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Granny's story box

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Granny's story box
Creator:
Spen, Kay, d. 1887
Lucas, Marie Seymour ( Illustrator )
Griffith, Farran, Okeden & Welsh ( Publisher )
Turnbull & Spears ( Publisher )
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London
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Griffith Farran Okeden & Welsh
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85, [3] p., [15] leaves of plates : ill. (some col.) ; 26 cm.

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Children's stories ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1889 ( lcsh )
Fantasy literature -- 1889 ( rbgenr )
Publishers' catalogues -- 1889 ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1889
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Children's stories ( lcsh )
Fantasy literature ( rbgenr )
Publishers' catalogues ( rbgenr )
novel ( marcgt )
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England -- London
Scotland -- Edinburgh
Gemany
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juvenile ( marctarget )

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Date of publication from inscription.
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Errata lists author as Patty Caroline Sellon = Kay Spen.
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"Printed in Germany"--cover.
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Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
Statement of Responsibility:
illustrated by Marie Seymour Lucas.

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CONTENTS.

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THE ORANGE WITCH.
STORY ABOUT FREEZIG.
STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS.

, STORY ABOUT THE BROWNIE. ; &

STORY ABOUT THE ones OF THE KANGAROOS.
STORY OF NOBODY.

STORY ABOUT FAIRY EMY’S FEAST.

THE LAST STORY.



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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLOUR

GRANNY SAID, SMILING, “WHAT DOES ALL
THIS MEAN ?”












~~ “MARY ON DOOR STEP.
SNOWIG IN HER CHARIOT.
EIN BREAKING IN THE PANEL.
EDDIE ON THE HOB.

THE TWELVE LITTLE BOYS CHANGED INTO
WHITE RABBITS.

EDDIE, MOTTY, AND BOBBY PLAYING RABBITS.
ELLA MAKING PORRIDGE.

KATTY BY THE RIVER SIDE.

KATTY AND THE OLD WOMAN.

MOTTY ADMIRING HIMSELF IN THE WARM-
ING PAN.

KARY SWEEPING THE KITCHEN.
2 MOTTY’S DREAM OF THE BROWNIE.
BONNIE MAY.

HOWIE AND THE PIG.

AND ONE HUNDRED BLACK AND WHITE IN THE TEXT.







Granny's Story=Bor.

NCE upon a time there were three little
brothers, whose names were Bobby, Motty,
and Eddie. They lived together in a poor
cottage with their old grandmother, whom

they dearly loved. She was a good Granny to them,

and took great care of them. She
taught them to spell and to read, and
to dig and to weed ; and, in the winter
evenings, when the snow lay thick and
deep. round their cottage for weeks
together (for they lived in a very cold
country), they used to sit
round the fire and knit,
while their Granny told
them stories. How they

did like that, to be sure!

They were never tired of

listening to her ; and when

she said it was bedtime,
they could not believe it.

Oh, she had such wonder-

ful stories, this dear old

Granny! She knew the

history of all the Fairies

and Elfins that ever were.

a Sse s fore “How I wish the snow

would come!” said Motty,

one winter’s day, when they
were all playing together
in the garden.

“So do I,” answered Bobby,
“with all my heart. I like it
when the door is snowed up, and
we cant get out. It is such
fun!”
= - “And then come the funny
stories, too,’ said Eddie “I
wonder how many hundred stories our Gran
knows. She tells us new ones every winter.
Oh, I wish it would snow to-morrow!”

“Gran says,” said Bobby, ‘that the old Blue

Witch who rides upon the north wind, brings the snow. She shakes it out of

her feather-bed, when she is in a rage!”

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2 GRANNY S STOR YV-BOX.

“Ts that true?” asked Motty. “What makes her in a rage?”

“Why, the north. wind,” replied Bobby. “It is so rough, and blusters, and
flusters, and blows her curls about, and makes her nose red; and then she gets
angry, and snows,’

“Well, our Gran zs very wise,” said Motty. “Who would have known that
but her?”

“No one,” answered Bobby. “She knows everything!”

“Does she know when it will snow?” asked
Eddie. “I wish we 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 first thing they
saw was the white snow, which
lay thick on the branches of the
fir-tree that peeped in at their
window, and all. over the
~ ground!
“The old witch was in a_
rage last night,” said Motty, in
a low voice, as they were dress-
ing. “Do you think she heard
us?”
“T don’t know,” answered Bobby.
“And f don’t care,” said Eddie ;
“for we shall have Gran and stories
to-night.”
And so, when it began to grow dusk in
the evening, and supper was done, and the
kitchen put in apple-pie order by the little boys,
and Granny’s great arm-chair had been carried
by all three together to the chimney-corner, and
three little stools set round it,,Granny said smiling, “ What does all this mean ?”
“Now, Gran, you know quite well!” they answered. And they. 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 Granny sat down in
her arm- -chair, and stirred up the logs on the hearth with a long stick, which
was her poker, and made a bright blaze. Then she lit a pine torch for a candle,
and stuck it in a hole on the “hob ; and the three boys took.their knitting out
of the basket, and Granny took hers: and she said, “ Well!”
And they answered, “Well, Gran!”
So she began.—















THE ORANGE WITCH.

ELL: now, did you ever hear of a house
made of oranges? Well, there was one

once; and it stood in the middle of a thick
wood. it belonged to a cruel old witch, who lived,
not upon oranges, but upon little children, Seed
And she was so cunning, this old witch !
She built her house of oranges, on pur-
pose to entice the little children to
come to it. Then, if they pulled
out one of the oranges, the whole
house came pelting down upon
them, and stoned them to death:
that made their flesh tender for
cooking: and the old witch boiled
and ate them with great delight.
Now, wasn’t that cruel? But do
you know, I think it served greedy
little thieves right.

Well: there was a village near this
wood, and in this village lived a poor old
man, who had two children. One was a
little girl—her name was Minny,—and the
other was a little boy, whose name was Dot.
And Dot and Minny were always together ;
they loved one another so much. And they took
. care together of their father, who was very old.
They lit his fire, and made his bed, and swept the
room, and put it tidy ; and did all they could think
of to help him, and make him comfortable. But, at last, the old man grew

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4 GRANNY’'S STOR Y-BOX.

so feeble that he could not leave his bed; and one night he called Dot and
Minny to him, and said, “My dear children, I am going to die, and you will be

‘left to take care of yourselves. I give you one charge: let nothing ever tempt
you to go into the great wood. There lives a cruel witch in it, who devours
little children. Let nothing ever tempt you to go into the great wood. Now
kiss me, my children.” And Dot and Minny leaped up on the bed,-and kissed
their father, and cried; and in the morning, when they woke, he was gone.

So they lived together, Dot and Minny, and loved each other more than ever.
But they were very poor, and often very hungry. They hardly knew how
to get food from day to day. Sometimes the neighbours gave them food ; some
times Dot and Minny: went out and gathered wild fruits, and made a store which
lasted them for sometime; sometimes they earned a little by weeding for the
farmers; but when the winter came they almost ‘starved. _ One cold day they
had nothing at all to’: eat. Poor little things! they sat on the doorstep and
cried. Three boys. passed by ; they said to Dot and Minny, “ What ails you?”
And Dot answered, ‘?We are very hungry!”

