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GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.BY THE AUTHOR OF'OUR WHITE VIOLET,' 'SUNNY DAYS,' ETC.NEW EDITION, ILLUSTRATED.LONDON: GRIFFITH AND FARRANSUCCESSORS TO NEWBERY AND HARRISCORNER OF ST. PAUL'S CHURCHYARD.MDCCCLXXIII.[All rights reserved.]
EDINBURGH: PRINTED BY THOMAS AND ARCHIBALD CONSTABLE,PRINTERS TO THE QUEEN, AND TO THE UNIVERSITY.
CONTENTS.PAGETHE ORANGE WITCH, IISTORY ABOUT FREEZIG, 26STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS, 40STORY ABOUT THE BROWNIE, 82STORY ABOUT THE QUEEN OF THE KANGAROOS, 89STORY OF NOBODY, i IOISTORY ABOUT FAIRY EMY'S FEAST, 8.
GRANNY5S STORy-BOX.--2 NCE Upon a time there"were three little bro-Sthers, whose nameswere Bobby, MAftty,e and Eddie. They livedtogether in a poorZ cottage with their oldgrandmother, whomthey dearly loved. Shewas a good Granny tot 'hem, and took great-. care of them. Shetaught them to spell"t eed and, in the and to read, and to digSt eed and, n the Wnter evenings, when they thick and deep round their cottage for weeks togetherwek ogte
8 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.(for they lived in a very cold country), they used to sitround the fire and knit, while their Granny told them stories.How they did like that, to be sure They were never tiredof listening to her; and when she said it was bed-time, theycould not believe it. Oh, she had such wonderful stories,this dear old Granny! She knew the history of all the Fairiesand Elfins that ever were.'How I wish the snow would come!' said Motty, onewinter's day, when they were all playing together in thegarden.' So do I,' answered Bobby, with all my heart. I like itwhen the door is snowed up, and we can't get out. It is suchfun!'' And then come the funny stories, too,' said Eddie. Iwonder how many hundred stories our Gran knows. Shetells us new ones every winter. Oh, I wish it would snow to-morrow !'' Gran says,' said Bobby,' that the old Blue Witch who ridesupon the north wind, brings the snow. She shakes it out ofher feather-bed, when she is in a rage!''Is that true ?' asked Motty. 'What makes her in arage ''Why, the north wind,' replied Bobby. It is so rough,and blusters, and flusters, and blows her curls about, andmakes her nose red; and then she gets angry, and snows.''Well, our Gran is very wise,' said Motty. 'Who wouldhave known that but her ?''No one,' answered Bobby. She knows everything !'
GRANNY'S STORY-BOX. 9'Does she know when it will snow ?' asked Eddie. 'I wishwe did!''Let us sing for the snow to come,' said Motty.So they sang all together as they ran home to bed,'Oh! Oh!North wind blow !And bring the snow.'And, only think when they woke in the morning, the firstthing they saw was the white snow, which lay thick on thebranches of the fir-tree that peeped in at their window, and allover the ground !'The old witch was in a rage last night,' said Motty, in alow voice, as they were dressing. Do you think she heardus?''I don't know,' answered Bobby.'And I don't care,' said Eddie; 'for we shall have Granand stories to-night.'And so, when it began to grow dusk in the evening, andsupper was done, and the kitchen put in apple-pie order bythe little boys, and Granny's great arm-chair had been carriedby all three together to the chimney-corner, and three littlestools set round it, Granny said smiling, 'What does all thismean ?''Now, Gran, you know quite well!' they answered. Andthey dragged out a large basket from behind the kitchen door,and set it in the middle, between the stools and the arm-chair;and Granny said, 'Are we going to knit ?''Yes, Gran, and something more!' they answered. So
10 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.Granny sat down in her arm-chair, and stirred up the logs onthe hearth with a long stick, which was her poker, and madea bright blaze. Then she lit a pine torch for a candle, andstuck it in a hole on the hob; and the three boys took theirknitting out of the basket, and Granny took hers: and shesaid, 'Well!'And they answered, 'Well, Gran !'So she began.-
THE ORANGE WITCH.p /' ELL: now, did you ever/ hear of a house madeof oranges ? Well, thereS was one once and itS stood in the middle ofa thick wood. A jollysort of house, wasn't it I7 ri But it belonged to acruel old witch, wholived, not upon oranges,but upon little children.And she was so cun-ning, this old witch! She builther house of oranges, on purpose toentice the little children to come to it.Then, if they pulled out one of the"R oranges, the whole house came peltingdown upon them, and stoned them todeath: that made their flesh tender for cooking: and the oldI'
12 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.witch boiled and ate them with great delight. Now, wasn'tthat cruel? But do you know, I think it served greedy littlethieves right.Well: there was a village near this wood, and in this villagelived a poor old man, who had two children. One was a littlegirl,-her name was Minny,-and the other was a little boy,whose name was Dot. And Dot and Minny were alwaystogether; they loved one another so much. And they tookcare together of their father, who was very old. They lit hisfire, and made his bed, and swept the room, and put it tidy;and did all they could think of to help him, and make himcomfortable. But, at last, the old man grew so feeble that hecould not leave his bed; and one night he called Dot andMinny to him, and said, 'My dear children, I am going todie, and you will be left to take care of yourselves. I giveyou one charge: let nothing ever tempt you to go intothe great wood. There lives a cruel witch in it, whodevours little children. Let nothing ever tempt you to gointo the great wood. Now kiss me, my children.' AndDot and Minny leaped up on the bed, and kissed theirfather,.and cried; and in the morning, when they woke, hewas gone.So they lived together, Dot and Minny, and loved eachother more than ever. But they were very poor, and oftenvery hungry. They hardly knew how to get food from day today. Sometimes the neighbours gave them food; sometimesDot and Minny went out and gathered wild fruits, and madea store which lasted them for some time; sometimes they
THE ORANGE WITCH. 13earned a little by weeding for the farmers; but when thewinter came they almost starved. One cold day they hadnothing at all to eat. Poor little things I they sat on the door-step and cried. Three boys passed by; they said to Dot andMinny, 'What ails you And Dot answered, We are veryhungry !'' Oh, come with us then,' replied the boys. We are goingto get oranges in the wood.''Oranges !' exclaimed Dot and Minny with one voice.'Yes, oranges; there is a heap of oranges, they say, in themiddle of the wood, as big as a house. Come, and you won'tbe hungry,' said the boys.'Father said there was a cruel old witch in the woodwho would eat us,' said Minny. 'He warned us not to gothere.''Stuff! an old witch, indeed !' answered the boys, and theylaughed. And one of them said, I saw the oranges, with myown eyes last night-such a pile but I was afraid to stay toget them then, it was so dark. Now we are all going there tofeast.''May you take them asked Minny. 'Are they any-body's?'The boys laughed, and answered, May we? We are notgoing to ask the wood's leave they are nobody's.''Then they are not yours,' said Minnie stoutly. I shan'tgo. You won't go, Dot 'But Dot said nothing. Poor boy it was a hard trial forhim. He could not bear to see Minny hungry and pale.
14 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.' Come, Dot,' said the boys. Minny is afraid to go-justlike a girl! You need not be away half-an-hour. He willcome back with his pockets full, Minny.'' Oh, Dot, don't go !' cried Minny. 'I would rather die ofhunger than that you should do wrong.''Wrong!' exclaimed the boys, 'you goose! Don't listento her, Dot. You wouldn't let her starve like a coward,would you 'And Dot said, 'I shall go and see, Minny. There can beno harm in that. And if I see the witch I shall run back toyou with all my might. I am only going to see.'' That's right, Dot,' said the naughty boys. Show yourspirit !'" Tis an evil spirit,' said Minny, if it makes you do wrong.Dot, will you leave me all alone 1'' Come, Dot,' said the boys. Why, you would have beenback by this time !'' I shall soon be back, dear Minny,' said Dot, kissing her;and he ran off with the three boys, while Minny sat again onthe door-step, and cried.'Now,' said Granny, ''tis bed-time.''Oh, Gran!' cried Bobby, and Motty, and Eddie,'that's just what you always do when the story gets to thepart we want most to hear! Must we go to bed this veryminute 7'And Gran said, Yes, my darlings !'So they jumped up like good boys, without another word,
THE ORANGE WITCH. 15and put their knitting in the basket and their stools againstthe wall, and kissed Granny, and said, A happy night to you,Gran.'And then they scrambled up-stairs to see who could be inbed first, that the morning might come all the sooner !How quickly the little boys ran the next evening to dragGranny's arm-chair into its place by the hearth! and thestools, and the great basket too But it was Granny's wash-ing day, and they had to wait a little for her. So they sat ontheir stools, and talked.And Bobby said, 'I wonder if the old witch ate Dot! Ihope not.''Well,' said Motty, he oughtn't to have gone. I hope shedid eat those other naughty boys.'And Eddie said, I dare say she made them into apie.'They all laughed; and Motty said, What is a witch like, Iwonder ''Yes, I wonder,' said Bobby. Let's ask Gran; here shecomes. Now, Gran 'And Granny sat down in her arm-chair, and said,'Well!''Please, Gran, first we want to know what a witch is like 'said Bobby. 'Did you ever see one !''Well,' answered Gran, I'll tell you. There are a great
16 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.many kinds of witches. Some are big, very big, as big as ahay-rick; and some are little, no taller than my hand. Someare red, and some are green, and some are yellow. Somehave one eye in the middle of their faces, and some havesnakes for their hair. Some have long nails, like tigers' claws,and some dart flames out of their mouths. But there is onemark by which you may always know a witch; all witcheshave hooked noses and chins, which just meet, and makethem look so ugly.''Like yours, Gran ?' asked Motty. Yours just meet.''Mine!' answered Granny: 'that is not polite, Motty.No, not a bit like mine. Go on with your knitting, Motty.Now let me see. Where was I? Oh, I remember : whereMinny sat on the step and cried.' Well:So Dot and the three boys ran all together into thewood : and they ran till they came in sight of theorange-house. Then they stopped for a minute to takebreath.' There's a pile for you!' said one of the boys. Didn't Isay so ''It is a pile !' said another. 'I never saw such a thing inmy life. Where could they have come from?''Somebody's cart upset, I dare say,' said the third boy.'They will be coming for them before long, be sure.Let us make haste and carry off as many as we can, lestwe should be caught. We may never have such a feastagain.'
