water elf

She placed the glittering circle on her finger, and followed the water-elf into the river.

It was once more St. John's day, and the old water-elf was in one of his tempers.

Then the old water-elf caught her in his arms, and, with a horrid laugh, plunged with her into the stream.

Meantime the little water-elf stood outside the bell in233 sympathetic grief.

Then the little water-elf took her golden harp, and sent her clear voice floating through the stillness of the night.