“Oh, come with: : hen,” replied the boys. “We are going to get oranges
in the wood.”

“Oranges!” exc med Dot and Minny with one voice.

“Yes, oranges;‘there is a heap of oranges, they say, in the middle of the
wood, as big as a ‘House. Come, and you won't be hungry,” said the boys.

“Father said there: was a cruel old witch in the wood who would eat™us,” said
Minny. ‘He warned us not to go there.”

“Stuff! an old.ivitch, indeed!” answered the boys, and they need ¢ ' And
one of them said, “I’saw the oranges with my own eyes last night—suich a pile!
but I was afraid stay to get them then, it was ‘So dark. Now we7are all









em?” asked Minny. “ Are they anybody’s?” —

The boys laughed, and answered, “May we? We are not going to -ask the
wood’s leave! they are nobody's. 2 me

“Then they are not yours, ” said ee ao “T shan’t go. Youswon’t
go, Dot 2” Be

But Dot said nothing. Poor boy ! .it “was ‘a hard trial for hi He could
not bear to see Minny hungry and pale. oy

“Come; Dot,” said the boys. “ Minny is afraid: to: go You
need not be away half-an-hour. He will come back’ with" , Minny.”

“Oh, Dot, don’t go! ! iM cried Minny. “I wetld rather:die of hunger thaii that
you should do wrong.” *

“Wrong !” exclaimed the boys, “you goose! Don’t listen to her, Dot. You
wouldn't let her starve like a coward, would you?”

And Dot. said, “I shall go and see, Minny. There can’ be no harm in that.
And if I see the witch I shall run back to you with Se ny sight I am only
going to see.’

“That’s right, Dot,” said the naughty boys. “ Show your spirit |”

“'Tis an evil spirit,” said Minny, “if it makes you do wrong. Dot, will you
leave me all. alone?” ° By

“Come, Dot,” said the boys. “Why, you would have been back by this
time!”

“T shall soon be back, dear Minny,” said Dot, kissing her; and he ran off
with the three boys, while Minny sat again on the door-step, and cried.








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GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 5

“Now,” said Granny, “tis bed-time.”

“Oh, Gran!” cried Bobby, and ;Motty, and Eddie, “that’s wast what you
always do when the story gets
to the part we want most to
hear! Just we go to bed
this very minute?”

.€And Gran said, “Yes, my
darlings!”

So they jumped up like
good boys, without another
word, and put their knitting
in the basket and their stools
against the wall, and kissed
Granny, and said, “A happy
night to you, Gran.”

And then they scrambled
up-stairs to see who could be
in bed first, that the morning might come‘all the sooner



_ How quickly the little boys ran the next evening to drag Granny's arm-chair
into its place by the hearth! and the stools, and the great basket too! But it
was Granny's washing day,
and they had to wait a little
for her. So they sat on their
stools, and talked.

And Bobby said, “I wonder
if. the old witch ate Dot! I
hope not.”

“Well,” said Motty, “he
oughtn’t to have gone I
hope she ad eat those other
naughty boys.”

And:Eddie said, “I daresay
she made them into a pie.”

They all laughed; and
Motty said, “What is a witch
like, I wonder?”

“Ves, I wonder,’ said
Bobby. “Let’s ask Gran ;
here she comes. 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 many kinds of
witches. Some are big, very big, as big as a hayrick; and some are little, no





6 GRANNY’S STORY-BOX.

taller than my hand. Some are red, and some are green, and some are yellow.
Some have one eye in the middle of their faces, and some have snakes for their
hair. Some have long nails, like tigers’ claws, and some dart flames out of their |
mouths. But there is one mark by which you may always know a witch; all witches
have hooked noses and chins, which just meet, and make them 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 : where Minny sat on the step and cried.” Well:

So Dot and the three boys ran all together into the wood : and they ran till they
came in sight of the orange-house, Then they stopped for a minute to take breath.

‘“There’s a pile for you!” said one of the boys. “ Didn’t I say so?”

“Tt zs a pile!” said another. “I never saw such a thing in my 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, lest we should be caught. We may never have such a feast again.”

The old witch heard all they said. How pleased she was to see four jolly
little boys falling into her trap!

“ Ah, ah!” she muttered to herself, “a feast indeed! I-shall have boiled meat
to-morrow, and roast meat the next day, and bubble-and-squeak the third. A
feast indeed!”

She was sitting inside her orange-house like a spider in his web, peeping
through the chinks, with her one
eye, at the little boys. Now her one
eye was red, like fire; and it shone
very fiercely and brightly: and Dot,
who had been all this time looking
earnestly at the wonderful pile of
oranges, suddenly saw something
sparkling and gleaming among
them.

“Look!” he said, in a low voice, as
he pointed to it. “ What is that?”

But when the old witch heard
this, she shut up her eye directly.

“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!” answered Dot. “It moved!”
“Nonsense!” they replied, laughing. “There’s nothing. What are you afraid
of? Why, you are as great a coward as Minny, after all! Come on, you

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goose!” And they proceeded towards the orange-house.

But Dot hung back, saying, “I saw it move! I’m afraid!” And he thought
of what his father had said about the witch in the wood; and he trembled
greatly. He did not know what to do: he was afraid to stay behind alone, and
afraid to venture near the cause of his alarm. So he followed the three boys at



GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 7

a little distance; and when they drew close to the orange-house, he stayed
behind some bushes, to see what would happen.

The biggest boy advanced boldly and seized an orange in each hand, and
the others did the same. In an instant the whole 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 were bruised and
broken in every limb.

Then, O horror!
the most hideous old
witch you ever be-
held, with a fiery eye
as big as a pumpkin,
and a nose like an
elephant’s tusk,
sprung out of the
midst, with four
great meat-hooks in
‘her hand. She stuck
one into each of the
little boys; and then,
looking about her,
muttered, “I thought
I saw four of them!”

How Dot did
tremble and quake,
to be sure! He was
too frightened . to
move. He thought
the old witch would
fly after him and
seize him if he tried
to run away. He
could just see her
through the bushes ;

_but luckily, she did
not see him: so,
stamping with her
foot on the ground,
the earth opened,
and she went down
into it, dragging the three boys on the hooks after her: for you must know, that
the witch’s kitchen was under ground. Then the earth closed again; and, to
Dot’s great surprise, the oranges, which were scattered all about, began to move,
‘and to be very busy. Dot thought this was rather funny, and he watched to
see. what they were going to do. And what do you think they did? Why,
they built up the orange-house of themselves, just as it was before. For, you
see, these oranges were not common oranges: they were bewitched.

Then Dot saw how it all was: and he thought to himself, “What an escape
I have had indeed! How could I have been so naughty! Minny said true
enough when she said it was an evd/ spirit that tempted me to go! Poor Minny!
and I left her alone to cry! I must make haste back to her to comfort her.”





8 GRANNY’S STORV-BOX.

So Dot began to run, as fast'as he could, away from the horrible orange-house.
But he did not know the way,—for he 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 his way 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 it became so dark that he could not even see any path; and the thick bushes
seemed to him like monsters all around, stretching out their arms to clutch him.
He sat down under a great pine-tree and cried for very fear. “O Minny!” he
exclaimed, “my Minny! J shall never see thee more! Oh, how could I ever
be so foolish!”