THE ORANGE WITCH. 17The old witch heard all they said. How pleased she wasto see four jolly little boys falling into her trap !'Ah, ah !' she muttered to herself, 'a feast indeed Ishall have boiled meat to-morrow, and roast meat thenext day, and bubble-and-squeak the third. A feast in-deed!'She was sitting inside her orange-house like a spider inhis web, peeping through the chinks, with her one eye, atthe little boys. Now her one eye was red, like fire; and itshone very fiercely and brightly: and Dot, who had beenall this time looking earnestly at the wonderful pile oforanges, suddenly saw something sparkling and gleamingamong them.'Look !' he said, in a low voice, as he pointed to it. 'Whatis that?'But when the old witch heard this, she shut up her eyedirectly.'Where asked the boys.'Oh !' answered Dot, turning pale, 'there it shone Oh,I'm frightened !''Where ? what ?' asked the boys again.' Oh it was an eye a fiery eye, in the oranges !' answeredDot. 'It moved!''Nonsense !' they replied, laughing. 'There's nothing.What are you afraid of ? Why, you are as great a coward asMinny, after all! Come on, you goose !' And they pro-ceeded towards the orange-house.But Dot hung back, saying, 'I saw it move I'm afraid !'B
18 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.And he thought of what his father had said about the witch inthe wood; and he trembled greatly. He did not know whatto do : he was afraid to stay behind alone, and afraid toventure near the cause of his alarm. So he followed thethree boys at a little distance; and when they drew close tothe orange-house, he stayed behind some bushes, to see whatwould happen.The biggest boy advanced boldly and seized an orange ineach hand, and the others did the same. In an instant thewhole pile came clattering down upon them, pelt, pelt, pelt;and, not content with that, the oranges jumped up and down,and went on pelting, as thick as hail-stones, till they werebruised and broken in every limb.Then, O horror! the most hideous old witch you everbeheld, with a fiery eye as big as a pumpkin, and a nose likean elephant's tusk, sprung out of the midst, with four greatmeat-hooks in her hand. She stuck one into each of the littleboys; and then, looking about her, muttered, I thought Isaw four of them !'How Dot did tremble and quake, to be sure! He was toofrightened to move. He thought the old witch would flyafter him and seize him if he tried to run away. He couldjust see her through the bushes; but, luckily, she did not seehim: so, stamping with her foot on the ground, the earthopened, and she went down into it, dragging the three boyson the hooks after her: for you must know, that the witch'skitchen was underground. Then the earth closed again; and,to Dot's great surprise, the oranges, which were scattered all
THE ORANGE WITCH. 19about, began to move, and to be very busy. Dot thoughtthis was rather funny, and he watched to see what they weregoing to do. And what do you think they did Why, theybuilt up the orange-house of themselves, just as it was before.For, you see, these oranges were not common oranges: theywere bewitched.Then Dot saw how it all was: and he thought to himself,'What an escape I have had indeed How could I havebeen so naughty! Minny said true enough when she said itwas an evil spirit that tempted me to go Poor Minny andI left her alone to cry! I must make haste back to her tocomfort her.'So Dot began to run, as fast as he could, away from thehorrible orange-house. But he did not know the way,-forhe had never been in the wood before,-and he ran, and ran,first in one path, and then in another : and evening came on,and it grew darker and darker, and still he could not find hisway out of the wood. And then he felt very much frightened;and he thought that perhaps the whole wood was bewitched,and he should never be able to get out of it again. At last itbecame so dark that he could not even see any path; and thethick bushes seemed to him like monsters all around, stretch-ing out their arms to clutch him. He sat down under a greatpine-tree and cried for very fear. Minny !' he exclaimed,'my Minny I shall never see thee more Oh, how could Iever be so foolish !'There he sat and cried in the darkness. At length theMoon came out from behind the black clouds, and shone
20 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.down upon the wood, and through the branches of the pine-tree, and upon the tear-drops on Dot's cheeks : and he lookedup, and it seemed like a kind friend come to comfort him.And while he looked he thought,-yes, he was quite sure!that he saw a face, a live face, in the Moon : and it smiled athim. And the longer he looked, the more sure he was that itwas looking and smiling at him. And then it nodded at him,-yes, it certainly did! So he spoke to it, and said, 0 goodMoon!'And the face answered, smiling kindly, 'Well!''Will you help me?' said Dot.'Yes, I will,' answered the kind face; 'but you must giveme something if I do !''I will give you anything I have,' said Dot; 'but I have sofew things. There is my three-legged stool: will that do?''No,' said the face, that won't do.''My yellow mug,' said Dot; 'only it has no handle.''No,' answered the face, that won't do.''I have nothing worth giving to any one,' said Dot, sorrow-fully. 'I am poor.''Yes, you have something I want,' replied the face. 'Ihave often looked at it through your cottage window atnight; and I want it. Promise me, and I will bring you safeback home.'' 0 yes, yes !' cried Dot, 'you shall have it, whatever it is !'And he thought to himself, I dare say it is the brass warming-pan that hangs against the kitchen wall!'So then the kind face smiled again, and said, 'Look up at
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THE ORANGE WITCH. 2me, and go where I point!' And a long finger, like a cow'shorn, came out of the Moon and pointed; and Dot followedthe way in which it pointed, and it shone upon him as he.went.And when the first streak of day-light came up the sky,the Moon drew in its finger, and nodded to Dot, and saidgood-bye. And Dot found himself just out of the wood,and soon came in sight of his own cottage. How glad hewas!Minny was not sitting on the door-step, however.' She is in bed, and asleep, I dare say,' said Dot to himself.He peeped in at the window. There hung the brass warming-pan, shining as brightly as ever.He opened the door, and sprung forward to kiss his dar-ling Minny. 'Minny! I'm come back!' But Minny wasgone!' And you must go,' said Granny to her three boys.'Oh, Gran! Oh, a little bit more, Gran! We shan't beable to sleep for wondering what has become of Minny,' theycried.'Perhaps the moon will tell you, when you are in bed, ifyou go like good boys,' answered Granny, kissing them. Andaway they ran.' Well,' said Granny, as she seated herself in her arm-chair,the next evening, with her boys round her, did the Moon tellyou where Minny was ?'
22 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.'Oh, Gran, no!' cried Bobby. 'We lay awake such along time looking at it; but no face came in it to speakto us.''Ah !' said Granny, that was because you lay awake,instead of going to sleep like good boys!''Oh, Gran, make haste and tell us, please!' said Motty.'We want so dreadfully to know Was it her that the face inthe Moon wanted?'' Well, Motty,' answered Gran, 'that was not a bad guess.Well, then-You must know that when Dot left Minny crying onthe door-step, it was about mid-day. Poor little thing!she thought her heart would break when she saw Dotgo. She dared not follow him: not because she wasafraid to go into the wood, but because she was afraid to dowrong.She sat there, looking in the way that Dot went, and hop-ing that he would come back. But when an hour passed,and then another, and another, and no Dot came, shewas alarmed, and her tears fell very fast. Oh, Dot, Dot !'she cried, 'come back! come back to Minny!' But Dotdid not hear her. He was far away in the deep wood.And it grew dark, and evening came, but no Dot. StillMinny sat on the door-step, hoping he would come. Shecould not go in and sleep till he was safe back. And thenight crept on.
THE ORANGE WITCH. 23She had had no food all day; and now she was veryhungry, and very faint, and spent with crying. Her headgrew giddy, and she could not sit up any longer. Allher strength seemed gone : she sank down from whereshe was sitting, and lay on the ground, with her head onthe door-step. She thought she was dying. At last allsense and power of thought forsook her, and she faintedaway.At that very moment the kind face of the Moon peepedout from the dark clouds, just above where Minny lay, andlooked down on her in pity. It had often looked down uponher, and loved her innocent face, as she lay sleeping onher little bed within the cottage. And now it sent down abright moon-beam, which took her up gently and softly,and carried her to a beautiful little star, close by the Moon.And in this star was a most lovely little palace, all of glass;and on a golden bed in the palace Minny was laid. Therethe gentle moon-beams shone on her, and sweet airs fannedher; and she awoke from her faint, and wondered whereshe could be. 'Dot!' she exclaimed, 'where are you? amI dreaming ?'Then the moon-beams brought her food in vessels of light;and she ate and was refreshed. And she rose up andwandered over the palace, and through the beautiful gardensround it-still not knowing whether she were dreaming or not.And when, at length, she was quite sure that she was awake,she wondered very much how she came there, and where thecottage and the wood were gone.
24 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.And there she lived, among the flowers and the birds,and the kind soft moon-beams. Her pretty star was full oflovely things,-such things as she had never seen before,-and the gentle moon-beams played around her, and waitedon her. She wanted for nothing. She was never hungry orcold now.But she mourned for Dot: she could not forget him. Shethought he must have fallen into the hands of the cruel witch,and she often wept for him.Every night the kind face in the Moon came to see Minny,and kissed her; and one night it saw the tears on her cheeks,and said, 'Why do you cry ? Are you not happy to live withme ? I love you, little Minny !'And Minny answered, 'O Dot, Dot! let me go toDot!'Then the kind face said, 'When Dot is good he shall comeup to thee !'And what was Dot doing all this time ? Poor boy whenhe found that Minny was gone he was miserable indeed. Hesought her everywhere; but no one had seen her. Then hesaid, 'It is a just punishment to me. How could I leaveher! Oh, my Minny!' And he shut himself up in thecottage and lived there all alone, mourning for his fault.And every night the kind face in the Moon looked down athim when he slept: and at length, when it saw how sorryhe was, one night it sent down the gentle moon-beam tocarry him up softly in his sleep to Minny's star. And whenhe awoke he was clasped in Minny's arms
THE ORANGE WITCH. 25'That's all,' said Granny.'Oh, how nice !' cried the three boys.'And they always lived in that little star, Gran, did they ?'asked Eddie.'Yes,' answered Granny. 'And if you look out of a night,you'll see that very little star, close by the Moon. Now goodnight, my darlings !'
STORY ABOUT FREEZIG.OW, Gran,' said Bobby,the next evening, 'openyour story-box, please,and bring us out anew story. How many., stories have you got inS there, Gran?''Well,' answeredGranny, 'I nevercounted.''Please, Gran,' saidMotty, 'where is yourstory-box ? It must betoo big to be in your head.'' Ah !' replied Granny, that's a secret!Never mind where my story-box is !''Gran is afraid we shall go to it,' said Eddie,'if she tells us where it is !'Granny smiled and answered, 'I don't think you would be26
STORY ABOUT FREEZIG. 27able to unlock it, even if you knew where it was But it isnearly empty by this time.'' Oh no, Gran !' they cried. Can't you squeeze out a fewmore V''Well, I will see,' said Gran. Fetch some more logs,Bobby, and we '11 make up the fire. It's bitter cold to-night.''Gran,' said Motty, what makes it so cold ?''Did I never tell you about Freezig asked Granny.'Well, then, that shall come out of my story-box to-night.But we must get warm first, or it will turn us to icicles. It isa story to make one's teeth chatter.'' tell us about Freezig !' cried Motty and Eddie. AndBobby came running in with a great armful of logs, which hethrew on the hearth; and the bright flame blazed andcrackled up the chimney, while the little boys drew theirstools close round it.And Granny said :Well: once upon a time there was no such a thing as snow,or frost, or pinching cold. How far back that time was, I can'tsay; no one recollects it. But it was so. And people livedall the year round in the bright warm sunshine, and there wasno such thing known as a fire in those days. They cookedtheir food in the sun.Well, you must know that at that time there was warbetween the Elfins and the Goblins. Now, the Elfins werethe good spirits of the earth, and the Goblins the evil ones.The Goblins were cruel, and spiteful, and mischievous, and
28 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.did all the harm they could to mankind. While the Elfinswere gentle and kind, and always ready to help and do goodto men.The King of the Goblins was called the Great Kobold.Oh, he was such a monster as you never beheld He had nolegs : his body was like a great huge ball, as big as this room;and instead of walking, as people do, he rolled. He had alsoa pair of wings, and he could fly. It was a funny sight, asyou may think, to see him fly !/ VtI--/--- _....L ..Then his head-that was an astonishing thing! It wasjust like a porcupine, all over long black spikes, except inone spot, where he had a hole for a mouth. As to a nose,Goblins don't have noses, ever. His eyes were about athousand in number, one at the tip of each spike, and he.could see a mile with each. His arms were long and shiny,
STORY ABOUT FREEZING. 29like snakes, with pincers at the end, instead of fingers. Andwhat do you think he used them for ? To pick out littlechildren's eyes There was nothing the Great Kobold likedso well as a dish of pickled eyes. Ah you may well turnpale. It was very horrible, wasn't it? But the Great Koboldcannot do such things now : he was punished for it at last.Well: the Great Kobold took for his wife the Red Witchof Mount Cotopaxi. She was a fire-witch, and darted flamesout of her mouth and eyes when she was angry. And theyhad. one son, whom she called Freezig. He was not a muchgreater beauty than his father, only, instead of being black,like the Great Kobold, he was perfectly white, spikes and all,and looked very much like a big snow-ball.They thought him the most lovely creature that ever wasseen, for there had never been such a thing before as a whiteGoblin. And as he was an only son, they spoilt him dread-fully, and let him do whatever he liked; so that Freezig grewup to be the most evil and wicked of all the Goblins. Oh,he was so spiteful, this Freezig even the other Goblins hatedhim; for he tormented everything he came near,-it was hisdelight,-and when he could find nothing else to torment, hetormented the young Goblins of his father's court, pulling outtheir spikes, and pinching them with his pincers, whenever hepleased; while his father and mother laughed, and said thattheir Freezig was such a lively Goblin !And now I rust tell you about the Elfin King. He wasvery unlike the Great Kobold. He was small and taper, andcovered with golden scales. He had one leg, on which he
30 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.hopped; and silvery wings, on which he flew, as swiftly as alittle humming-bird. He lived chiefly among the winds, andfalling in love with the Blue Witch, who rides on the northwind, he made her his queen. But he did not know thenwhat a tempestuous temper she had, or I believe he wouldhave thought twice about it. She was nearly as passionate asthe Red Witch of Mount Cotopaxi; and whenever these twowitches met, they quarrelled so violently that it produced ahurricane.Now, the Elfin king had one most beautiful little daughter.She had golden hair down to her feet, and her smiles werelike the flowers of spring. She was his heart's delight. Hetook the most tender care of her, and could hardly bear herto be out of his sight for a moment. She was very tiny; sotiny that she could sit on his hand, and he gave her a littlechariot of a single pearl, which was drawn by twelve butter-flies. And he called her Snowig.How he did love her, to be sure and she him! What sheliked best of all was to sit upon one of his wings when hewent out flying. It was so pleasant, mounting up, up, up,ever so high, and seeing all the beautiful things that are to beseen, among the stars, and the sunset clouds; and then to situpon the rainbow, and come gliding down on it to the earthagain. Oh, that was most delightful!But, alas! one unlucky day, when the Elfin king was glidingdown the rainbow with Snowig on his wing, the Goblin Free-zig saw her. He was sitting in the midst of a thick bushy oak,on the top of a hill, watching some little children who were
STORY ABOUT FREEZIG. 31playing near; for Freezig liked pickled eyes as much as hisfather did. But when he caught sight of Snowig, and hergolden hair shining in the sun, he forgot the pickled eyes andeverything else. As soon as she was out of sight, he flewhome to his mother, the Red Witch, and cried :' Mother I have seen the most lovely thing that ever was !a little tiny creature, with golden hair down to her feet, andher smiles were like the flowers of spring. I must have herfor my own !'' My son,' answered the Red Witch, you do not know whatyou ask. It is Snowig, the daughter of the Elfin king.'S' And I am Freezig, the son of the Great Kobold,' he cried,in a passion; and I shall have what I please I must haveSnowig; I will have Snowig; get her for me !''Well, well, there, be quiet,' answered his mother, there'sa good Freezig, and I will see about it.' So she pacified him,and he went out eye-hunting again.' Now, you must go sleep-hunting,' said Granny to her boys,'and dream about Snowig.'' Oh, Gran will Freezig get her they asked. We hopenot!'' Ah!' said Granny, 'go to bed !''Now,' said Granny the next evening, 'I know you areall agog to hear what happened to Snowig, so I will goStraight on.
