"Is it a good big one?"

"Indeed, yes."

The head appeared over the edge of the rock, inspected him gravely for
a moment, and was withdrawn.

"Then it is accepted," said the voice.

"Thank you!" he replied sincerely. "And now are you going to let down
your rope ladder, or whatever it is? I really want to talk to you."

"You are so persistent!" cried the petulant voice, "and so foolish! It
is like a man to spoil things by questionings!"

He suddenly felt the truth of this. One can not talk every day to a sun
fairy, and the experience can never be repeated. He settled back on the
rock.

"Pardon me, Sun Fairy!" he cried again. "Rope ladders, indeed, to one
who has but to close her eyes and she finds herself on a downy cloud
near the sun. My mortality blinded me!"

"Now you are a nice boy," she approved more contentedly, "and as a
reward you may ask me one question."

"All right," he agreed; and then, with instinctive tact, "What do you
see up there?"

He could hear her clap her hands with delight, and he felt glad that he