There he sat and cried in the darkness... At length the Moon came out from
behind the black clouds, and shone down upon the wood, and through the
branches of the pine-tree, and upon the tear-drops on Dot’s cheeks: and he
looked up, 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 at him. And the longer he looked, the more sure
he was that it was looking and smiling at zm. And then it nodded at him,—
yes, it certainly did! So he spoke to it, and said, “O good Moon!”

And the face answered, smiling kindly, “Well! ”

“Will you help me?” said Dot.



GRANNY’S STORY-BOX. 9

“Yes, I will,” answered the kind face; “but you must give me something if I do!”

“T will give you anything I have,” said Dot; “but I have so few 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.”

“T have nothing worth giving to any one,” said Dot, sorrowfully. “Iam poor.”

“Yes, you have something I want,” replied the face. “I have often looked
at it through your cottage window at night; and I want it.
Promise me, and I will bring you safe back home.”

“O yes, yes!” cried Dot, “you shall have it, whatever
itis!” 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 me, and go where I point!” Anda long finger, like a
cow’s horn, came out of the Moon and pointed ; and Dot
followed -the 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 said
good-bye. And Dot found himself just out of the wood, and
soon came in sight of his own cottage. How glad he was!

Minny was not sitting on the door-step, however.

“ She is in bed, and asleep, I dare say,” said Dot to him-
self. He peeped in at the window. There hung the brass
warming-pan, shining as brightly as ever. :

He opened the door, and sprang forward to kiss his darling
Minny. “Minny! I’m comeback!” But Minny was gone!

“ And you must go,’ said Granny to her three boys.

“ Oh, Gran! Oh, a little bit more, Gran! We shan’t be
‘able to sleep for wondering what has'become of Minny,”
they cried. .

“Perhaps the oon will tell you, when you are in bed ees
if you go like good boys,” answered Granny, kissing them. And away they ran.







10 GRANNY’S STORY-BOX. :

“Well,” said Granny, as she seated herself in her arm-chair, the next evening,
with her boys round her, “did the moon tell you where Minny was ?”

“Oh, Gran, no!” cried Bobby. “We lay awake such a long time looking at it ;
but no face came init to speak tous.”

“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 Aer that the face in the Moon wanted ?”

“Well, Motty,” answered Gran, “ that was not a bad guess.” Well, then—

You must know that when Dot left Minny crying on the door-step, it was
about mid-day. Poor little
thing! she thought her heart
would break when she saw Dot
go. She dared not follow him:
not because she was afraid to
go into the wood, but because
she was afraid to do wrong.

She sat there, looking in the
way that Dot went, and hoping
that he would come back. But
when an hour passed, and then
another, and another, and no
Dot came, she was alarmed,
and her tears fell very fast.
“Oh, Dot, Dot!” she cried,
“come back! come back to
Minny!” But Dot did not
hear her. Hewas far away in
the deep wood. -And it grew
dark, and evening came, but
no Dot. Still Minny sat on
the door-step, hoping he would
come. She could not go in
and sleep till he was safe back.
And the night crept on. .

She had had no food all day;
and now she was very hungry,
and very faint, and spent with
crying, Her head grew giddy, and she could not sit up any longer. All her
strength seemed gone: she sank down from where she was sitting, and lay on
the ground, with her head on the door-step. She thought she was dying. At
last all sense and power of thought forsook her, and she fainted away.

At that very moment the kind face of the Moon peeped out from the dark
clouds, just above where Minny lay, and looked down on her in pity. It had
often looked down upon, and loved her innocent face, as she lay sleeping on her
little bed within the cottage. And now it sent down a bright 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. There the gentle moon-beams shone













GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. Il

on her, and sweet airs fanned her; and she awoke from her faint, and wondered
where she could be. “Dot!” she exclaimed, “where are you? am I dreaming?”

Then the. moon-beams brought her-food in vessels of: light; and she ate and
was refreshed. And she rose up and wandered over the palace, and through
the beautiful gardens round 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 the cottage and the wood were gone.

And there she lived, among the flowers and the birds, and the kind soft
moon-beams. Her pretty star was
full of lovely things,—such things as
she had never seen before,—and the
gentle moon-beams played around
her, and waited on her. She wanted
for nothing. She was never hungry
or cold now.

But she mourned for Dot: she
could not forget him. She thought
he must have fallen into the hands _ ,7
of the cruel witch, and she often wept “
for him, 4

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 with
me? I love you, little Minny!”

And Minny answered, “O Dot,
Dot! let me go to Dot!”

Then the kind face said, “When
Dot is good he shall come up to
thee!” |

And what was Dot doing all this
time?. Poor boy! when he found that Minny was gone he was miserable
indeed. He sought her everywhere; but no one had seen her. Then he said,
“Tt is a just punishment to me. How could I leave her! Oh, my Minny!”
And he shut himself up in the cottage and lived there all alone, mourning for
his fault. And every night the kind face in the Moon looked down at him
when he slept: and at length, when it saw how sorry he was, one-night it sent
down the gentle moon-beam to carry him up softly in his ‘sleep to Minny’s
star. And when he awoke he was clasped in Minny’s arms!



“ 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 good night, my darlings!”









OW, Gran,”

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teeth chatter.”
“Oh, tell us about Freezig!”
running in with a great armful

said Bobby, the ne
and bring us out anew story.

answered Granny, “I never ‘dounted” Bas,

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your ‘story-box ?. It:mus: be
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“An!” replied ‘Gaaay a
secret! Never mind where tory-
said

Eddie, “if she-tells us wi
Sem smiled and._at



“Did Ii never tell you i abbut 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 is a story to: make one’s

cried Motty and Eddie. And Bobby came
of logs, which he threw on the hearth ;.and









‘ GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 13

the bright flame blazed and crackled up the chimney, while the little boys drew
their stools 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’t say; no
one recollects it. But
it was so. And people
lived all the year
round in the bright
warm sunshine, and
there was no such
thing known as a fire
in those days. They
cooked their food in
the sun.

Well, you must
know that at that
time there was war
between the Elfins
and the Goblins.
Now, the Elfins were
the good spirits of
the earth, and the
Goblins the evil ones.
The Goblins were cruel, and spiteful, and mischievous, and did all the harm they
could to mankind. While the Elfins were gentle and kind, and always ready
to help and do good to men.

The King of the Goblins was called the Great Kobold. Oh, he was such a
monster as you never beheld! He had no legs: his body was like a great huge
ball, as big as this room; and instead of walking, as people do, he rolled.
He had also a pair of wings, and he could fly. It was a funny sight, as you
may think, to see him fly!

Then his head—that was an astonishing thing! It was just like a porcupine,
all over long black spikes, except in one ‘spot, where he had a hole for a mouth.
As to a nose, Goblins don’t have noses, ever. His eyes were about a thousand
in number, one at the tip of each spike, and he could see a mile with each.
His arms were long and shiny, like snakes, with pincers at the end, instead of
fingers. And what do you think he used them for? To pick out little children’s
-eyes! There was nothing the Great Kobold liked so weil as a dish of pickled
eyes. Ah! you may well turn pale. It was very horrible, wasn’t it? But the
Great Kobold cannot do such things now: he was punished for it at last.