32 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.Well: so Freezig went eye-hunting again, as I said; but hecould think of nothing but the lovely little daughter of theElfin king. Not that he loved her; no, not a bit! He lovednothing; he could not love, for he had no heart. But hewanted her for a plaything, because she was so pretty, and tohave her for his own, to tease and torment her. And he couldnot rest, he coveted her so. And when he had amused him-self enough with eye-hunting, he took the eyes home to hismother, who pickled them.Then he said, Mother, when shall I have Snowig?''I don't know,' said the Red Witch, as she stirred up thevinegar. It will be a hard matter to get her, my dear Free-zig. She is hardly ever out of her father's sight; and hermother, the Blue Witch of the north wind, is my greatestenemy.'' I don't care,' answered Freezig. I must and will haveher !'And the Red Witch replied, 'The only time when therewill be any chance of seizing her will be when she goes out inher chariot alone. But that is very seldom-only when herfather and mother are away. You must wait till then.'' Oh, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait,' cried Freezig,rolling about in a rage. I won't eat, I won't drink, till youget me Snowig!' and he took the dish of pickled eyes andthrew them all about the chamber.'Oh, Freezig, Freezig !' said his mother. 'There, there,don't take on so I tell you, you shall have Snowig as soonas I can get her.'
STORY ABOUT FREEZIG. 33'What's all this!' cried the Great Kobold, rolling in.' Ha pickled eyes how good how good !' and he pickedthem up one after another with his pincers, and ate them all.Then Freezig began to cry, because there were none left forhim. Ah, he was thoroughly spoilt, wasn't he So at last,when his mother saw there would be no peace till he had whathe wanted, she took him out riding with her on her fierydragon, saying that they would go and look for Snowig.Now, it unfortunately happened, that that very afternoonthe Elfin king and his queen had been invited to a grandbanquet in the Sun, and Snowig was left behind in the palace.So she went out into the palace gardens to see them go, asthey went up in their mother-of-pearl chariot, attended by alltheir train. It was a pretty sight, and she wished she couldgo too; but she was too young to go out to banquets.When she could see them no longer, she said to herself, I,too, will go out in my chariot.' So she waved a little silverwand, and said-SChariot, come !They're all from home,And I will roam:0 pretty chariot, come !'And her chariot came to her directly, drawn by the twelvebutterflies, all harnessed in gold. For this little silver wandwas a fairy wand, that her father had given her, with whichshe could call anything to come to her, and it came.So she said to the butterflies, Take me up to that prettylittle white cloud.' And they flew away up in the air, andc
34 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.bore her to the white cloud, where she amused herself withwatching the other clouds, as they chased one another downthe sky, and ran races.But before she had been there long, she saw somethingvery odd-looking appear in the air, coming towards her. Itwas not a cloud : she could not think what it was. It wasvery bright, fiery red, and green, and yellow, and white : andshe looked and wondered, till it came near. Then she sawthe Red Witch on her dragon, and Freezig, with his thousandeyes, which sparkled with delight.' There she is !' he cried. Ha now I shall have her !'And the Red Witch whispered,' We won't frighten her, for fear the Elfin king should hearher scream. Go to her, Freezig, and gently ask her to comewith you.'So Freezig spread his wings, and flew to the little cloud onwhich Snowig sat.She did not know what this strange creature was whichstood before her, but she thought he was very ugly. So shesaid, Who are you ?'' I am Freezig,' said the Goblin, looking as pleasant as hecould.'I don't like you, then,' replied Snowig. 'Go, Freezig!'And she waved her silver wand. But it had no power overFreezig.' I shan't go,' he answered. I shall stay here as long as 1please.'' What do you want?' asked Snowig.
STORY ABOUT FREEZIG. 35'I want you, pretty Snowig,' he replied.'Me!' cried Snowig. 'Get away, you ugly Freezig Idon't like you at all!'' Don't you?' said Freezig. I'll make you like me Saythat you like me, instantly, or I will pluck out every one ofyour golden hairs!''Oh! oh!' cried Snowig. 'I like you! but oh, oh! getaway !''Yes, I will get away,' he replied; 'but you shall comewith me. Come with me directly, or I will pinch out youreyes!'' Oh! oh!' cried Snowig, terrified. 'I can't come withyou! Leave me, you wicked Freezig!'Then Freezig, in a rage, seized Snowig by her golden hairin his pincers, and said, 'Can't you, indeed!' And spreadinghis wings, he flew back with her to where his mother waswaiting for him.Snowig screamed and struggled with all her might andmain, but Freezig held her tight: and the fiery dragon flewaway with all three to the palace of the Great Kobold.'Now,' said Granny; but the little boys all cried out,' Gran, that is too hard This one night let us stay uptill the-end and it is New Year's night, too !''Well,' said Granny, 'I '11 tell you what-as you alwaysdo go at once to bed when I tell you, like good boys, I willgive you a treat this one night, and you shall stay up tillthe end.'
36 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.' O good, dear, kind Gran!' they exclaimed, jumping upand kissing her. 'That is jolly!''Perhaps I know of something more jolly still!' saidGranny, rising, and going to the cupboard. And what shouldyou think she brought out ? Why, a great basket full of rosy-red apples and she set it down in the midst of the little boys.' Well,' said Motty, I don't know which I like best, storiesor apples!'And Granny went on-Well: the banquet in the Sun was over, and the guestsreturned home; and the Elfin king and his train among therest. Now, it happened that on their way they passed closeby that very little cloud from which Freezig had carriedSnowig. And there her chariot still was: for Freezig hadforgotten that in his anxiety to seize her.'Why, what is this ?' cried the Elfin king. 'My Snowig'schariot! Where can she be?''Where, indeed !' said the Blue Witch in alarm. 'Shemust have come here in it, but she could not go away withoutit. She has surely been stolen away.''O, my Snowig!' cried the Elfin king, in great distress;and he bade his train hasten with all possible speed to hispalace, to see if she were there. Alas it was too true!Snowig was nowhere to be found.The Elfin king immediately sent out his Elfins in everydirection to seek her : and the Blue Witch herself set off onthe wings of the wind to hunt for Snowig.
STORY ABOUT FREEZIG. 37'Woe, woe !' she cried in fierce anger, 'woe be to him whohas stolen our Snowig! Will punish him! I will poundhim in a mortar when I find him!'She visited all the four corners of the earth, and the poles :she traversed the Zodiac, and the Milky Way : she peepedinto every star, little and big : she even called in at the Moon,to find Snowig: but no Snowig could she find.'Where can she be !' exclaimed the Blue Witch, at length,as she stopped to take breath for a moment. Suddenly sherecollected her enemy, the Red Witch of Cotopaxi.' I dare say she is at the bottom of it !' she thought, andthat Goblin Freezig!' And away she flew to the GreatKobold's palace.It was now night: and the whole palace was lighted up;for the Great Kobold was giving a ball. The Blue Witchpeeped in at the windows. .There were all the Goblins, asmerry as could be, dancing away. In spite of her anger shecould not help laughing : it was such a ludicrous sight. ForGoblins, you see, not having feet, don't dance as we do; butthey roll and spin about, and sometimes lose their balance,and roll right over. It was more like a game at ball,than anything else. And above all, that Freezig! It wasbeyond anything to see him dance. For he was so con-ceited, thinking himself such a beauty, as he did andgave himself the most absurd airs. It was the funniestthing to see him making a bow, when he asked a lady Goblinif he might have the honour-ugly thing, he nearly rolledover-while the great Kobold and the Red Witch looked
38 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.on, and said there never was such an elegant Goblin as theirFreezig !But the Blue Witch looked in vain for Snowig; she couldnot see her, and began to think that perhaps she was notthere, after all. But just as she was about to fly away again,she heard Freezig say-'When we go to supper I will show you somethingwonderful!' So she waited a little longer, to see if thissomething wonderful could be Snowig.Presently the Goblins all went to supper. There were allthe good things in the world that Goblins like-'Eye of weasel, tail of rat,Toe of toad, and tongue of cat,'-to say nothing of pickled eyes And in the middle of thetable was a big Pie. Nobody but the Red Witch and Freezigknew what was in that !Well: so the Goblins feasted merrily a long time; and atlast Freezig said, 'Now for the Pie!' And the Red Witchlaughed, and said, 'Ah! the Pie! yes, now for the Pie !'Then Freezig took a large knife, and cut open the Pie;and, standing upright in it, was Snowig, baked alive !When the Blue Witch beheld this sight, her rage knew nobounds. She took a thunderbolt in one hand, and forkedlightning in the other, and flying into the midst of the feastingGoblins, hurled the thunderbolt at the Great Kobold, andpierced the Red Witch through and through with the lightning,and destroyed them both in an instant. Then turning toFreezig, she seized him, and plucked out his wings, and all
STORY ABOUT FREEZING. 39his spikes, in her fury: and rolling him before her into thepalace yard, she threw him into a huge mortar which stoodthere, and pounded him to dust. And the north wind scatteredthe fine white dust of cruel Freezig all over the earth thatnight; and wherever it fell it chilled the whole air, and killedthe smiling flowers, and the fresh green grass. And the peoplecalled it Frost.And since then, every year, at that time, the shiveringghost of Freezig wanders over the world, doing penance forhis crime. And wherever he passes, the earth turns pale andfreezes.
STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS."HE next evening, whenthe three little boysS were sitting on theirstools, waiting forGranny to come, Bobby-. said,'Well, nowz we know" "how it comes to be socold i''Yes,' said Eddie."- w' aThat cruel Freezig ?"how glad I am he was punished.''So am I,' replied Bobby. 'But I wassorry for Snowig. I wish she had notbeen baked.'I' What horrid things Goblins mustbe, to like such suppers !' said Eddie.'Motty, what are you doing ?'Motty was very busy with something in his lap, meanwhile.40
STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS. 41'I am counting my apple-pips,' he said. 'I kept them lastnight to play with. They are such funny little things.''I wonder,' said Eddie, 'how they got into theapples!''So do I,' said Motty. 'I was thinking that lastnight.'' Gran knows, of course,' said Bobby. She will tell us.'And just then Gran came in. So they asked her.'Well,' said Granny, I'11 tell you the history of that It iswhat few people know. My great-grandmother told it me,sitting in this very arm-chair, when I was not much biggerthan you are.''Had she a story-box, Gran?' asked Eddie.'Ah, that she had!' answered Granny. 'A bigger onethan mine. And this was what she told me about the Apple-pips :Once upon a time there was a Count, who lived in an oldcastle; and he had twelve sons. And these twelve sons wereall so much alike, that it was impossible to know which waswhich. For they were all the same height, and all spoke withthe same voice. They all had flaxen hair, and blue eyes, andstraight noses, and little peaked chins. The only.differencebetween them was in their names. And I dare say you wouldlike to know what these were. Ein, Zwei, Drei, Vier, Fiinf,Sechs, Sieben, Acht, Neun, Zehn, Elf, Zwolf: these weretheir twelve names.Now these twelve little boys were just like a flock of sheep
42 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.-wherever one went, all the others followed. And becauseEin was the eldest, he took the lead; and, being very mis-chievous, he was always getting into scrapes, and his elevenbrothers with him. And all little boys know that it is easierto get into scrapes than to get out of them, as Ein and hisbrothers found.Well: it happened that the Count was suddenly called awayfrom his castle on business of great importance, and he was"I I' ', ,i_, -Mqobliged to take with him all his servants, except an old nursecalled Guta, whom he left to take care of his children. Shewas very aged, quite an old great-granny; and hobbled about,leaning on a stick. She was almost deaf, too, and her sightwas failing her. Indeed, she found it a hard matter to look
STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS. 43after twelve turbulent boys. For, you see, they liked nothingbetter than playing her a trick; and so, the first day the Countwas gone, she lost them all. Nowhere could she see or hearone of them. All twelve had vanished. How she did hobbleabout, to be sure, looking into every hole and corner; calling,and coaxing, and threatening, but all in vain; till, at length,as she passed a row of brewing-tubs in the court-yard of thecastle, turned upside down, she spied a little boot stickingout from underneath one of them And when she came tolook, she found under each tub a little Count. Oh, howgreatly displeased she was Is this a game for little lordsto play at ?' said she, shaking her stick at them. 'Now youwill all to bed this very moment!' So she drove them up-stairs before her, and put them all to bed, and locked thedoor, and put the key in her pocket. And she said, noddingto her stick, 'They are all safe for this one day at least.Never were such little Turks !'Now, you may suppose, the little boys did not much likebeing put to bed in the middle of their fun. So as soon asthe old woman had locked the door, Ein hopped out of bed,and all the others followed his example. And they dancedupon the floor, and played at giants with their bolsters. Andwhile they were at this play, Ein said, How I wish we couldbeat the wall down Let us all try!'Now the room in which they were was panelled, and thepanels were very old; and, as the little boys battered hard atthem, one of the panels gave way, and fell in.'What is this ?' cried Ein. 'There is a hole here !'
44 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.' And steps, too, in the wall!' said Zwei, looking in.'Let us go down and see !' cried Ein. 'What a capitalhiding-place!''It's dark,' said Drei, peeping down.'Never mind the dark !' said Ein. 'We can feel the way.I'11 go first.'So, as Ein went first, all the others followed; and theyscrambled through the hole, one after another, and went grop-ing down the steps, which wound round and round in theold castle wall. Down they went, pushing, and feeling, andlaughing, and stumbling; down still, and lower, and lower,and lower down.'Where are you, Ein ?' said Zwei, who was next him.'Here,' replied Ein. 'Are you all safe '' Yes, all safe,' said Zwolf, who was the last.'Where can we be coming to !' said Fiinf. 'We must beunderground.'' So I think,' answered Ein. 'We have come down morethan a hundred steps already. What fun this is!''Oh, I am afraid!' cried Zehn, one of the younger ones.'Suppose some Hobgoblin should pounce upon us !''Suppose no such thing !' said Ein boldly. 'Here, let usall take hold of hands, then we shall feel safe.'So they joined hands all in a string, and went on, down,down, still lower and lower down. There seemed to be noend to the steps.When they had gone down some hundred, Ein said, I thinkthat we must be coming to the very heart of the earth!'
STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS. 45'Had we not better go back V' said Zehn, who did not likethe dark.'Go back i No!' cried Ein. 'We won't go back till wecome to the end. There must be something at the bottom ofthese wonderful steps.'' I am tired,' said Zehn. I cannot go down any more.''Let us all sit down a little while on the steps, then,' saidEin. 'How old Guta will wonder where we are She can'tfollow us here !''That is the best part of it,' said Zwei.'And she thought us so safe, when she locked us in !' saidSieben.' How good that is !' cried Fiinf. She did not know therewas a hole in the wall !''She will be bringing our dinner by-and-bye,' said Elf,'and find no one to eat it !''What fun !' cried Finf. 'And how she will look underthe beds, and patter with her stick on the floor !'They all laughed heartily. But just at that moment, amost terrible sound was heard, like the roar of thunder closeto them.'Oh !' cried Zehn, trembling. 'What was that I'Even Ein was frightened. Then followed a deep stillness.The little boys sat squeezing each other's hands tight, tremb-ling and silent, and afraid to move. After a long time Einwhispered-' We will go up again, I think;' to which they all agreed.So Zw6lf, who was the last, turned to go up the steps. But
46 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.he found no way. There was nothing but a wall. The stepswere gone-'Go on, Zw6lf!' said Ein impatiently.'I can't,' replied Zwolf. 'There are no steps. It isstopped up !''Nonsense !' said Ein. It is only that you are frightened.Here, let me go first.''Go, if you can!' answered Zw6lf. 'We are blocked in.'And, indeed, Ein found it so. A great mass of rock hadfallen in, just above where the little boys sat.'What shall we do 7' they all exclaimed in a great fright.'We shall die here! 0 Guta, Guta!' they cried. 'GoodGuta come and take us out !'Now it was their turn to call, and get no answer. Theycalled and screamed in vain. Guta could not hear them.For, indeed, they were far away from the castle, down in thedepths of the earth. Oh, what shall we do !' they cried,wringing their hands.'Let us go down, since we can't go up,' said Ein at last,trying to regain his courage.'The Hobgoblins will eat us!' cried Zehn. 'They livedown there, I am certain. Oh, what shall we do !''It must have been a Goblin that made that dreadfulnoise,' said Zwolf. 'Oh, what shall we do !'' Suppose we fall into some pit, or dragon's hole !' said Elf.'Oh what shall we do !'And the little boys all cried again lamentably, 'Oh, whatshall we do !'
STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS. 47' There is nothing else to be done,' said Ein, 'except to sithere and die. Which is best?'None of them knew. At length Ein said: Well, I will gofirst, alone, as far down as I can go safely, and see what theend of these steps is; and then I will come back and tell youall. Won't that be a good plan V' 0 Ein and suppose you are lost; what will become ofus then V said they.'I don't see that we have much choice anyhow,' said Ein.'But since I led the way here, I will lead the way out ordie !'' 0 Ein, Ein dear brave Ein !' they cried.Yes, Ein was a brave boy, with all his faults; and hethought more of their danger than his own, now that therewas real danger.'Good-bye!' he said. 'Pluck up heart! I shall not belong gone !' And he set off down the dark winding steps,carefully feeling his way. His brothers sat still on the stepsabove, listening to the sound of his feet, which, at length,they could hear no more.'Now,' said Granny, I have come to a good stop, and youmust go, my darlings.'How sorry the little boys were! 'Just in that dread-ful part!' they said. 'Now, Gran, you do that on pur-pose !''To be sure !' said Gran. It makes the story all the moreinteresting !'
48 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.'Now, Gran,' said Bobby, the next evening, 'make haste,please, and tell us what happened to Ein. I like Ein; hewas so brave !''So do I,' said Motty. 'I hope no harm came tohim.''Don't you think that mischievous'little boys deserve thetrouble they make for themselves ?' asked Granny.' please, Gran!' cried Motty, 'mischief is only boys'fun !''That may be,' said Granny; 'but you see it is not oldwomen's fun! Think of poor old Guta's distress when shefound all her little lords gone!' Think of what mine wouldbe if my three boys served me so It would go nigh to breakmy heart.'' Ah, Gran you know we could not play you such a trick !'said Bobby.' But where are the apple-pips, Gran!' asked Eddie. 'Youhave not come to any yet.'' Oh, they are coming !' replied Granny.And the three little boys smiled eagerly, and drew in theirstools close round Granny's chair, that they might listen withall their might. And Granny went on:Well; I told you that the castle in which the Count livedwas very old. It was very old indeed; more than a thousandyears it had stood there. No one knew who had builtit; but it was believed that it had once been in possessionof the Goblins, and that Bogaboo, the cousin of the great
STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS. 49Kobold, had lived there. And people said that somewhere,underneath the castle, was a cavern, with a deep pit in it,in which he used to boil little boys, instead of potatoes, forhis dinner.The twelve brothers had often heard old Guta talk ofthis-: and they thought of it now, as they sat on the steps, inthe dark.Suppose Ein should fall into the Goblin's boiler! Oh,how they did wish they had never come down these horridsteps !They sat there, anxiously listening for Ein's return. A longtime they waited, trembling and silent; but no Ein cameback. At length Zwei said-'I see no use in our all sitting here to die. I am the next.I will go down and see if I can find Ein-or, at least, dis-cover what has become of him.'' 0 Zwei !' exclaimed the brothers, do take care !''I will take care !' he answered. 'If there is danger, Iwill come back at once and tell you. Don't fear for me!'And so he set off very cautiously, feeling his way beforeevery step. They listened till they could hear him no longer,and waited in great anxiety for his return. But some hourspassed, and no Zwei returned.'This is dreadful!' said Drei. 'I can bear it no longer.I may just as well die at the bottom of the steps as at the top.I shall go after Zwei.'So he went down. Again they waited; but in vain. NoDrei came back. Then Vier followed, and then Fiinf; andD
50 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.one after another, all the rest, till only Zehn, Elf, and Zwblf,the three youngest, were left.'What shall we do?' said they at last. 'Let us go and dieall together.'So Zehn, Elf, and Zw6lf, holding one another by the hand,began to go down, down, down, still lower and lower down.Still there seemed to be no end to these mysterious steps,which wound round and round in the depths of the earth likea corkscrew.They had gone down more than a thousand in silence,when suddenly Zehn, who was foremost, cried-'Oh! Oh! I am slipping! Save me!' The next momentZehn, Elf, and Zwolf, clinging to one another, fell all togetherinto the Goblin's boiler.It was a black slimy pit, and at the bottom of it were manybones. There lay Ein, Zwei, Drei, and the rest. One afteranother they had all fallen in.'So you are come at last!' said Ein. 'Oh, oh, I amcovered with bruises!''So am I!' cried each one.S'What is to be done now!' said Zwei. 'We are worseoff than we were before! This must be the Goblin'sboiler !'' See, look! there is a light !' whispered Zw6lf. Whatcan it be ?'A dreadful sound was heard. The most horrible you canpossibly imagine. It was like the scream of a peacock, andthe growl of a bear, and the cry of a hyena, and the hissing of
STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS. 51a snake, all put together. It was the Goblin Bogaboo. Hewas coming.He was a brown Goblin ; and instead of being quite a ball,like the Great Kobold, his body was pear-shaped, all in one,and his head was pointed. And in his hand he held a fieryserpent which served him for a candle.He looked down into the pit. 'Oho !' cried he; 'a finedish of potatoes for my dinner! there will be enough to fryfor supper afterwards !' and he roared with delight. Thenrolling away again they heard him say, 'They are safe theretill I come back !' And he went to his cavern to tell hiswife and daughters.'Oh, how terrible!' cried the wretched little boys. 'Oh,would that we had died at the top of the steps!'How they trembled and wept! It was such a dreadfulend, to be mashed and fried for Goblins to eat!'0 Guta, Guta!' they cried, in deep remorse. 'Oh, ifwe could only get away from this horrible place we wouldnever play any more tricks !'Now I must tell you that Bogaboo had twelve littledaughters-the prettiest little Goblins in the world. Theywere brown, too, like him; but very small and elegant; andthey were the pride of his heart. He never could refuse themanything they asked. And when he entered the cavern theyall came spinning round him, to hear what news he had totell. So he told them how he had found a bushel of littleboys in his boiler all ready to be cooked; and bade themtake their buckets and make haste to fill it with water.
52 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.Away the twelve little Goblins spun, full of joy, to do hisbidding; and they soon stood round the boiler with theirtwelve little buckets, and peeped down.And as they peeped down, the little boys peeped up ; andEin cried,' 0 what dear darling dinky things! what ever can theybe?'They must be little Fairies come to help us,' said Zwei.'So they must !' said Drei. 'You dear little things! willyou?'
STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS. 53'How we shall love you if you will!' said Ein. 'You shallcome and live in our castle, and be our little wives !'Well, the little Goblins looked at one another, and did notknow what to say. They liked mashed potatoes, it is true;but flattery was sweeter still. They paused before emptyingtheir buckets.'What nice little boys they are!' whispered one littleGoblin to her sister.'So fair and noble-looking!' whispered another.'And how prettily they speak!' whispered a third. 'Icould not have the heart to eat them!''Nor I,' said another. 'It would be quite a pity.''Let us ask papa tO give them to us for playthings !' saidanother.'So we will!' they all cried; and throwing away theirbuckets, they spinned back to the cavern, leaving the littleboys, who had heard what they said, in a state of greatsuspense.'It's bed-time,' said Granny.'But the Apple-pips, Gran !' said Eddie.'Ah the Apple-pips !' said Granny.'Gran,' said Motty the next night, as he planted his three-legged stool in front of her, and seated himself on it. I 'vebeen thinking.''Have you asked Granny. 'Well, and what do youthink 2'
54 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.'Why, Gran, this: How is it that now-a-days people neversee goblins, or elfins, or witches, or brownies ''How do you know they don't?' asked Granny.'One never hears of it,' said Motty. 'And when you tellus about them you always say, "Once upon a time."''Well,' answered Granny, 'and what of that?' For indeedshe did not quite know what to say.'Why, when I come to think of it,' said Motty, 'it seemsto me that there are no such things now. Are there?'' You are a little boy,' said Granny, 'and you don't knowmuch. If you did, you would be wiser. I '11 tell you this,however: a relation of my great-grandmother saw a brownieonce with her own eyes.''Did she?' exclaimed the three little boys. '0 Gran!what, here!''Yes,' replied Granny. She stood on this very thres-hold.'' 0 Gran tell us about it, please !' they cried.'One thing at a time !' said Granny. 'I shall keep it tillApple-pips are finished.'Well: so the little Goblins all danced round their papa,and begged him so hard to make them a present of thetwelve little boys, that, cannibal though he was, he couldnot refuse them. Besides,' as he said to his wife afterwards,'they will soon get tired of them, and meanwhile we canfatten them up.'So in great glee the young Goblins ran to fetch a rope, and
STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS. 55letting down one end of it into the boiler, they all took holdof the other, and held it fast. Then they called to the littleboys to come up one by one on the rope.'Who will go first l' asked Ein.' You,' said Zwei. You came down first.''Not I,' replied Ein. 'I will see you all out before I gomyself. Let Zwolf go first. He is the youngest.'SSo Zwolf, very glad indeed at the thought of getting out ofthe horrible pit, took hold of the rope and began to climb it.But all the little Goblins together could not bear up againsthis weight, and as the edge of the boiler was very slimy, theylost their footing and slipped.' Oh, you monster !' they screamed. Let go!'It was too late : in they fell.' Oh, what fun !' cried Fiinf. 'Here they all come tumblingdown, just as we did !'The little Goblins shrieked with all their might; but theboiler was too deep for Bogaboo to hear their tiny voices.They shrieked in vain. At length, one of them, more sensiblethan the rest, stopped and said-'What is the good of shrieking 1 Let us open the trap-doorand see if we can creep out.'Now the trap-door was a hole in the bottom of the boiler,by which they let the water out of it; and it was fastened upwith a little door. The little boys could not see this in thedark, of course.'Let us help you, you dear little dinky things!' said they.So they groped about for the trap-door, and tore it open. It
56 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.opened into a long narrow passage, quite dark, and so lowthat the little boys were obliged to creep one by one along it,on their hands and knees. On, on, such a long way; theythought it quite as long as the thousand steps. Their heartswere beginning to fail them, when to their great joy a littlegleam "of light appeared at the end. How pleasant it was tosee the light of day once more !But, behold when they reached the end, and peeped out,there was nothing but a great deep lake to be seen !'Oh, we shall be drowned !' cried the small Goblins. Whatis to be done ?''We can swim,' said Ein. 'Let us each take one of thelittle dinky things, and swim away!''So we will!' cried the boys. So Ein took a little Goblinand seated her on his head, and said, Hold fast by my hair;now then!' and, giving a leap he sprang into the lake.And all the others did the same.The little Goblins thought this was fine fun, and they laughedand nodded one to another, as they sat on their boats, goingover the lake. They liked seeing the world very much; forthey had lived all their lives in the heart of the earth, and hadnever seen daylight before. And they said to the little boys,-' Where is your castle ?'And the little boys answered, We shall come to it soon !'But they did not know that they were at the other side of theworld. For these wonderful steps led right through the earthout to the Antipodes, where the Fays live. And here theywere come.
STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS. 57So they swam on till they came in sight of some rocks.And these rocks, instead of being like common rocks, werebright and clear, like glass; and when the sun shone on themthey glistened with all the colours of the rainbow. Then Einsaid,-'What land is this that we are come to 'And the little Goblin who sat on his head replied, It is theland of the Fays. Is your castle here?''No,' said Ein. 'I never was here before.'Presently they reached the shore-the twelve little boysand the twelve little Goblins-all safe. Then the boyssaid,-' What shall we do in this strange land ? Do Fays eat littleboys?'And the Goblins answered, 'No; but some of the Fays arevery fierce if they are made angry.' We must take care not to be mischievous,' said the littleboys.'Let us climb these rocks,' said Ein, 'and just peepover.'So they began to clamber each with a little Goblin on hishead. For the Goblins thought this was the safest way oftravelling. It was no easy matter, either, to climb the glassyrocks. The little boys went slipping and sliding back at everystep.'Hold tight!' they cried to the little Goblins, 'or you willbe off!'At last, by dint of many struggles, they reached a small
58 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.opening in the rocks, near the top. Ein reached it first. Hepeeped through-' Oh, how beautiful!' he cried. 'Come all of you andlook!'And they all peeped, one after another, and cried, 'Oh, howbeautiful !'Now what should you think they saw ?' Go and guess,' said Granny, kissing her boys. 'You willsee nothing half so beautiful in your dreams, I know !''Now, what should you think they saw?' said Granny,the next night, as the three boys eagerly gathered roundher.'Oh, we don't know, Gran!' they cried. 'We hardlyknew how to wait so long. Please to make haste and tellus !''Well,' said Granny; 'but what should you think ?''We don't know what to think, please, Gran!' they an-swered.'Well, but now, only just try to imagine!' said Granny.' 0 Gran how you do love to tease us !' said Bobby, laugh-ing. 'We have tried with all our might; but we can't thinkof anything except what you have told us before.' Oh, it was not like any of those things,' said Granny. Itwas something quite new. Now, what could it be ?'
STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS. 59'Please, Gran,' they all cried, 'do begin and tell us.''Well,' said Granny. Let me see. Where's my knitting ?Dear me! I've dropped a stitch. Isn't that tiresome !'' O Gran !' said Motty. 'It is too bad to go on so !''Very bad indeed,' said Granny. 'I do not know how Ishall pick it up again. It is a thing that requires patience.You have not a little to spare me, either of you V'They could not help laughing.'Now, Gran,' said Motty, how could you ask us, when youhad just taken away all our patience !''I ?' said Granny. That is good! excellent, I mustsay !''Please, Gran, don't!' said Bobby.'Don't what?' asked Granny. 'Not go on with Apple-pips ? Why, what odd boys you are! I thought you were soanxious to hear!''So we are !' they all exclaimed.'And yet you say, "Please don't!"' said Granny. 'Whatam I to do?'' 0 Gran, you know quite well!' said Motty.'Please, dear Gran, do go on !' said Eddie, beseechingly.'Well,' said Granny. Let me see, then. One, two, three,four. Yes, exactly. That is the very one I dropped. I thinkI shall get it up again, now. Ah, my old eyes !'' Gran, Gran !' cried Bobby, and Motty, and Eddie, all to-gether.'No fear of my forgetting what my name is!' said Granny,laughing.
60 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.'Oh, what are we to do?' said Motty in despair.'That is just what the little Counts asked, when they sat onthe steps,' said Granny. It is a difficult question to answerin some cases.'' Well, I never knew anything like this !' said Bobby.'Nor I,' answered Granny. Patience is such a rarevirtue !''Please, Gran !' said Eddie, 'is it of any use to ask you togo on?''As much use as many things,' replied Granny. 'Somethings are useless, you know. For instance, a pitcher withouta bottom!'The little boys were suddenly silent, for some reason.Bobby looked at Eddie, and Eddie looked at Bobby andMotty both; and then they all looked at Gran, and Granlooked very funny.' Ah !' said she. Now I wonder if it was that that the littleCounts saw? Did you ever see such a thing?'' Gran !' exclaimed Motty, how did you come to knowthat ?''To know what ?' asked Granny.'That we took the bottom out of the pitcher,' said Motty.' You told me so yourself,' replied Granny.'I!' cried Motty.'Yes, just this moment,' answered Granny. 'See how busyconscience was!'' Gran if you only knew what we did it for!' saidEddie.
STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS. 61'What did you do it for asked Granny.'We were playing at Apple-pips,' said Eddie, 'and thepitcher was the Goblin's boiler. And I was Bogaboo, andBobby was the twelve little Counts, and Motty was the twelvelittle Goblins. And the bottom of the pitcher was the trap-door.''Indeed!' said Granny. 'And did Bobby and Motty fallinto the pitcher then ''No, not quite,' answered Eddie; 'but they pretendedto.''And that was how the bottom of my pitcher came out,was it?' said Granny. It was a pity that did not pretendtoo !''So we thought afterwards,' said Motty. 'You see, Gran,it made it more like the thing itself to make a trap-doorin it.''I don't see,' replied Granny. 'It does not make a pitchermore like a pitcher to take the bottom out of it!''A pitcher, no!' said Bobby; 'but it was the Goblin'sboiler.''But it was my pitcher!' said Granny. 'If this is whatcomes of my stories, I shall be obliged to lock my story-box up.''Oh, Gran, no!' cried the three boys. 'We won't do itagain, indeed !''It came out so easily,' said Motty, 'it must have beencoming before. We only helped it a very little.'' I have no doubt you did what you could to assist it!' said
62 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.Granny. 'I thought I heard a most wonderful noise in thekitchen this morning '' That was Bogaboo screaming,' said Eddie. 'He wascoming.'' And if you had only seen him, Gran !' said Bobby. Hewas in the meal-bag !''The meal-bag !' exclaimed Granny. 'Worse and worse !What became of the meal 7''We put it into the kettle, Gran, till we had done, and thenwe poured it back,' said Motty.'And that was what made the water so thick to-night !' saidGranny. I could not imagine what it was.''Yes, Gran !' said Eddie. 'We did not know how to helplaughing when you poured it out and said, " Dear me, whatever makes the water so muddy to-night !"''You rogues!' said Granny. 'And pray what else didBogaboo do?'' He rolled about the kitchen,' said Bobby, 'and fell intothe clothes-basket; and we had to go and pull him out, be-cause you see he was tied up to his neck in the bag, andcould not help himself.''And we had to put him up on the hob,' said Motty, 'be-fore we swam over the lake. That was such fun !'' How did you swim over the lake ?' asked Granny.'Why,' said Eddie, 'we-that is to say, Bobby and Motty-swam upon the floor, from the window to the dresser;and the dresser was the glassy rocks, because of your wine-glasses.'
STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS. 63'Indeed!' said Granny. 'And do you mean to say thatyou climbed up on it?''Not I,' answered Eddie, 'for I was Bogaboo, sitting in mycavern-that was the hob.''For he was a lob-goblin, you know, Gran,' said Motty.'And my wife,' said Eddie, 'was the great stick which youpoke the fire with. And I talked to it and said, "Mylove."''And so Bobby and Motty got up on the glassy rocks!'said Granny. 'Pray are all my wine-glasses safe 7''Yes, Gran,' answered Motty. 'But we very nearly knockedthem over. For, you see, we were struggling about on thedresser like the little Counts.'' Then, when we got up there,' said Bobby, 'we peeped intothe sugar-bowl, and cried, "How beautiful! " But after thatwe could not get any further, because you know we don'tknow what came next. Now, Gran, will you tell us ?''Well,' said Granny, 'perhaps the sugar-bowl can tell whatcame next better than I!''Oh, no, it can't, Gran !' said Motty; 'for it was empty!''What a fortunate thing!' said Granny.'So we thought,' said Motty. 'For, really, it would havebeen very hard to help taking a little pinch when we were sohungry.''Hungry!' said Granny. 'Why, you had just had yourbreakfasts !''Ah, but we were the little Counts and Goblins then, youknow, Gran !' said Bobby.
