Yes, sir, just as true as I'm telling you, a voice singing, right down
under the water. And this is what it sang, in silvery tones, just like the
little bell that tinkles on pussy's neck:

The fairy prince lies deep and dark,
Waiting for the firefly's spark;
If you wish to see him now,
Follow me, and make a bow.

And, all at once, who should appear but Fan Tail, the gold fish. She
popped right out of the water, and when she saw the three duck children
she asked:

"Did you hear me singing?"

"Was that you?" asked Lulu.

"It was," replied Fan. "But why don't you do as I said? If you wish to see
the fairy prince you must bow. He always wants people to do that."

So Lulu and Jimmie bowed once, and Alice bowed three times, and when they
asked why she did that she said you must always do things by threes where
fairies are concerned.

"Now, follow me," called the gold fish; so they swam farther and farther
up the part of the pond where they had never before been. It got smaller
and smaller, until it was like a little brook, with rushes bending over
it, while the water whispered to the green stems.

"The fairy prince lives in there," suddenly said the gold fish, poking her