Well: the Great Kobold took for his wife the Red Witch of Mount Cotopaxi.
She was a fire-witch, and darted flames out of her mouth and eyes when she
was angry. And they had one son, whom she called Freezig. He was nota
much greater 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.







14 GRANNY S STOR Y-BOX.,

They thought him the most lovely creature that ever was seen, for there had

-never been such a thing before as a white Goblin. And as he was an only son,

they spoilt him dreadfully, and let him do whatever he liked; so that Freezig
grew up to be the most evil and wicked of all the Goblins. Oh, he was so
spiteful, this Freezig! even the other Goblins hated him; for he tormented
everything he came near,—it was his delight,—and when he could find nothing
else to torment, he tormented the young Goblins of his father’s court, pulling
out their spikes,.and pinching them with his pincers, whenever he pleased ;

while his father and mother laughed, and said that their. Freezig was such a
lively Goblin !

And now I must.tell you about thé Elfin King. He 3 was very unlike the
Great Kobold. He was small and taper, and covered with, golden scales... He
had one leg, on which he hopped ; and silvery wings, on whith he flew, as swiftly
as a little humming-bird. He lived chiefly among#the winds, and‘ falling i in love
with the Blue Witch, who rides on:the north wind, he madey her, his queen:
But he did not know then what a tempestuous temper she had, or-I- believe he
would have thought twice about it. ‘She was nearly as’ passionate as the Red
Witch:.of Mont Gotopaxi; and
whenever these .two-w tches met,
they ‘quarrelled so. vidlently.t that
at produced a hurricane. _,
_ Now, the Elfin king ha
ost beautiful little da
~-She had, golden; shairrdownt és,
3 wiles were # like
sthe® flowers : -of Spring. She was

his heart's. delight.. He tookthe
most ‘tender care ,of det, and
could tages bear herwto be out
of his sight fora. moment. She
was very tiny é 0 _tinty,, that she
could ‘sit ,.on. hi Shand,: and he
gave her alittle? chariot of a
single pearl, which was drawn by
twelve butterflies. And he called
her Snowig.. :

How he did love her, to be
sure! and she him !- What she
liked best of all was to sit upon
_one of his. witiés when he went
yas so pleasant,

Pp, up, ever so

high,:.and seeing all the beautiful

' things-that.are,to be seen; among

the stars, and the sunset clouds; and then to sit upon, the rainbow, and come
gliding down on it to the earth again. Oh, that was most delightful !

But, alas! one unlucky day, when the Elfin king was gliding down the rain-
bow with Snowig on his wing, the Goblin Freezig 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 playing near; for Freezig liked pickled eyes as much as his























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GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 15

father did. But when he caught sight of Snowig, and her golden hair shining
in the sun, he forgot the 5 aE pickled eyes and
everything else. As soon C as she was out of
sight, he flew home to his mother,














the Red Witch, and cried:
“Mother! I ~ have seen the

most lovely thing | that

ever was! a little tiny

creature,
hair
feetand

oe

with golden
down to her
her smiles
were like
the flowers
‘of Spring.

at 2
nae



% Lage te
RS ect eerie

I must have her for my own!”

“My son,” sn answered the Red
Witch, “you do not know what you ask. It is Snowig, the daughter of the
Elfin king.”

“And I am Freezig, the son of the Great
Kobold,” he cried, in a passion ; “and I shall
have what I please! I must have Snowig ;
1 well have Snowig’;
get her forme!”

“Well, well, there,
be quiet,” answered
his mother, “there’s
a 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

hope not!”
“Ah!” said
Granny, “go to

bed!”



16 a GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX.

“Now,” said Granny the next evening, “1 know you are all agog to hear what
happened to Snowig, so I will go straight on.” :

Well: so Freezig went eye-hunting again, as I said; but he could think of
nothing but the lovely little daughter of the Elfin king. Not that he loved
her; no, not a bit! He loved nothing; he could not love, for he had no heart.
But he wanted her for a plaything, because she was so pretty, and to have
her for his own, to tease and torment her. And he could not rest, he coveted
her so. And when he had amused himself enough with eye-hunting, he took the
eyés home to his mother, who pickled them.

Then he said, “ Mother, when shall I have Snowig ?”

“T. don’t know,” said the Red Witch, as she stirred up
the vinegar. “It will be a hard matter to get
her, my dear Free- zig. She is hardly ever out
of her father’s sight ; and her mother, the Blue
Witch of the north wind, is my _ greatest























enemy.”
“I don’t care,” answered Freezig.
“T must and will have her!’
And the Red Witch replied,

“The only
any chance
when she
alone. But
only when.
mother are
wait till
“ Oh, I
wait, I can’t
‘zig, rolling
“T won't eat,

time when therewill be
of seizing her will be
goes out in her chariot
that is very seldom—
her father and
away. You must
then.”
can’t wait, I can’t
wait,” cried Free-
about ina rage.
I won’t drink,

till you get me Snowig!” and he took the dish of pickled eyes and threw 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 soon as I can get her.”

“What's all this!” cried the Great Kobold, rolling in. “Ha! pickled eyes!
how good! how good!” and he picked them up one after another with his
pincers, and ate them all. Then Freezig began to cry, because there were none
left for him. Ah, he was thoroughly spoilt, wasn’t he! So at last, when his
mother saw there would be no peace till he had what he wanted, she took him
out riding with her on her fiery dragon, saying that they would go and look
for Snowig.

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GRANNY’S STOR V-BOX. 17

Now, it unfortunately happened, that that very afternoon the Elfin king and
his- queen had been invited to a grand banquet in the Sun, and Snowig was

left behind in the palace. So she went out _ into the palace gar-
dens to see them go, as they went up in their mother-of-pearl char-
iot, attended by vall their oan It was a ~~~ pretty sight, and she


















wishedshe could go 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 silver wand,
and said—

“ Chariot, come !
They’re all from home,
And I will roam :
O pretty chariot, come !”

And her chariot came to her directly, drawn
by the twelve butterflies, all harnessed in gold.

For this little silver wand was a fairy
wand, that her father had given her, with
which she could call anything to come to

her, and it came.
So she said to the
butterflies, “ Take me
‘up to that pretty little
white cloud.” And
they flew away up in the air, and bore her to the white cloud, where she
amused herself with watching the other clouds, as they chased one another down
the sky, and ran races.

But before she had been there long, she saw something very odd-looking
appear in the air, coming towards her. “Tt was not a cloud: she could not think
what it was: It was very bright, fiery red, and green, and yellow, and white: and
she looked and wondered, till it came near. Then she saw the Red Witch on
her dragon, and Freezig, with his thousand eyes, 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 hear her scream. Go
to her, Freezig, and gently ask her to come with you.”

So Freezig spread his wings, and flew to the little cloud on which Snowig sat.

She did not know what this strange creature was which stood before her, but
she thought he was very ugly. So she said, “ Who are you?”

“T am Freezig,” said the Goblin, looking as pleasant as he could.

“T don’t like you, then,” replied Snowig. “Go, Freezig!” And she waved
her silver wand. But it had no power over Freezig.

“T shan’t go,” he answered. “TI shall stay here as long as I please.”

“What do you want?” asked Snowig.

“T want you, pretty Snowig,” he replied.

