THE OLD MAN AND THE FAIRIES.

Many years ago the Welsh mountains were full of fairies. People used
to go by moonlight to see them dancing, for they knew where they
would dance by seeing green rings in the grass.

There was an old man living in those days who used to frequent the
fairs that were held across the mountains. One day he was crossing
the mountains to a fair, and when he got to a lonely valley he sat
down, for he was tired, and he dropped off to sleep, and his bag
fell down by his side. When he was sound asleep the fairies came and
carried him off, bag and all, and took him under the earth, and when
he awoke he found himself in a great palace of gold, full of fairies
dancing and singing. And they took him and showed him everything,
the splendid gold room and gardens, and they kept dancing round him
until he fell asleep.

When he was asleep they carried him back to the same spot where they
had found him, and when he awoke he thought he had been dreaming, so
he looked for his bag, and got hold of it, but he could hardly lift
it. When he opened it he found it was nearly filled with gold.

He managed to pick it up, and turning round, he went home.

When he got home, his wife Kaddy said: "What's to do, why haven't
you been to the fair?" "I've got something here," he said, and