to have some defect in the wheels remedied. But there had been time
enough for a great excitement to be stirred up in the village.

All any one talked about the next day, was the stranger. Every one who
had seen him, had some new and more marvelous item; till charming as
the child really was, he became, in the popular estimation, a real
fairy prince.

When Margary and the other children went to school, with their
horn-books hanging at their sides, they found the schoolmaster greatly
excited over it. He was a verse-maker, and though he had not seen the
stranger himself, his imagination more than made amends for that.
So the scholars were not under a very strict rule that day, for the
master was busy composing a poem about the stranger. Every now and
then a line of the poem got mixed in with the lessons.

The schoolmaster told in beautiful meters about the stranger's rich
attire, and his flowing locks of real gold wire, his lips like rubies,
and his eyes like diamonds. He furnished the little dog with hair of
real floss silk, and called his ribbon a silver chain. Then the coach,
as it rolled along, presented such a dazzling appearance, that several
persons who inadvertently looked at it had been blinded. It was the
schoolmaster's opinion, set forth in his poem, that this really was a
prince. One could scarcely doubt it, on reading the poem. It is a pity
it has not been preserved, but it was destroyed--how, will transpire
further on.

Well, two days after this dainty stranger with his coach-and-four
came to the village, a little wretched beggar-boy, leading by a dirty
string a forlorn muddy little dog, appeared on the street. He went to