“Me!” cried Snowig. “Get away, you ugly Freezig! I don’t like you
at all!”

B



18 ; GRANNY’S STORY-BOX.

“Don’t you?” said Freezig. “Dll make you likeme! Say that you like me,
instantly, or I will pluck out every one of your golden hairs !”

“Oh! oh!” cried Snowig. “I like you!.but oh, oh! get away!” i

“Yes, I will get away,” he replied; “but you shall come with me. Come with
-me directly, or I will pinch out your eyes!”

“Oh! oh!” cried Snowig, terrified. “I can’t come with you! Leave me, you
wicked Freezig!”

Then Freezig, in a rage, seized Snowig by her golden hair in his pincers, and
said, “ Can’t. you, indeed!” And spreading his wings, he flew back with her
to where his mother was waiting for him.

Snowig screamed and str ugeled with all her might and main, but Freezig held



her tight: and the fiery dragon flew away with all three to the palace of the
Great Kobold.

“ Now,” said Granny ; but the little boys all cried out,

“Q Gran, that is too hard! This one night let us stay up till the end! and
it is New Year's night, too!” . '

“Well,” said granny, “I'll tell you what—as you always do go at once to
bed when I tell you, like good boys, I will give you a treat, this one night, and
you shall stay up till the end.”

“O good, dear, kind Gran!” they exclaimed, ‘ita dine up and kissing her.
“That zs jolly!”

“Perhaps I know of something more jolly still!” said Granny, rising, ‘and
going to the cupboard. And what should you 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, stories or apples!”

And Granny went on—



GRANNY'S STORY-BOX. 19

Well: the banquet in the Sun was over, and the guests returned home; and

the Elfin king and his train among the rest. Now, it happened that on their

2 way they passed close by that very little cloud

from which Freezig had carried Snowig.

And there her chariot still was: for

Freezig nad forgotten that in his
anxiety to seize her.

“Why, what is this?” cried
the Elfin king. “My
Snowig’s chariot!

Where can she be?”
“Where, —in-
deed!” said the

Blue Witch in

alarm. “She must

have. come here
in it, but she
could not go away without it. 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 his palace, to see if she were there.
Alas! it was too true! Snowig was nowhere tobe found.

The Elfin king immediately sent out his Elfins in every direction to seek
her: and the Blue Witch herself set off on the wings of the wind to hunt for
Snowig.

“Woe, woe!” she cried in fierce anger, “woe be to- him who has stolen
our Snowig! J will punish him! I will pound him 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 peeped
into 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 she recol-
lected her enemy, the Red Witch
of Cotopaxi.

“J dare say she is at the
bottom of it!” she thought.
“and that Goblin Free-
zig!” And away she
flew to the Great Kobold’s
palace.

It was now night: and
the whole palace was Sa . 5
lighted up ; for the Great Kobold was giving a ball. The Blue Witch peeped in at
the windows. There were all the Goblins, as merry as could be, dancing away. In






















20 GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX.

spite of her anger she could zo¢ help laughing: it was such a ludicrous sight.
For Goblins, you see, not having feet, don’t dance as we do; but they rol]
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 was beyond anything to see him
dance. For he was so conceited, thinking himself
such a beauty, as he did! and gave himself the
most absurd airs. It was the funniest thing to
see him making a bow, when he asked a lady
Goblin if he might have the honour—ugly thing,
he nearly rolled over—while the Great Kobold and
the Red Witch looked on, and said there never
was such an elegant Goblin as their Freezig |

But the Blue Witch looked in vain for Snowig ;
she could not see her, and began to think that
perhaps she was not there, after all. But just as
she was about to fly away again, she heard Free-

atthe -

























zig say—
“When we go to supper I will show you
something wonderful!” So she waited a little

longer, to see if this something wonderful
could be Snowig.

Presently the Goblins all went to
supper. There were all the 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 the table was a
big Pie. Nobody but the Red
Witch and Freezig knew what was
in that.

Well: so the Goblins feasted
merrily a long time; and at last
the Pie!” And the Red Witch
the Pie ! yes, now for the Pie!” a

Then Freezig took a large knife, and cut open the Pie; and, stand-
ing upright in it, was Snowig, baked alive!

When the Blue Witch beheld this sight, her rage knew no bounds. She
took a thunderbolt in one hand, and forked lightning in the other, and fly-
ing into the midst of the feasting Goblins, hurled the thunderbolt at the
Great Kobold, and pierced the Red Witch through and through with the
lightning, and destroyed them both in an instant. Then turning to Free-
zig, she seized him, and plucked out his wings, and all his spikes, in her
fury: and rolling him before her into the palace yard, she threw him into
a huge mortar which stood there, and pounded him to dust. And the
north wind scattered the fine white dust of cruel Freezig all over the earth





Freezig said, “Now for
laughed, and said, “Ah!



GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 2

that night; and wherever it fell .it chilled the whole air, and killed the
smiling flowers, and the fresh green grass. And the people called it
Frost. ;

And since then, every year, at that time, the shivering ghost of Freezig
wanders over the world, doing penance for his crime. And wherever he
passes, the earth turns pale and freezes.





STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS.

!

[= next evening, when the three little boys were sitting on their stools,
waiting for Granny to come, Bobby said, .

“Well, zow we know how it comes to be so cold!”

“Ves,” said Eddie. “That cruel Freezig! how glad I am he was punished.”

“So am I,” replied Bobby. “But I was sorry for Snowig. I wish she
had not been baked.” yy

“What horrid things Goblins must be, to like such suppers!” said Eddie.
“Motty, what are you doing?”

Motty was very busy with something in his Be: meanwhile. “T am count-
ing my apple-pips,” he said. .“I kept them last night to play with. They are
such funny little things.” , =

“T° wonder,” said Eddie,’

“how they got into the

apples !”

“So do I,” said Motty. “I

was thinking that last night.”

“Gran knows, of course,”

said Bobby. “She will tell us.”

And just then Gran came in.
So they asked her.

“Well,” said Granny,
“Tl tell you the history
of that. It is what few.
people know. My great-
grandmother told it me,
sitting in this very arm-
chair, when I was not

“much bigger than you
are.”

“Had shea story-box,
Gran?” asked Eddie.

“Ah, that she had!”

answered Granny. “A bigg er one than mine. And this was what she told
me about the Apple-pips: a










Once upon a time there was a Count, who lived in an old castle; and he had
twelve sons. And these twelve sons were all so much alike, that it was impos-
sible to know which was which. For they were all the same height, and all
spoke with the same voice. They all had flaxen hair, and blue eyes, and
straight noses, and little peaked chins. The only difference between them was
in their names. And I dare say you would like to know what these were.
Ein, Zwei, Drei, Vier, Fiinf, Sechs, Sieben, Acht, Neun, Zehn, Elf, Zwélf: these
were their twelve names.



GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX., 23

Now these twelve little boys were just like a flock of sheep—wherever one
went, all the others followed. And because Ein was the eldest, he took the
lead; and, being very mischievous, he was always getting into scrapes, and his
eleven brothers with him. And all little boys know that it is easier to get into
scrapes than to get out of them. as Ein and his brothers found.

