THE LEGEND OF PENNY GRIM
"Nana," said little Philip in a meditative voice, as he looked into the glowing embers of the hall fire, "when do fairies leave off stealing little boys?"
"I do not believe they ever steal them, Phil."
"Oh, yes they do;" and he came and stood by her with his great limpid blue eyes wide open. "Goody Dearlove says they stole a little boy, and his name was Penny Grim."
"Goody Dearlove is a silly old body to tell my boy such stories," said Anne, disguising how much she was startled.
"Oh, but Ralph Huntsman says 'tis true, and he knew him."
"How could he know him when he was stolen?"
"They put another instead," said the boy, a little puzzled, but too young to make his story consistent. "And he was an elf--a cross spiteful elf, that was always vexing folk. And the
