“Wait and thou shalt see!” he replied.  “We always are patient until the Herr Piper is ready to tell us what he wishes; then we listen and attend.”

Doris would have felt that the boy was snubbing her if his eyes had not been so kind and his voice so sweet.  As it was she took it all pleasantly, and determined to ask no more questions, but to content herself with as much information as the Piper was willing to bestow upon her.

But now they had passed out of the first great hall and into another that seemed even more vast.  At first it seemed quite empty to Doris, but as soon as her eyes grew accustomed to the strange light, she saw its walls were flanked by any number of wee spinning-wheels; and above them on shelves lay stacks of something that looked like golden flax, and shimmered and glittered in a wonderful way.  The floor was carpeted with something very soft and of a tender, fresh green, and Doris’s feet seemed to sink into it at every step; and then a sweet perfume seemed to rise up like that one smells on an early spring-day when one goes into the country and is the first to lay foot on the fresh young grass.  The ceiling was so high that at first Doris thought it was no ceiling at all, but just the sky itself, and it was a deep, clear blue.

“This is our Spring-room, little Doris,” explained the Piper.  “Now, Children!”

And at these words they broke away from him, leaving only Doris by his side; and each group began a different task.  One new to the stacks of gold and separated them into long, heavy skeins; while another spun the threads back and forth till they sparkled and danced and seemed to turn into sunbeams that at length broke away and glanced into the blue above, where they played about just as the sunlight does on a bright spring-day.  Others, again, knelt down upon the soft carpet, and seemed to be whispering something very sweet to some one or something hidden below; and before very long up sprang long, tender shoots, and then thin buds appeared, and by and by the buds swelled and burst, and then where every bud had been was a flower.  And all this time there had been a sound as of falling drops that seemed to be keeping time to a soft little melody the children were crooning.

The Piper, looking at Doris’s wondering face, said, smiling:  “Thou dost not comprehend, dear heart?  Well, I will explain.  As I said, this is our Spring-room, and in it all the sunshine and flowers and clouds and rain are made that go to make up a spring day.  They,” he said, pointing to the first group, “are separating the golden skeins so that they can be spun into sunbeams.  It takes great patience before they are completely finished; and if one of the spinners should sigh while weaving, it would ruin the beam and make it dull and heavy.  So, you see, the sunbeam-children must be very light-hearted.  Then those others are coaxing the flowers to spring up and bud.  After they are all well above ground the flower-children