Well: it hap- Seabees _ pened that the Count was
suddenly called away from his castle
on busi- .4 ness of great import-
ance, and he was obliged
to take with
him all his ser-

vants, ex-
_ cept anold
nurse

called













Guta, whom he lett to take care of his children. She was very aged, quite an old
great-granny; and hobbled about, leaning on a stick. She was almost deaf,
too, and her sight was failing her. Indeed, she found it a hard matter to look
after twelve turbulent boys. For, you see, they liked nothing better than play-
ing her a trick; and so, the first. day the Count was gone, she lost them all.
Nowhere could. she see or hear one of them. All twelve had vanished. How
she did hobble about, 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 the castle, turned upside down, she spied
a little boot sticking out from underneath one of them! And when she came
to look, she found under each tub a little Count. Oh, how greatly displeased
she was!.“.Is this a game for little lords to play at?” said she, shaking her stick
at them. “Now you will all to bed this very moment!” So .she drove them
up-stairs before her, and put them all to bed, and locked the door, and put
the key in her pocket. And she said, nodding to 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 like being put to bed in
the middle of their fun. So as soon as the old woman had locked the door, Ein
hopped out of bed, and all the others followed his example. And they danced
upon the floor, and played at giants with their bolsters. And while they were at
this play, Ein said, “ How I wish we could beat the wall down! Let us all try!”

Now the room in which they were was panelled, and the panels were very old ;



24 GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX.

and, as the little boys battered hard at them, one of the: Panels: gave way;
and ’ fell & at. “
ava“ What is this?” cried Ein.
tai “here is a hole: ete! :
“And steps, tod,.; ins, the.
wall!” said Zwei, lookingin. :
“Let us go down: and:see !”: *
“4 ried ° Ein. “Wha sah

i:












‘Never. mind the dark!”
said» Ein. ““We.can feel the
way. I'll go first.”

So, as Ein: ‘went first, all
the others followed’; and they
scrambled through the hole,
one after another, and went
groping down the: steps, which
wound round and round in the
old castle wall.. Down they
went, pushing, andâ„¢ f
and laughing, and stumbling ;
down still, ‘and lower, ‘and
lower, and lower down
“Where are you,












" Here,” replied zn
you all safe?”

“Ves, all safe,”
“who was the last. »

oo “Where can we

to!” said Fiinf. “We must, be undergfound. S

“So I think,” answered Ein. “We have come down more. ‘than a ‘hundred
steps already. What fun this is!” ea

“Oh, I am afraid!” cried Zehn, one- of the younger ones. éSunpete some
Hobgoblin should pounce upon us !”

= Suppose no such thing!” said Ein boldly. “Here, let us all 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 no end to the steps.

When they had gone down some hundred Ein said, “I think that we must
be coming to the very heart of the earth!’

“ Had we not better go back ?” said Zehn, who did not like the dark.

“Go back! No!” cried Ein. “We won't go back till we come to, the end.
There must be something at the bottom of these wonderful steps.”

“T am tired,” said Zehn. “I cannot go down any more.’

“Let us all sit down a little while on the steps, then,” said Ein. “How
old Guta will wonder*where we are! She can’t follow us here!”

“That is the best part of it,” said Zwei.









GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX.

“ And she thought us so safe, when she locked us in!” said Sieben.

25

“How good that is!” cried Fiinf. “She did not know there was a hole in

the wall!”

“She will be bringing our dinner by-and-
by,” said Elf, “and find no one to eat it!”

“What fun!” cried Fiinf. “And how she
well look under the beds, and: patter with her
stick on the floor!”

They all laughed heartily. But just at that
moment, a most terrible sound was heard, like
the roar of thunder close to them.

“Oh!” cried Zehn, trembling. “What was
that ?”

Even Ein was frightened. Then followed a
deep stillness. The little boys sat squeezing
each other’s hands tight, trembling and silent,
and afraid to move. After a long time Ein
‘whispered—

“We will go up again, I think;” to which
they all agreed. So
Zwolf, who was the last,
turned to go up the steps.
But he found no way.
There was nothing but a
wall. Thesteps were gone—





“Go on, Zwolf!” said Ein im-
patiently.

“T can’t,” replied Zwolf. “There
-are no steps. It is stopped up!”




“Nonsense!” said Ein. “It is .
only that you are frightened. Here, let me go first.”
“Go, if you can!” answered Zwélf. “We are

blocked in.”
_ And, indeed, Ein found it so. A great mass of rock
had fallen in, just above where the little boys sat.
“What shall we do?” they all exclaimed in a
great fright. “We shall die here! O Guta, Guta!”
they cried. “Good Guta! come and take us out!”
Now it was their turn to call, and get no answer.
They called and screamed in vain. Guta could not
hear them. For, indeed, they were far away from
the castle, down in the depths 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
live down there, I am certain. Oh, what shall we

“do!”

“Tt must have been a Goblin that made that dreadful noise,” said Zwolf.

“Oh, what shall we do!”



26 GRANNY’S STORY-BOX.

“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, what shall we do!”

“There is nothing else to be done,” said Ein, “except to sit here and die.
Which is best ?”

None of them knew. At length Ein said: “Well, I will go first, alone, as far.
down as I can go safely, and see what the end of these steps is; and then I will
come back and tell you all. Won’t that ne a good plan?”

ee “QO Ein! and suppose you
are lost; what will become of
us then?” said they. :

“T don’t see that we have
~ much choice anyhow,” said Ein.
“ But since I led the way here,
I will lead the way out or die!”

“OQ Ein, Ein! dear brave
» Ein!” they cried.

“Yes, Ein was a brave boy,
with all his faults; and he
thought more of their danger
than his own, now that there was
real danger.

“Good-bye!” he said. ‘“ Pluck
up heart! I shall not be
long gone!” And he set
off down the dark wind-
ing steps, carefully feeling
his way. His brothers sat
‘still on the steps above,
listening to the sound of
his feet, which, at length,
they could hear no more.























“Now,” said Granny,
“T have come to a good
stop, and you must go,
my darlings.”

How sorry the little boys were!
“Just in that dreadful part!” they
said. “Now, Gran, you do that on
purpose!” ; baat we
“To be sure!” said Gran. “It makes the story all the more inter-

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GRANNY’S STORY-BOX. 27



“Now, Gran,” said Bobby, the next evening, “make haste, please, and tell
us what happened to Ein. [I like Ein; he was so brave!”

“So do I,” said Motty. “TI hope no harm came to him.”

“Don’t you think that mischievous little boys deserve the trouble they make
for themselves?” asked Granny.

“QO please, Gran!” cried Motty, “ mischief is only boys’ fun |”

“That may be,” said Granny, “but you see it is not old women’s fun!
Think of poor old Guta’s distress when’ she found all her little lords gone!
Think of what mine would be if my three boys served me so! It would
go nigh to break my heart.”

« Ah, Gran! you know we could not play you such a trick!” said
Bobby.

“But where: are the apple-pips, Gran!” asked Eddie. “You have not come
to any yet.”

“Oh, they are coming!” replied Granny.
_ And the three little boys smiled eagerly, and drew in their stools diese
round Granny’s chair, that they might listen with all their might. And
Granny went on:

Well; I told you that the castle in which the Count lived was very old.
It was very old indeed; more than a thousand’ -years it had stood there.



