could not walk down it。 He could hear the stream murmuring only one field beyond it； and yet it seemed to him as if it was a hundred miles off。
He lay down on the grass till the beetles ran over him； and the flies settled on his nose。 I don't know when he would have got up again； if the gnats and the midges had not taken compassion on him。 But the gnats blew their trumpets so loud in his ear； and the midges nibbled so at his hands and face wherever they could find a place free from soot； that at last he woke up； and stumbled away； down over a low wall； and into a narrow road； and up to the cottage…door。
And a neat pretty cottage it was； with clipped yew hedges all round the garden； and yews inside too； cut into peacocks and trumpets and teapots and all kinds of queer shapes。 And out of the open door came a noise like that of the frogs on the Great…A； when they know that it is going to be scorching hot to…morrow … and how they know that I don't know； and you don't know； and nobody knows。
He came slowly up to the open door； which was all hung round with clematis and roses； and then peeped in； half afraid。
And there sat by the empty fireplace； which was filled with a pot of sweet herbs； the nicest old woman that ever was seen； in her red petticoat； and short dimity bedgown； and clean white cap； with a black silk handkerchief over it； tied under her chin。 At her feet sat the grandfather of all the cats； and opposite her sat； on two benches； twelve or fourteen neat； rosy； chubby little children； learning their Chris…cross…row； and gabble enough they made about it。
Such a pleasant cottage it was； with a shiny clean stone floor； and curious old prints on the walls； and an old black oak sideboard full of bright pewter and brass dishes； and a cuckoo clock in the corner； which began shouting as soon as Tom appeared： not that it was frightened at Tom； but that it was just eleven o'clock。
All the children started at Tom's dirty black figure； … the girls began to cry； and the boys began to laugh； and all pointed at him rudely enough； but Tom was too tired to care for that。
〃What art thou； and what dost want？〃 cried the old dame。 〃A chimney…sweep！ Away with thee！ I'll have no sweeps here。〃
〃Water；〃 said poor little Tom； quite faint。
〃Water？ There's plenty i' the beck；〃 she said； quite sharply。
〃But I can't get there； I'm most clemmed with hunger and drought。〃 And Tom sank down upon the door…step； and laid his head against the post。
And the old dame looked at him through her spectacles one minute； and two； and three； and then she said； 〃He's sick； and a bairn's a bairn； sweep or none。〃
〃Water；〃 said Tom。
〃God forgive me！〃 and she put by her spectacles； and rose； and came to Tom。 〃Water's bad for thee； I'll give thee milk。〃 And she toddled off into the next room； and brought a cup of milk and a bit of bread。
Tom drank the milk off at one draught； and then looked up； revived。
〃Where didst come from？〃 said the dame。
〃Over Fell； there；〃 said Tom； and pointed up into the sky。
〃Over Harthover？ and down Lewthwaite Crag？ Art sure thou art not lying？〃
〃Why should I？〃 said Tom； and leant his head against the post。
〃And how got ye up there？〃
〃I came over from the Place；〃 and Tom was so tired and desperate he had no heart or time to think of a story； so he told all the truth in a few words。
〃Bless thy little heart！ And thou hast not been stealing； then？〃
〃No。〃
〃Bless thy little heart！ and I'll warrant not。 Why； God's guided the bairn； because he was innocent！ Away from the Place； and over Harthover Fell； and down Lewthwaite Crag！ Who ever heard the like； if God hadn't led him？ Why dost not eat thy bread？〃
〃I can't。〃
〃It's good enough； for I made it myself。〃
〃I can't；〃 said Tom； and he laid his head on his knees； and then asked …
〃Is it Sunday？〃
〃No； then； why should it be？〃
〃Because I hear the church…bells ringing so。〃
〃Bless thy pretty heart！ The bairn's sick。 Come wi' me； and I'll hap thee up somewhere。 If thou wert a bit cleaner I'd put thee in my own bed； for the Lord's sake。 But come along here。〃
But when Tom tried to get up； he was so tired and giddy that she had to help him and lead him。
She put him in an outhouse upon soft sweet hay and an old rug； and bade him sleep off his walk； and she would come to him when school was over； in an hour's time。
And so she went in again； expecting Tom to fall fast asleep at once。
But Tom did not fall asleep。
Instead of it he turned and tossed and kicked about in the strangest way； and felt so hot all over that he longed to get into the river and cool himself； and then he fell half asleep； and dreamt that he heard the little white lady crying to him； 〃Oh； you're so dirty； go and be washed；〃 and then that he heard the Irishwoman saying； 〃Those that wish to be clean； clean they will be。〃 And then he heard the church…bells ring so loud； close to him too； that he was sure it must be Sunday； in spite of what the old dame had said； and he would go to church； and see what a church was like inside； for he had never been in one； poor little fellow； in all his life。 But the people would never let him come in； all over soot and dirt like that。 He must go to the river and wash first。 And he said out loud again and again； though being half asleep he did not know it； 〃I must be clean； I must be clean。〃
