Francis Edward Paget, The Hope of the Katzekopfs; or…
“ How came you here?” cried a little sprite, who, by his crabbed face, and the bullrush which he carried in his hand like a mace, was probably the holder of some such office among the elves, as, with us mortals, is occupied by the parish beadle. “Ho! ho!” said he, poking the Prince with his staff of office. “Who are you? How came you here?”“The Lady Abracadabra, whom perhaps you know, dropped me just now from the clouds,” replied the Prince.“Ha! ha! ha!” shouted the whole troop laughing immoderately, “what a comical lady she is! Why, how come you with such fine clothes? Who are you?” ”