28 GRANNY’S STORY-BOX.

No one knew who had built it; but it was believed that it had once been
in possession of’ the’ Goblins, and « that Bogaboo, the- cousin of “the great
Kobold,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, for
‘his dinner.

The twelve brothers had
often heard: old Guta talk of
this: and they thought of it .
now, as they sat on the steps,
in the dark.

Suppose Ein ‘should fall
into the Goblin’s boiler! Oh,
how they did wish they had
' never come.down these horrid
steps !

They sat there, anxiously
listening for Ein’s return. A long time they waited, trembling and silent; but
no Ein came back. At length Zwei said— :

“T 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, discover what has become of
him.”

“QO Zwei!” exelaimed the brothers, “do take care!”

“T will take care!” he answered. “If there is danger, I will come back
at once and tell you. Don’t fear for me!”

And so he set off very cautiously, feeling his way before every step. They
listened till they could hear him no longer, and waited in great anxiety for
his return. But some hours passed, 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. No Drei came back.
Then Vier followed, and then Fiinf; and one after.another, all the rest,.till only
Zehn, Elf, and Zwolf, the three. youngest, were left.

“What shall we do?” said they at last. “Let us go and die all to-
gether.”

So Zehn, Elf, and Zwolf, 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
like a corkscrew.

They had gone down more than a thousand in silence, when pudaenly Zehn,
who was foremost, cried—

“Oh! Oh! I am slipping! Save me!” The next moment Zehn, Elf, and
Zwolf, clinging to one another, fell all together into the Goblin’s boiler.

It was a black slimy pit, and at the bottom of it were many bones. Thete:
lay Ein, Zwei, Drei, and the rest. One after another they had all fallen in.

“So you are come at last!” said Ein. “Oh, oh, I am covered with bruises !”





GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 29

“So am I!” cried each one.

“What is to be done now!” said Zwei. “We are worse off than we were
before! This must be the Goblin’s boiler!”

“ See, look! there is a light!” whispered Zwolf. “What can it be?”

A dreadful sound was heard. The most horrible you can possibly imagine.
It was like the scream of a peacock,
and the growl of a bear, and the cry
of a hyena, and the hissing of a
snake, all put together. It was
the Goblin Bogaboo. He was

coming. ©

He was a brown Gob-
lin ; 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 fiery ser-
pent which
served him for

a candle.
He looked
down into
the pit
“Oho!”
criedhe; “a
fine dish of
potatoes for
my dinner!
-there will
be enough
to fry for
supper af-
terwards !”
and he
roared with
us delight.
~ Thenrollingaway
again they heard
him say, “They
are safe there till
I come back And he went to his
cavern to tell his wife and daughters.
“Oh, how terrible!” cried the
wretched little boys. “Oh, would that we had died at the top of the

steps!”























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30 GRANNY’S STORY-BOX.

How they trembled and wept! It was such a dreadful end, to be mashed
and fried for Goblins to eat ! a

“© Guta, Guta!” they cried, in‘: deep remorse.. “Oh, if we could only ‘get
away from this horrible place we would zever play any more tricks!” ”

Now I must tell you that Bogaboo had twelve little: daughters—the prettiest
little Goblins in the world. They were brown, too, like him; but very small and
elegant ; and they were the pride of his heart. He never could refuse them
anything they asked. And when he entered the cavern they all came spinning
round him, to hear what news he had to tell. _So he told them how he had
found a bushel of little boys in his boiler all ready to be cooked; and bade
them take their buckets and make haste to fill it with water.

_ Away the twelve little Goblins spun,
full of joy, to do his bidding ; and they
soon stood round the boiler with their
twelve little buckets, and peeped down.

And as they peeped down, the little
boys peeped up; and Ein cried,

“QO what dear darling dinky things ;
what ever can they be ?”

e They must be little Fairies come to
help us,” said Zwei.

“So ‘they must!” said Drei. “You
dear little things! will you?”

“How we shall love you if you will!” said Ein. “You shall come and ie
in our castle, and be our little wives!”

Well, the little Goblins looked at one another, and did not know what to say.
They liked mashed potatoes, it is true; but flattery was sweeter still. They
paused before emptying their buckets.

“What nice little boys they are!” whispered one little Goblin to her sister.

‘So fair and noble-looking !” whispered another.

“And how prettily a speak ! !” whispered a third. “I could 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 sevtuineet !” said another.

“So we will!” they all cried ; and throwing away their buckets, they spinned
back to the cavern, leaving the little boys, who had heard what they said, in
a state of great suspense. .-'



.

“Tt’s bed-time,” said Granny.
“ But the Apple- -pips, Gran!” said Eddie.
“ Ah! the Apple-pips!” SAU Granny.



GRANNY’S STORY-BOX, 31

“Gran,” said Motty the next night, as he planted his three-legged stool in
- front of her, and seated himself on it, “ I’ve been thinking.”

“Have you?” asked Granny. “ Well, and what do you think ?”

“Why, Gran, this: How is it that now-a-days people never see 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 tell us about them you
always say, “Once upon a
time.”

“Well,” answered Granny,
“and what of that?” For
indeed she did not quite
know what to say.

“Why, when I come to
think of it,” said Motty, “ it
seems to me that there are
no such things now. Are
there?”

“Vou are a little. boy,”
said Granny, “and you don’t know much. If you did, you would be wiser.
Pll tell you this, however: a relation of my great-grandmother saw a brownie
once with her own eyes.” .

“ Did she?” exclaimed the three little boys. ‘“ O Gran! what, here?”

“Yes,” replied Granny. “ She stood on this very threshold.”

“© Gran! teli us about it, please!” they cried.

“One thing at a time!” said Granny. “I shall keep it till Apple-pips are
finished.”



Well: So the little Goblins all danced round their papa, and begged him so
hard to make them a present of the twelve little boys, that, cannibal though
he was, he could not-refuse them. “ Besides,” as he said to his wife afterwards,
“they will soon get tired of them, and meanwhile we can fatten them up.”

So in great glee the young Goblins ran to fetch a rope, and letting down one
end of it into the boiler, they all took hold of the other, and held it fast. (Then
they called to the little boys to come up one by one on the rope.

“Who will go first?” asked Ein.

“You,” said Zwei. “ You came down first.”

“Not I,” replied Ein. “I will see you all out before I go myself. Let Zwolf
go first. He is the youngest.”

So Zwolf, very glad indeed at the thought of getting out of the horrible pit,
took hold of the rope and began to climb it. But all the little Goblins together
could not bear up against his weight, and as the edge of the boiler was very
slimy, they lost their footing and slipped.

“Oh, you monster!” they screamed. “Let go!”

It was too late: in they fell.

“Qh, what fun!” cried Fiinf “Here they all come tumbling down, just as
we did!”



32 GRANNY’S STORYV-BOX.

The little Goblins shrieked with all their might; but the boiler was too deep
for Bogaboo to hear their tiny voices. They shrieked in vain. At length, one
of them, more sensible than the rest, stopped and said—

“What is the good of shrieking? Let ‘us open the trap-door and 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 up with a
little door. The little boys could not see this in the dark, 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 opened into a long narrow passage, quite dark,
and so low that the little boys were obliged to creep one
by one along it, on their hands and knees. On, on, such a
long way; they thought it quite as long as the thousand
steps. Their hearts were beginning
to fail them, when to their great joy
a little gleam of light appeared at
the end. . How pleasant it was to see
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.
“Whatzsto be done?”

