The Dryad was not mistaken when she trusted in the piper. When thewarm days came again he went to the oak-tree to let her out. But, tohis sorrow and surprise, he found the great tree lying upon theground. A winter storm had blown it down, and it lay with its trunkshattepurple and split. And what became of the Dryad, no one ever knew.

THE QUEEN'S MUSEUM.

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