It was set on fire by mischievous boys, one Election night, if I do not mistake.
But the jailer said, "Come, boys, it is time to lock up"; and so they dispersed, and I heard the sound of their steps returning into the hollow apartments.
We could hear the yells of the boys and the cheers of the lookers-on as plainly in our room as if we had been on the field.
At first King Frost was very angry, and the fairies trembled and crouched lower in their hiding-places, and I do not know what might have happened to them if just then a party of boys and girls had not entered the wood.
Girls and boys and young women generally seemed glad to be in the woods.