along.  And as for the flowers, they were beautiful; they grew as thickly as if they had been a carpet, and under them was another carpet of lovely green moss.  The trees and the birds, and the brook and the flowers were Prince Fairyfoot’s friends.  He loved them, and never was very lonely when he was with them; and if his swine had not run away so often, and if the swineherd had not beaten him so much, sometimes—­indeed, nearly all summer—­he would have been almost happy.  He used to lie on the fragrant carpet of flowers and moss and listen to the soft sound of the running water, and to the whispering of the waving leaves, and to the songs of the birds; and he would wonder what they were saying to one another, and if it were true, as the swineherd’s children said, that the great forest was full of fairies.  And then he would pretend it was true, and would tell himself stories about them, and make believe they were his friends, and that they came to talk to him and let him love them.  He wanted to love something or somebody, and he had nothing to love—­not even a little dog.

One day he was resting under a great green tree, feeling really quite happy because everything was so beautiful.  He had even made a little song to chime in with the brook’s, and he was singing it softly and sweetly, when suddenly, as he lifted his curly, golden head to look about him, he saw that all his swine were gone.  He sprang to his feet, feeling very much frightened, and he whistled and called, but he heard nothing.  He could not imagine how they had all disappeared so quietly, without making any sound; but not one of them was anywhere to be seen.  Then his poor little heart began to beat fast with trouble and anxiety.  He ran here and there; he looked through the bushes and under the trees; he ran, and ran, and ran, and called and whistled, and searched; but nowhere—­nowhere was one of those swine to be found!  He searched for them for hours, going deeper and deeper into the forest than he had ever been before.  He saw strange trees and strange flowers, and heard strange sounds:  and at last the sun began to go down, and he knew he would soon be left in the dark.  His little feet and legs were scratched with brambles, and were so tired that they would scarcely carry him; but he dared not go back to the swineherd’s hut without finding the swine.  The only comfort he had on all the long way was that the little brook had run by his side, and sung its song to him; and sometimes he had stopped and bathed his hot face in it, and had said, “Oh, little brook! you are so kind to me!  You are my friend, I know.  I would be so lonely without you!”

When at last the sun did go down, Prince Fairyfoot had wandered so far that he did not know where he was, and he was so tired that he threw himself down by the brook, and hid his face in the flowery moss, and said, “Oh, little brook!  I am so tired I can go no further; and I can never find them!”