64 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.'Oh, I see !' said Granny. 'To be sure. Why, my boys,'she exclaimed, looking at the clock, 'it's bed-time See whatcomes of taking the bottoms out of pitchers !'' Well now,' said Bobby, as they ran up to bed, did youever know such a thing! To get no story after all !''I never did !' said Motty. 'Eddie, how could you go ontalking so?''I!' said Eddie. 'It was Gran!''We won't speak a single word to-morrow night,' said Bobby,'then Gran will go straight on. That stupid pitcher!''Very,' said Motty. 'But, however, there is one comfort,that we shall always have a Goblin's boiler now !''Well!' said Granny the next evening, what a capital thingpatience is!'But Bobby and Motty and Eddie pressed their lips tightlytogether, and said nothing.'Ah, now!' exclaimed Granny. 'Really, if I have ndt,dropped another stitch! Too bad, isn't it
STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS. 65Still there was no answer. The three little boys knittedaway busily.'Why, how very odd it is that you have got nothing to sayto-night !' said Granny. 'Perhaps you do not want to knowwhat the little Counts saw? I daresay you do not care tohear after all !'This was too much for Motty.'Oh!' he exclaimed; then, suddenly recollecting himself,he shut up his lips quite tight again.Granny smiled. 'Well!' she said, since I can find no-body to converse with to-night, I may as well tell myself therest of Apple-pips, for my own amusement. You need notlisten, you know, if you don't like.'So she continued-Well : now the valley of the Fays was the most lovely spotthat mortal eye ever beheld. It was a low deep vale, shut inon every side by these high, pointed, glassy rocks, whichglistened, as I said, in the sun-light, with all the colours ofthe rainbow.The whole valley was one beauteous garden. Whereveryou looked, you could see nothing, and nothing, but flowersand fruits,-such flowers and fruits as we never see on this sideof the world,-so large, and wondrous, and beautiful. Theflowers grew up as high as trees, and the blossoms of somewere as large as an umbrella. As for the apples there, theywere each one the size of my head; and they shoneupon the trees, just as the planet Mars does in the sky of aE
66 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.frosty night, red and bright, like fire. And the pears were asbig as pitchers.And through the valley, in all directions, flowed gay andsparkling streamlets, not of water, but of the purest, sweetestwine; and it was rose-coloured. And thousands of little goldand silver fish sported in these streamlets, and leaped up inthe happy sunshine, and kissed the tiny humming-birds whichfluttered in the air.Oh, if I had but a Fairy's tongue, to tell you what it waslike No other could describe the beauty of this place. Asfor the little boys, they were quite overcome with wonder anddelight.'It is as good as a feast to look at it 1' said Ein.'I never saw such a sight !' said Zwei. It would be a pityonly to look at it, though. I am very hungry !'Indeed, now they came to think of it, they were all veryhungry. For it was a great many hours since they had break-fasted in the castle with old Guta. The little goblins, too,were hungry; for they had lost their dinner, you recollect.And the sight of such apples and pears, one may suppose,increased their appetite. And it is a curious fact, worthyof remark, that this is the only point in which Fairies andGoblins resemble us-in their liking for all manner of sweetthings.'Well,' said Fiinf, can't we go down ? I see no Fays.''No more do I,' said Ein. 'Where can they be ''Perhaps they don't live here,' said Zwei. 'Just look atthose apples We could all make our dinner off one !'
STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS. 67'Lovely !' said Zwblf.'Won't they burn us?' asked Zehn. 'They look sofiery!''It is only the sun shining on them,' replied Ein. 'Ireally think we might go down. I see nothing to be afraidof. And we can slide down so beautifully! Come, I'11 gofirst!'So, with one consent, the little boys and the little Goblinsbegan to descend into the valley of the Fays. One byone they squeezed through the opening, and slid down theglassy rocks. Never was such excellent fun! How theylaughed as they come slipping down, one over the other,spinning and rolling all the way to the bottom! The littleGoblins screaming, too, as they did, for fear they should becrushed!But they all got safe. And, oh! the delight of runningabout, all over this beautiful garden, when they got there!There was nothing to mar their pleasure there-no Gutas, noBogaboos. And they capered hither and thither, and playedhide-and-seek under the flowers, and leaped over the rose-coloured brooks, and caught the little humming-birds, and letthem fly again. Oh, they were so happy! And at lengththey reached a round grassy plat, in the middle of the valley,where the apple-trees grew.'Well! I think it is time to sit down and rest!' said Ein,as he threw himself on the grass. Then he said to the littleGoblin who sat on his head, 'Would not you like to comedown now?'
68 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.And she answered, Thank you, I should !'So he seated her on the grass; and all the other little boysdid the same to their little Goblins.'What a jolly place this is, to be sure!' said Fiinf.'Isn't it answered Zwei. 'I should like to live here allmy life!'' Fancy now, if the Fays were to come and find us !' saidDrei. 'What would they say, I wonder ?''I can't think!' replied Zwei.'What are the Fays like?' said Ein to one of the littleGoblins.' I do not know,' she replied. 'We have only heard ofthem.'' Papa says,' said another of the little Goblins, that we-that is the Goblins-lived once on the other side of the world;and the Fays came and fought against us, and drove us allinto the heart of the earth.''Why did they do that?' asked Zehn. 'It was very rudeof them.''Very,' said the little Goblin. 'They don't like us. Andnow all the Goblins live in great dark caverns in the middleof the earth.''Have they all got boilers?' asked Zwllf. 'Perhaps thatwas why they were driven from the earth.''I cannot say,' she replied. 'I was only born a littlewhile ago, and know very few things.'' Don't you think it's time to eat?' said Fiinf, looking upat the beautiful fruit over his head.
STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS. 69'Why, yes !' answered Ein. 'Suppose we see what theseapples are like !'So saying, he sprang up, and climbing one of the trees,plucked a great apple, and threw it down. His brothersshouted with glee, and ran towards it, when, to their as-tonishment, a little door flew open in it,, and a tiny being,all head and legs, leaped out. His eyes were bright andshining like diamonds; and they sparkled fiercely at the littleboys.How terrified they were !'It must be a Fay !' they cried; and away they ran as fastas they could go in all directions, leaving the twelve littleGoblins on the grass plat, in their fright.Nobody knows what the Fay did: but when, after sometime, the little boys gained courage to draw near to the grassplat again, he was gone. And the twelve little Goblins laythere, dead.'Good-night,' said Granny to her boys.' How very sad!' said Eddie. I could almost cry. Thatwicked Fay!''A capital plan that was of ours!' said Bobby, the nextnight when they were waiting for Granny.'Excellent!' said Motty. 'Gran didn't see it a bit!''Didn't you like that part of the story we had last night !'
70 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.said Eddie. 'It was the best of any, I think. How I shouldlike to have seen that garden !''So should I,' said Bobby. 'But I must say I felt verysorry for the little Goblins. Did not you, Motty '' Yes, I did,' replied Motty. Yet, after all, they were onlyGoblins. Do you know, Bobby, I think that, somehow, theselittle Goblins are the Apple-pips !''Do you 1' asked Bobby.'Yes,' answered Motty. I have been thinking so allalong. They were just the shape, if you remember; andpointed heads, and brown, too, and very dinky. I am nearlysure that they will end in being Apple-pips.''Well, now !' said Eddie. That is very clever of you,Motty I should never have thought of that. Only Apple-pips don't speak.''Ah, because they are dead-dead Goblins I mean,' saidMotty.'And do you mean to say, then,' asked Bobby, 'that allApple-pips are dead Goblins ? I don't see how you makethat out. There are only twelve.'' Well,' replied Motty. I don't know myself. But I can-not help thinking what I think. We shall see. Now, Gran,please We are so patient!''Are you said Granny, as she seated herself in her arm-chair, and smiled at her little boys. 'Suppose I try how truethat is '' 0 no, no, Gran, please !' they all cried eagerly. 'We wantso terribly to hear what came next!'
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STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS. 71'Indeed !' said Granny. 'I thought there was not muchpatience on these three stools Well, I will take pity on youto-night !'So she went on :Well : the little Counts were very much shocked, as youmay think, when they saw the twelve little Goblins lying deadon the grass-plat. They looked about on every side to see ifthe Fay were near, but he was quite gone, and all was verystill. So at last they ventured towards the grass-plat again,and gathered round the poor little Goblins, and looked atthem.'What a wicked thing!' said Ein, in a whisper. Whatdid he do that for? If I ever find that Fay I will punishhim !''That we will !' they all exclaimed, but in a very low voice;for, indeed, they were exceedingly frightened at the Fay andhis deeds.'I do not see the good of our staying here,' saidEin. 'Perhaps there are Fays in all these apples!' headded, looking up in alarm at the hundreds over his head,which shone and glittered in the sunbeams as if they werealive.'They must be the Fays' houses,' whispered Zwei. 'Supposethey should all fly out upon us !''Yes, indeed !' said Fiinf. 'I do not much like stayinghere.''Where shall we go said Ein.
72 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.' Oh, anywhere, out of this place !' answered Zehn. Domake haste I am so frightened.'" Well,' said Ein, 'I think we had better climb the rocks onthe other side of the valley, and see what we can find there.But we will not leave these poor little dinky things here. Wewill take them and bury them somewhere.''Let us each take one,' said Zwei.So the little boys each took up one of the dead Goblins,and turned to leave the fatal grass-plat. And as they turnedthey saw the great apple still lying there, out of which the Fayhad leaped. The door was open, as he had left it; and Fiinfstooped down and peeped in.' Oh !' he exclaimed, 'what a dear little house It is fullof little rooms, and no one in it. Let us take it with us !''But how angry the Fay would be, if he were to see uscarrying it away !' said Zehn. Pray don't !''A fig for the Fay !' said Ein. He killed our little dinkythings, and he shall give us his house to put them in. It willhold them nicely.''Yes,' said Zwei, 'so it will!' And they took up the appleand examined it.' See, there are just twelve little rooms !' said Ein. Nowwe will put a little dinky thing in each.'' pray, pray make haste 1' cried Zehn. 'I am tremblingall over The Fay will certainly come after us !'So they put a little Goblin in each of the chambers ofthe apple, and shut the door. And Ein said, 'We will carryit by turns. Now, then, let us come.'
STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS. 73They all hastened away, through the valley, to the rocks onthe opposite side, carrying the Fay's house with them. Andbefore long they were clambering the glassy rocks again.'I shall be glad when we get out of this place !' said Zwei,as he climbed. I don't like it as much as I did.''No more do I,' said Fiinf. 'It is very disagreeable tothink that one cannot even pick an apple without a Fayflying Cut of it !''Very,' said Ein. And how ugly he was, that old Fay,wasn't he ''Hideous!' answered Fiinf. 'I wonder if they are all asugly I would not be all head and legs, like a spider, for any-thing !''Oh !' cried Zehn, in an agony. 'Look look behind you !Oh, the Fays the Fays !'The little boys had nearly reached the top of the rocks-Zehn was the hindermost. They all turned quickly as hescreamed; and, oh what a sight met their eyes A wholearmy of Fays burst forth from the apple-trees,-out of everyapple a Fay,-and in a mass they came leaping through theair towards the little boys. For the Fays can walk and jumpin the air, you know, just as we do on the earth ; for havingno bodies they are very light. It was a dreadful sight, indeed,to see them come leaping like this, for they were in a greatfury; their eyes sparkled like lightning, and the noise theymade was like the booming of an angry swarm of hornets.And at their head was the very Fay.'Oh !' exclaimed Fiinf, we are lost!'
