging, we should like a hive of bees." "The bees you shall have also; and now, good morning both, and a thousand thanks to you." So saying, he took his leave, and no pressing could make him stay to breakfast.
"Not so well as I could have wished, sir," said Kitty. The Ouphe smiled. "I slept very well," he said. "The supper was good, and kindly given, without any thought of reward." "And that is the certain truth," interrupted Kitty: "I never had the least thought what you were till my husband told me." The woodman had gone out to cut some fresh cresses for his guest's breakfast.
"Why, what a silly little thing thou art to cry about a dream," said the woodman, smiling. "No, we are not going to quarrel as I know of. Come, Kitty, remember the Ouphe." "Oh, yes, yes, I remember," said Kitty, and she made haste to dress herself and come down. "Good morning, mistress; how have you slept?" said the Ouphe, in a gentle voice, to her.
At length, to her great surprise, while it was still quite dark, her husband called to her from below: "Come down, Kitty; only come down to see what the Ouphe has left us." As quickly as possible Kitty started up and dressed herself, and ran down the ladder, and then she saw her husband kneeling on the floor over the knapsack, which the Ouphe had left behind him.
"Why, you soft little thing," answered the woodman, "didn't you see that bunch of green ash-keys in his cap; and don't you know that nobody would dare to wear them but the Ouphe of the Wood? I saw him cutting those very keys for himself as I passed to the sawmill this morning, and I knew him again directly, though he has disguised himself as an old man."
"She shall have a spinning-wheel," replied the Ouphe; "and is there nothing else, my good host?" "Well," said the woodman, frankly, "since you are so obliging, we should like a hive of bees." "The bees you shall have also; and now, good morning both, and a thousand thanks to you." So saying, he took his leave, and no pressing could make him stay to breakfast.
"I am sorry, mistress," said the Ouphe, "that you slept uneasily my race are said sometimes by their presence to affect the dreams of you mortals. Where is my knapsack? Shall I leave it behind me in payment of bed and board?" "Oh, no, no, I pray you don't," said the little wife, blushing and stepping back; "you are kindly welcome to all you have had, I'm sure: don't repay us so, sir."
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