And all of a sudden he found himself； not in the outhouse on the hay； but in the middle of a meadow； over the road； with the stream just before him； saying continually； 〃I must be clean； I must be clean。〃 He had got there on his own legs； between sleep and awake； as children will often get out of bed； and go about the room； when they are not quite well。 But he was not a bit surprised； and went on to the bank of the brook； and lay down on the grass； and looked into the clear； clear limestone water； with every pebble at the bottom bright and clean； while the little silver trout dashed about in fright at the sight of his black face； and he dipped his hand in and found it so cool； cool； cool； and he said； 〃I will be a fish； I will swim in the water； I must be clean； I must be clean。〃
So he pulled off all his clothes in such haste that he tore some of them； which was easy enough with such ragged old things。 And he put his poor hot sore feet into the water； and then his legs； and the farther he went in； the more the church…bells rang in his head。
〃Ah；〃 said Tom； 〃I must be quick and wash myself； the bells are ringing quite loud now； and they will stop soon； and then the door will be shut； and I shall never be able to get in at all。〃
Tom was mistaken： for in England the church doors are left open all service time； for everybody who likes to come in； Churchman or Dissenter； ay； even if he were a Turk or a Heathen； and if any man dared to turn him out； as long as he behaved quietly； the good old English law would punish that man； as he deserved； for ordering any peaceable person out of God's house； which belongs to all alike。 But Tom did not know that； any more than he knew a great deal more which people ought to know。
And all the while he never saw the Irishwoman； not behind him this time； but before。
For just before he came to the river side； she had stept down into the cool clear water； and her shawl and her petticoat floated off her； and the green water…weeds floated round her sides； and the white water…lilies floated round her head； and the fairies of the stream came up from the bottom and bore her away and down upon their arms； for she was the Queen of them all； and perhaps of more besides。
〃Where have you been？〃 they asked her。
〃I have been smoothing sick folks' pillows； and whispering sweet dreams into their ears； opening cottage casements； to let out the stifling air； coaxing little children away from gutters； and foul pools where fever breeds； turning women from the gin…shop door； and staying men's hands as they were going to strike their wives； doing all I can to help those who will not help themselves： and little enough that is； and weary work for me。 But I have brought you a new little brother； and watched him safe all the way here。〃
Then all the fairies laughed for joy at the thought that they had a little brother coming。
〃But mind； maidens； he must not see you； or know that you are here。 He is but a savage now； and like the beasts which perish； and from the beasts which perish he must learn。 So you must not play with him； or speak to him； or let him see you： but only keep him from being harmed。〃
Then the fairies were sad； because they could not play with their new brother； but they always did what they were told。
And their Queen floated away down the river； and whither she went； thither she came。 But all this Tom； of course； never saw or heard： and perhaps if he had it would have made little difference in the story； for was so hot and thirsty； and longed so to be clean for once； that he tumbled himself as quick as he could into the clear cool stream。
And he had not been in it two minutes before he fell fast asleep； into the quietest； sunniest； cosiest sleep that ever he had in his life； and he dreamt about the green meadows by which he had walked that morning； and the tall elm…trees； and the sleeping cows； and after that he dreamt of nothing at all。
The reason of his falling into such a delightful sleep is very simple； and yet hardly any one has found it out。 It was merely that the fairies took him。
Some people think that there are no fairies。 Cousin Cramchild tells little folks so in his Conversations。 Well； perhaps there are none … in Boston； U。S。； where he was raised。 There are only a clumsy lot of spirits there； who can't make people hear without thumping on the table： but they get their living thereby； and I suppose that is all they want。 And Aunt Agitate； in her Arguments on political economy； says there are none。 Well； perhaps there are none … in her political economy。 But it is a wide world； my little man … and thank Heaven for it； for else； between crinolines and theories； some of us would get squashed … and plenty of room in it for fairies； without people seeing them； unless； of course； they look in the right place。 The most wonderful and