74 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.And on they came, trooping, by hundreds and thousands, ina great cloud, over the heads of the little boys.'What ever are we to do ?' cried Ein, in alarm. 'This isas bad as the Goblin's boiler !''We shall certainly die now,' said Zwilf. 'I wish we haddied long ago for my part. It would have been better to havebeen quietly boiled, than to be torn in pieces by these fierceFays.''0! O! O! 0!0! 0! O!O!O! h!'screamedthe twelve little boys, with one voice, as, the next instant, thefurious Fays descended upon them, and seizing them by thehair of their heads, carried them up in the air!'And there they must hang,' said Granny, 'till to-morrownight.'' 0 Gran !' exclaimed Bobby, the next evening. 'Pray donot leave the little Counts any longer in the air !'Granny smiled. 'Well,' said she, 'I will not keep them oryou any longer in suspense; it is a trying state, under any cir-cumstances.''And especially,' said Motty, when one is hanging by thehair of one's head !'So Granny continued :Well: you may imagine how the little boys kicked andscreamed at being carried up in the air like this. But it was
STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS. 75of little use; for the Fays possess super-human strength, andcarried them away as if they had been feathers.And up they flew, shaking the little boys angrily; for theyhad been watching them all the time in the valley, and werevery much enraged at their taking such liberties. And thechief of the Fays was beyond measure furious; for it was hewho lived in the apple which Ein had plucked.'The little wretches !' he cried. 'They shall be buried inour deepest dungeon And this one, he who dared to pulldown my house, he shall be mogridilificated !'Now, what this was, Ein did not know; but he was sureit was something very dreadful by the sound, and began tothink how he should get out of it. And it occurred to himthat if he dropped the apple as they went through the air,the Fays would not be able to tell which had been the cul-prit, as he and his brothers were all so exactly alike. So helet go the apple, and it fell among the glassy rocks and rolledaway.By-and-bye the Fays alighted on the summit of one of thehighest rocks, and the chief of the Fays called out,-'Open rock open wide!That we may put these little boys inside!'And the top of the glassy rock flew up like the lid of mysnuff-box, and the little boys saw that it was hollow within.Then the Fays dropped them in and followed them. Whenthey had all descended into the glassy cavern, the angry Faysgathered round the little boys. And the chief of the Fayssaid fiercely,-
76 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.'Where is he who tore down my house and stole it ''This is he,' said one of the Fays, pointing to Zehn.'No, this is he !' said another, pointing to Fiinf.'Pardon me,' said another of the Fays, 'but this is he!'and he pointed to Zwei. 'I saw it in his hand with my owneyes !'' You mean in his hand,' said another, pointing to Elf.'You are all wrong!' said another, pointing to Drei." Twas he !'' Now, that it was not !' cried another Fay. 'It was thisone. I marked him!' and he pointed to Zwolf.'Well,' said another, 'I think now that it was this one!'and he pointed to Ein.'It was not he, I assure you !' said another Fay. 'It washe,' and he pointed to Acht; I know, for I looked well athim !'' You are mistaken,' said another. It was this one, as sureas I am a Fay !' and he pointed to Sechs.' He!' cried another. 'Twas this one I tell you !' and hepointed to Sieben.'Excuse me,' said another Fay; 'but I am positivelycertain it was this one, and no other!' and he pointed toVier.' It was no more him than it was me !' cried another. Thiswas the one the very one !' and he pointed to Neun.And they squabbled so loudly about it, each quite certainthat he was right and all the others wrong, that at last thechief of the Fays called out,-
STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS. 77'Hold your peace They shall all be mogridilificated !'And with that he sprang up and wheeled twelve times roundin the air, over the heads of the terrified little boys. And ashe wheeled round and round he cried,-' Mo-gridil-abbo !Twelve times round I go:Mo-gridil-abbis ITwelve times leap like this :Mo-gridil-abbit!Be every boy a rabbit!'And as he uttered the words, the twelve little boys becametwelve little white rabbits, with pink eyes. And while theygazed on one another in astonishment, the Fays all rose upand leapt out of the cavern, and the top of the glassy rockshut down again.The little boys hardly knew how to believe themselves;they all sat round in a ring, on their hind paws, and laughedat one another. They could still speak-that was one com-fort.'Well !' said Ein, if I be I, as I suppose I be, this is theoddest thing that ever happened to me!''It beats anything !' said Fiinf. Only to think of actuallybeing a rabbit!''A most ridiculous thing !' said Zwei. 'I cannot helplaughing. You do all look so funny !''Yes, and feel funny too !' said Drei. I cannot fancy thatI am a little boy !''No more you are !' answered Fiinf. 'You are a littlerabbit !'
78 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.How they did laugh, to be sure till their sides quiteached.' It is so funny to look at your round nose !' said Elf toZwei.'And funnier still to look at your long flapping ears !' saidZwei to Elf.'But the most absurd thing of all is the having four legs!'said Fiinf. It is so droll to feel one's-self a quadruped !'' Ido not intend to be a quadruped !' said Ein. I shallwalk erect, as long as 1 am a rabbit.''So shall I!' said Zwei. 'We are not common rabbits,you know. We are rabbits of rank. That is why the Fayshave given us white fur, of course.'' Yes,' said Ein. They knew, I suppose, that we were littleCounts.''Well,' said Fiinf, 'I do not see that it matters much whatwe are while we are rabbits and shut up in this place. I wishwe could get out.''Why shouldn't we V' said Ein. 'Now I think of it, I haveseen rabbits bore holes in the earth. Cannot we do that andget out somewhere ''Let us try!' said they all.So they set to work with their paws, and scraped away withall their might; and, as you may believe, twelve such rabbitssoon made a hole.' This is delightful!' said Ein. So they all thought. Andthey worked, and bored, and burrowed all that night, till theirpaws were nearly worn away.
STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS. 79And, only think when the morning dawned, the first thingthe sun saw was Ein's white nose just pushing up through theground on the other side of the glassy rocks! And then itsaw twelve little white rabbits creep, one after another, outof the hole.'Well now !' said Fiinf, 'this is very nice, I must say Butwe had better make haste away from this place, or the Fayswill catch us and make rabbit-pie of us !'' Ha! what is this cried Vier. 'Our apple, I declare!'And, indeed, close by the hole out of which they had creptlay the apple which Ein had dropt. It had rolled down theglassy rocks to that spot.'Let us take it,' said Ein. We can drag it, by turns, inour mouths.'So they travelled away with the Fay apple over a greatwide plain, at the end of which they came to a forest. Andthere they sat down under the trees to rest, and nibbledthe grass. And Ein said, 'I wonder if we shall always berabbits !''I do not see how we are ever to be little boys again!'said Zwei. 'Unless, indeed, we could get back to oldGuta. She knows charms, and perhaps she could charm usback.'' So she might !' said Fiinf. Oh, if we could only get backto dear old Guta !''Yes, dear old Guta! they all said. 'How we wish shewas here !'' Let us bore, and bore, and bore,' said Ein, 'till we come
80 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.out at our castle. We shall, perhaps, some day, if we go onboring patiently.''So we will!' they cried. And they began to boredirectly.And day and night the twelve little white rabbits bored,patiently, for a whole year; and, would you believe it ? that veryday twelvemonth, when the morning dawned, the first thing thesun saw, was Ein's white nose pushing up through the ground,in the Count's castle garden. They had bored right throughthe earth, these rabbits !And Guta saw it too. Poor old Guta every morning whenshe rose now, her eyes were red and dim with tears, as shelooked out upon the bright gay castle garden, where her littlelords used to play such merry pranks. And this morning, too,she looked out with her red eyes; and as she looked, she sawanother pair of red eyes, coming up out of the ground ; whichwere Ein's.Now old Guta was canny; and as she looked at the eyesof this rabbit, she knew, by a certain expression in them,that they were human eyes. And when she saw the twelvelittle white rabbits coming out, one after another, she ex-claimed, 'They are my own pretty boys !'Down she flew, without her stick; and, seizing a handful ofearth, she sprinkled it over the little white rabbits, and cried-'Mo-gridil-abbit!Boy, come out of rabbit 'And the twelve little Counts leaped out of the rabbit skins,and kissed and hugged old Guta.
STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS. 81' We will never play you any more tricks,' they cried.As for the apple with the dead Goblins in it, they buried itin that very spot in the castle garden where they came out.And an apple tree, the first that was ever seen on this side ofthe world, came up there; and in every apple, then and since,you find the likeness of the little dinky things.'And a warning besides,' said Granny, to all mischievouslittle boys !''Well,' said Motty, 'I shall never eat an apple again with-out thinking of that!'F
STORY ABOUT THE BROWNIE.i''Il.GRAN!' exclaimed"I''1,' Motty the next even-S ing, as Granny seatedherself in her arm-chair," 'we have been havingSuch fun !''Have you said" Granny. 'What, withS another pitcher ?"T- 'No, Gran! we did- not want the pitcherThis time,' said Eddie.2- We have been doingthe rest of Apple-pips.'Oh, if you had seen the rabbits, Gran !'said Bobby, 'you would have laughed !'' Who were the rabbits !' asked Granny.'Eddie and Motty,' answered Bobby. 'And I was thechief of the Fays.'82
STORY ABOUT THE BROWNIE. 83'We put on our night-gowns,' said Motty, 'to make whiterabbits, and hopped about the kitchen on our hind legs.And then the fun of burrowing through the earth We wentright through your stack of peat, Gran, in the cellar !''I thought there had been some doings of that kind,' saidGranny, by the shouts of laughter that I heard.'' Gran!' cried Motty, 'it was at Bobby that we laughedso when he leaped about on the table over our heads, andcried, Mo-gridil-abbo! and all that funny little song. Andjust when he said, " Be every boy a rabbit !" we put on ournight-gowns, and became rabbits.''I was obliged to practise that song first by myself,' saidBobby, 'while they were getting ready. They are suchwonderful words; Mogridilabbo, Mogridilabbis, Mogridilab-bit! What do they mean, Gran V''That is just what I asked my great-grandmother,' saidGranny, and she said they were the Fays' conjugation.''What is that ?' asked Motty.'Why, those words,' said Granny, 'which conjugated thelittle boys into rabbits.''We did not know what to do for old Guta at the end,' saidEddie. 'We wanted you, Gran !''And so we tied your cap and cloak on the great stick,which was Bogaboo's wife before,' said Motty; 'and thenBobby got under it, and made a squeaking voice for old Guta.And when she said, " Boy, come out of rabbit !" we came outof our night-gowns.''I do like these plays,' said Eddie ; 'they are as much fun
84 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.as the stories. How sorry I shall be when the snow isgone!''I hope it won't go yet,' said Bobby. 'Now, Gran, please,you promised to tell us about the Brownie.''Ah! so I did !' said Granny. 'And that is a true storytoo !'' I thought you said they were all true, Gran ?' said Motty,'and that if I were older and knew more, I should be wiser !''So you would !' answered Granny. You should not takeup people's words so, Motty; it is not polite; and if you doit again, I shall be obliged to send you to bed.'So Motty held his peace, and thought what a rude little boyhe was. And Granny said:Well, now, what I mean to say is, that this was a fact,which could not admit of the shadow of a doubt; for the per-son who saw the Brownie with her very own eyes, was thecousin-german, sixteen times removed, of my grandmother'sgreat-aunt's first cousin's wife. So, you see, it was a familything. And on this very threshold she stood.It was a bitter, freezing night; and the cousin-german,whose name was Ella, was sitting over this very hearth, on alow stool, making porridge, or skilly, as some call it. Therewas a great crockful, bubbling over the pine-logs; for she hadfive brothers, woodcutters, who would come in hungry, by-and-bye. And Ella sat stirring it round with a great woodenladle, and listening to the meanings of the wind, as it squeezeditself in through the window-cracks.
