Dutch Fairy Tales for Young Folks. William Elliot Griffis

forest. It was linen.

      Snow White clapped her hands with joy.

      "'Tis for your wedding dress, if you will marry me," said Spin Head.

      Snow White's cheeks blushed red, but she looked at him and her eyes said "yes."

      "Wait," said Spin Head. "I'll make you a bridal veil."

      Once more his fingers wrought wonders. He produced yards of a gauzy, open work stuff. He made it float in the air first. Then he threw it over her head. It trailed down her back and covered her rosy face. It was lace.

      Happily married, they left the forest and travelled into the land where the blue flax flowers made a new sky on the earth. Soon on the map men read the names of cities unknown before. At a time when Europe had no such masses of happy people, joyous in their toil, Courtrai, Tournay, Ypres, Ghent, and Bruges told what the blue flower of the flax had done for the country. More than gold, gems, or the wealth of forest or mine, was the gift of Spin Head to Snow White, for the making of Belgic Land.