“All under the sun belongs to men,
And all under the moon to the fairies.
So, so, so! Ho, ho, ho!
All under the moon to the fairies.”
As he sang “Ho, ho, ho!” the little man turned head over heels; and though by this time Amelia would gladly have got away, she could not, for the dwarf seemed to dance and tumble round her, and always to cut off the chance of escape; whilst numberless voices from all around seemed to join in the chorus, with—
“So, so, so! Ho, ho, ho!
All under the moon to the fairies.”
“And now,” said the little man, “to work! And you have plenty of work before you, so trip on, to the first haycock.”
“I shan’t!” said Amelia.
“On with you!” repeated the dwarf.