STORY ABOUT THE BROWNIE. 85And as she stirred the skilly round and round, she sighedheavily. Poor Ella she was in trouble. To-morrow she andher brothers must leave this dear old cottage, in which theyhad lived all their lives, with its pretty garden and orchard, andbecome poor and homeless wanderers. For the owner of itwas a hard, cruel man, who would not wait till they couldearn the sum they owed him; and that day he had been there,and, with fierce and threatening words, had bid them go.Ella had prayed and entreated, but all in vain, for a littletime. He would not give them one day; and, with a sad andheavy heart she prepared their last meal over the hearth whichshe had loved. She was quite alone; and the dreary, wintrysounds without, the howling wind, and the dismal creaking ofthe dry, leafless branches of the forest trees, added to hergloom. And the thick, dark clouds gathered in the sky, andboded a heavy storm; and Ella, as she watched them, thoughtthey foreshadowed the troubles of her coming life, and shesighed again deeply. But, ah! just at that moment a brightflood of moonlight streamed in through the casement, over thekitchen, and over Ella, too; and she thought to herself, 'Howwrong it is to be so cheerless Why, there is a bright gleamin the darkest night !'And she began to think how she might herself be like thatbright gleam to her brothers in their trouble, and comfortthem by forgetting herself.'Why, what have I been thinking of?' she exclaimed.'There is the porridge burning, while I have been dreaming !Dear me! how late they are to-night! and it is bitter cold
86 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.too. Well, they shall have a good fire for this night at least;and I'11 make it up now.'So saying, Ella lifted the porridge-pot off the hook andstirred up the wood embers; and then, rising from her stool,went to the cellar to fetch a few more logs, that there mightbe a nice blaze for her brothers to warm themselves at whenthey came in.Well: as she came back from the cellar, to her great sur-prise she felt a strong, cold blast of wind blowing round her,and saw that the house-door was open. It had been shut theminute before, when she passed it. Now Ella was at the endof the passage in the dark; but the moonlight shone full uponthe open doorway, and there stood a little woman on thethreshold. Ella saw her quite plainly; and she knew, as shelooked at her, that this was no human being. The little womanwas about two feet high, and clad from head to foot in a flow-ing mantle of dusky brown, which was partly wrapped roundher head like a veil. It was like silky hair, and flutterednoiselessly in the wind. Quite motionless she stood there, asif she had been there always. And Ella did not know whatto do; so she stood still too where she was, by the cellardoor at the end of the passage, and held her breath, for shewas rather frightened.Presently the Brownie moved; yes, she was actually cominginto the house; yes, into this very kitchen. How glad Ellafelt that she was not there And the little woman walked intothe kitchen without making any sound; and, seating herselfon Ella's stool before the fire, lifted up the porridge-pot, and
STORY ABOUT THE BROWNIE. 87put it on the hook again; and then, taking the ladle, she be-gan to stir the skilly round in the pot, just as Ella had beendoing.Well: Ella waited some time at the end of the passage, andat last, gaining more courage, crept quietly to the kitchendoor, and peeped in. There sat the little Brownie, with herback to Ella, stirring away with the ladle, as if she had beendoing nothing else all her life. And presently she stopped,and taking a little bag from the folds of her mantle, she openedit, and took out of it a pinch of some yellow powder, whichshe sprinkled into the porridge.'Well!' thought Ella, 'what a lucky thing that I saw that,now They shall not eat that porridge; no, not a crumb ofof it! What can she do that for?'Then the little woman took the ladle again, and stirredround the porridge three times; and, as she did so, she mur-mured, in a low voice,-'Ogily-bogily !Oh pot of skilly !Do what I willy !'And, rising from her seat, she vanished up the chimney.Ella, the cousin-german, could scarcely believe her eyes;but she saw it, nevertheless.' Why, Ella! what in the world are you standing perishinghere for, this bitter night?' exclaimed her brothers, coming inthat moment.' Come, I'm hungry,' said one of them. 'We're very late.Ah! that's a good little Ella! there's nothing like your hot
88 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.suppers And he seized the porridge-pot, to turn its contentsinto the bowls which stood ready on the table.'Oh!' cried Ella, 'stop, stop! it's bewitched !''Bewitched!' cried her brothers all together; 'it is be-witched, indeed !'And if they did not pour out of that porridge-pot six bowlsfulof the purest liquid gold !'There !' said Granny. 'And that is how this came to beour very own cottage, and garden, and orchard !',rQ
STORY ABOUT THE QUEEN OFTHE KANGAROOS..-'- _.. RAN,' said Motty theS" next night, 'has thatS- little Brownie ever been..~ j -- here since ''Not in my day,' an-"swered Granny.'In anybody's day .'ir .asked Motty. For we.-- think we should be soS frightened if we were tosee her !'--- W \Vhy should you ?' said Granny.' "None of those bogie-people can%'" 7 Ido harm to any one who has a:.: .r conscience, which I hope my- litt: boys have !'' Yes, Gran !' they cried, all three.'There is only one thing, Gran,' said Eddie, 'that you don'tknow of !'89
90 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.' And that is nothing wrong,' said Motty. 'Only our secret!''Have you any secrets from me ?' asked Granny.'Only this one little one, Gran!' said Bobby. 'And youwill know it some day!''Perhaps I know it now !' said Granny.'Oh, that you don't, Gran!' cried Motty. 'Nobody knowsit! only we three.''Ah !' said Granny, do you think you can hide anythingfrom me ?'' This one thing, Gran !' said Motty. 'For you were goneto market when we buried it!''And there was no one in the garden,' said Bobby.'And even if there had been,' said Eddie, 'they could nothave seen us behind that great gooseberry-bush. Could they,Motty ?''No,' said Motty. 'And I am sure no one could haveknown what we did there!''Now, Motty,' said Bobby, 'don't go on talking, or we shallget no story. Please, Gran, will you begin 1''Well,' said Granny, 'let me see. Did I ever tell you thestory about the Queen of the Kangaroos ?''No, never, Gran !' cried the three little boys. 'We shouldlike to hear that !'So Granny began--Well then: there was once a poor peasant, who had onelittle daughter. She was very handsome, and she knew it too;and she was as vain as she could be. And she used to go
THE QUEEN OF THE KANGAROOS. 91and sit by the river-side and look at her face in the water.As to work, she never did any; for she said to herself,-'I am much too pretty to drudge. That is very well forpeople who are ugly and common; but as for me, I am onlyfit to be a king's wife.'Well, Kary, for that was her name, was her father's darling,for all she was so idle, and he spoilt her because she was abeauty. But her mother, who was wiser, used to shake herhead and say, 'Oh Kary, Kary! you will come to grief!'But Kary thought that could never be, and so she still sat bythe water-side, and admired herself. She was quite sure thatthe first king who came that way would ask her to be hiswife. And every day she sat there waiting for a king tocome.One day when she was on the river's bank as usual, sheheard footsteps behind her, and she turned quickly to seewho it could be, for it was a lonely place, and her heart beathigh, as she thought that it mig/zt be a king. But no it wasnothing at all but a decrepit old woman, in a hooded cloak,who was hobbling along with a fagot on her back. Andas she passed close by where Kary sat, the cord with which itwas bound gave way, and the sticks fell all down about thebank.'There's a good little maid,' said the old woman to Kary,'help me to pick up these, will you ?''I!' said Kary, quite astonished. 'I never touch thosesort of things I am going to be a king's wife !''Indeed !' said the old woman.
92 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.'Yes,' answered Kary. 'I shall be the wife of the firstking who comes this way.''Well-a-day!' said the old woman. 'And what do youmean to wear at the wedding ?''White, of course,' said Kary. 'White fur. That is whatqueens wear.''Well now, to think of that!' said the old woman. 'Soyou won't help me with my sticks ?'' How can I ?' said Kary. 'I wonder how you can thinkof asking me !''Because I see you have two hands,' answered the oldwoman. What are they for?''To look at,' said Kary, and she held them up. 'See howwhite and slim they are !''I see !' said the old woman. 'And are your feet of thesame use ''Well, yes,' said Kary. 'And to dance with. Won't theylook well in white velvet slippers !''Very well!' answered the old woman. 'And now, whatwould you say to me if I were to make you a present of yourwedding-dress Then you would be ready for the first kingwho came by!'' Can you cried Kary, surprised. 'I should be very muchobliged to you! And I will remember you when I am aqueen.''For,' thought she, 'if I were well dressed, I should lookhandsomer than ever !'' Agreed !' said the old woman. 'You will not forget me!'
THE QUEEN OF THE KANGAROOS. 93And picking up one of her sticks, she struck Kary with it,and cried,-'Hands and feet that no work will do,May as well belong to a Kangaroo !And all day long thou shalt look at them, too!'And Kary, to her great dismay, immediately became a whitekangaroo At the same moment the old woman's hoodedcloak fell off, and Kary saw a beautiful fairy standing beforeher, who said, smiling, 'Cheer up, Kary! thou yet mayst bea king's wife !' and then disappeared, leaving Kary in greatgrief; for it was such a shock, to be suddenly changed into akangaroo, the most ridiculous of all creatures !'Every one who sees me will laugh at me !' said she toherself; and she felt so much ashamed of her appearance,that she leapt away from the river side as fast as she could, tohide herself in the wood, and at every leap she made, she feltmore and more vexed and ashamed, for there were her littlefore paws, so white and slim, hanging up in the air, just underher eyes, and do what she would, she could not put themdown! And there were her long hind paws, in their whitevelvet slippers, sticking out too just under her eyes. Shecould not endure the sight !'If I could only walk sensibly, like any other quadruped,'said she, it would be bearable, but to go tippering in thisabsurd way with these silly little paws hanging out in the air,it is enough to make one frantic! What king will ever makeme his wife, now ?'And as she fled away through the fields to the woods, the
94 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.cows all stopped eating to stare at her, and she was certainshe heard them laugh. And when she got into the wood, thelittle birds all tittered, and she knew they were tittering ather! And she was so angry, she could hardly contain her-self. But that did not mend the matter, for she could not doanything else but leap in this ridiculous way, with her littlefore paws up in the air. And the very hares, as they ran pasther, grinned. At length she came to a cave in the woods,and she thought it would be a good place to hide herself in.So she went in there, and lay down in the darkest cornerof it.'And, oh !' said she to herself in bitter grief, 'who wouldhave thought that I should have become the laughing-stockof the whole world !''Serve her right !' cried Motty.'So I think!' said Granny; 'for what is more ridiculousthan vanity ?''Just like a girl, to be vain I' said Motty, the next evening.'How can girls be so silly!''Are boys never vain asked Granny. 'Do you know Ionce saw a little boy standing before a bright brass warming-pan admiring his own curly hair !'Motty got very red when Granny said this. He said nomore about girls being vain.'Please, Gran,' said Eddie, did Kary ever come out of thekangaroo 1'
THE QUEEN OF THE KANGAROOS. 95And Granny answered,-'I suppose that means, Please, Gran, will you go on?''Yes, Gran, it does !' said Eddie, laughing.So Granny said :-Well: we left Kary in the cave, very much ashamed of her-self, and she resolved that she never would come out into thelight again.So, though she was hungry, she waited till the sun had set,and the birds and hares were gone to sleep before she venturedto come out to find herself some food.And how she did hate herself as she went leaping along inthat absurd way As for her little fore paws, hanging therejust under her eyes, she would have bitten them off, if it hadnot been painful to do that, they teased her so There theyhung, seeming to say, 'Look at us see how white and slimwe are !''Well,' said she to herself, 'at least there is no one to seeme now !'But just as she had said it, a great brown owl, who wassitting on a bough overhead, began to hoot, and then anotherbrown owl from an opposite tree hooted in return. AndKary knew that they were mocking at her; and she fled awayas fast as she could out of the wood, and over a great plainbeyond. And she fled on, till she found that she could fleeno further, for she had come to the sea.' I wish,' cried she, oh, I wish that I could go over thesea, to some place where no other creatures live !'
96 GRANNY'S STORY-BOX.And as she sat on the shore in the moonlight, looking atthe sea, and wondering if she could swim over it, she saw alittle raft floating on the waves; and it came nearer and nearertowards her. And she was feeling so wretched, that she didnot much care whether she lived or died;, so, giving a greatleap, when the wave brought the raft near, she leapt on it;and when the tide turned she went out to sea.All night long Kary rode upon the waves, on her raft; buteven there she had no peace; for the gulls would come andlook at her, in the moonlight; and they flew in her face, andmade fun of her, shrieking with laughter at her little fore-paws And as she passed the ships, she heard the sailors say,'Look at mother Kary!' And she knew they were laughingat her. Even the sharks put their heads up out of the water,and made faces at her. And she was obliged to sit still andbear it.At last, when the morning dawned, to her great joy shesaw land. It was a wild-looking island, at a little distance.And the waves carried the raft upon the beach; and Karysprang off it, and leapt away among the trees. She saw noliving thing, not even a bird, to smile at her, which was agreat comfort. So she made a good breakfast, and then laydown to sleep in a little bushy copse, for she was very tired.She slept soundly; and when she awoke, to her astonish-ment, there were about a thousand brown kangaroos sittinground, in silence, looking at her. So she sat up in silence,and looked at them. And they all cried with one voice, bow-ing to her-