She loved the meadow so much that this would be almost impossible for her. Yet she knew that, in spite of her love for the meadow. her longing for the sea would grow, and that one day she must leave her present home. All this made her rather sad. But she tried to be happy—to share the joy of her two little friends, and the joy of having the little fairy things come whirling down upon her. She played all day in the meadow with her friends, and when the evening fell they went back to the burrow and slept in peace till morning.
In this way the winter passed. Every evening at sunset Eepersip would go over to the edge of the meadow and gaze long upon the sea, with the brilliant sunset colours reflected in it. And each time she looked it seemed so beautiful, so beautiful! and each time she tried to go it, it seemed as if the ground of the meadow was a great magnet to her feet.
The spring came, and with it the flowers and leaves.
One night Eepersip woke up to find the full moon as if hanging in the sky. A few faint stars could be seen. She tried to go to sleep, but could not. At last she got up from her bed of moss. The dew lay thick on the grass, which slushed deliciously against her bare feet. All entranced with