“We can swim,”
said Ein. “Let us
each take one of the
little dinky things,
and swim away !”

“So we will!” .
cried the boys.» So
Ein took a little
Goblin and 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

laughed and nodded one to another, as they sat on their

boats, going over the lake. They liked seeing the world

very much; for they had lived all their lives in the heart of
the earth, and had never seen daylight before. And they said to the little
boys,—






















GRANNV’S STORY-BOX.

ow
ow

“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 the world. For these wonderful steps
led: right through the earth out to the ee where the Fays live. And
here they were come.

So they swam on till they came in sight of some rocks. And_ these
rocks, instead of being like common rocks, were bright and clear, like glass ;-
and when the sun shone on them they glistened with all the colours of the
rainbow. Then Ein said,—

“What land is this that we are come to?”.

And the little Goblin who sat on his head replied, “Tt is the land of the Fays.
Is your castle here?”

“No,” said Ein. “I never was here before.”

Presently they reached the shore—the twelve little boys and the twelve little
Goblins—all safe. Then the boys said,—

“What shall we do in this strange land? Do Fays eat little boys?”

And the Goblins answered, “No; but some of the Fays are very fierce if
they are made angry.”

“We must take care not to be mischievous,” said the little boys.

“ Let us climb these rocks,” said Ein, “and just peep over.”

So they began to clamber each with a little Goblin on his head. For the
Goblins thought this was the safest way of travelling. It was no easy matter,
either, to climb the glassy rocks. The little boys went slipping and sliding
back at every step.

“Hold tight!” they cried to the little Goblins, “or you will be off!”

At last, by dint of many struggles, they reached a small opening in the rocks,
near the top. Ein reached it first. He peeped through—

“Oh, how beautiful!” he cried. “Come all of you and look!”

And they all peeped, one after another, and cried, “Oh, how beautiful!”

Now what should you think they saw?

“Go and guess,” said Granny, kissing her boys. “You will see nothing half
! ”

so beautiful in your dreams, J know !

“Now, what should you think they saw?” said Granny, the next night, as
the three boys eagerly gathered round her.

“Oh, we don’t know, Gran!” they cried. “We hardly knew how to wait
so long. Please to make haste and tell us!”

“Well,” said Granny ; “ but what should you chink ?”

“We don’t know what to think, please, Gran!” they answered.

“Well, but now, only just try to imagine!”



34 GRANNY’S STORV-BOX.

“O Gran! how you do love to tease us!” said Bobby, laughing. “We have
tried with all our might; but we can’t think of anything except what you have
told us before.”

“Oh, it was not like any of those things,” said Granny. “It was some-
thing quite new. Now, what could it be?”

“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! ”

“QO, Gran!” said Motty. “It is too bad to go on so!”

“Very bad indeed,” said Granny. “I do not know how I shall pick it up
again. It is a thing that requires patience. You have not a little to spare me,
either of you?” ;

They could not help laughing.

“Now, Gran,” said Motty, “how could you ask us, when you had just taken
away all our patience!” .

“TI?” said Granny. “That is good! excellent, I must say!”

“ 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 so anxious to hear!”

“So we are!” they all exclaimed.

“ And yet you say, ‘Please don’t !’” said: Granny. “What am I to do?”

“O 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 think I shall get it

up again, now. Ah, my old
eyes!” 5
“Gran, Gran!” cried
Bobby, and Motty,
and Eddie, all to-
gether.

“No fear of my
forgetting what my
name is!” said
Granny, laughing.

“Oh, what are we
to do?” said Motty








in despair.

“That is just what the little Counts asked, when they sat on the steps,” said
Granny. “It is a difficult question to answer in some cases.”

“Well, I never knew anything like this!” said Bobby.

“Nor I,” answered Granny. “ Patience is such a rare virtue! ”

“ Please, Gran!” said Eddie, “is it of any use to ask you to go on?”

“As much use as many things,” replied Granny. “Some things are use-
less, you know. For instance, a pitcher without a bottom!”

The little boys were suddenly silent, for some reason. Bobby looked at
Eddie, and Eddie looked at Bobby and Motty both; and then they all looked
at Gran, and Gran looked very funny.



GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 35

“Ah!” said she. \“ Now I wonder if it was hat that the little Counts saw ?
Did you ever see such a thing?”

“QO Gran!” exclaimed Motty, “how ad you come to know that?”

“To know what?” asked Granny.

“That we took the bottom out of the pitcher,” said Motty.

“You told me so yourself,” replied Granny.

“T!” cried Motty.

“Ves, just this moment,” answered Granny. “See how busy conscience
was!”

“O Gran! if you only knew what we did it for!” said
Eddie. oa

“What did you do it for?” asked Granny.

“We were playing at. Apple-pips,” said Eddie,
“and the pitcher was the Goblin’s boiler.
And I was Bogaboo, and Bobby was the
twelve little Counts, and
Motty was the twelve little
Goblins. And the bottom
of the pitcher was the trap-
door.”

“Indeed!” said Granny.
“And did Bobby and
Motty fall into the --
pitcher then ?” ;

“No, not quite,” an-
swered Eddie;
‘but they pre-
tended
to.”

“And
that was
how the bottom of my pitcher came out, was it?” said Granny.
“Tt was a pity that did not pretend too!” ;

“So we thought afterwards,” said Motty. “You see, Gran, it made it more
like the thing itself to make a trap-door in it.” :

“I don’t see,” replied Granny. “It does not make a pitcher more like a
pitcher to take the bottom out of it!”

“ A pitcher, no!” said Bobby ; “but it was the Goblin’s boiler.”

“But it was my pitcher!” said Granny. “If this is what comes of my
stories, I shall.be obliged to lock my story-box up.”

“Oh, Gran, no!” cried the three boys. “We won’t do it again, indeed!”

“Tt came out so easily,” said Motty, “it must have been coming before. We
only helped it-a very little.”

“T have ‘no doubt you did what you could to assist it!” said Granny. “I
thought I heard a most wonderful noise in the kitchen this morning!”

“That was Bogaboo screaming,” said Eddie. “He was coming.”

“ And if you had only seen him, Gran!” said Bobby. “He was in the meal-
bag!”

The meal-bag!” exclaimed Granny. “Worse and worse! What became
of the meal?”




















36 GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX.

“We put it into the kettle, Gran, till we had done, and | then we poured it
back,” said Motty..

“And that was what made the. water so thick: tonight!” : baid Gisuhy, ey
could not imagine what it was.’

“Yes, Gran!” said Eddie. > “We did-not know hoe help thuaiiitie when you

“poured it out and said, ‘Dear me, what.ever r_ males the water so ee tee






















basket ; and’ {
his neck i in the.ba



‘Ob,’ usaid Motty,
twas such fun!.”

tad the dresser
ks, because

an to say
bed up on

=» answered
“for: I was Bo-
sitting in my

‘or hewas a
oblin, you
know, Gran, ’
said Motty.

““And-my
wife,” said’ Ed-
die, ““was’ the >
great stick
which you poke
the fire with.
And I talked
to’ it,and said,
‘My love.’”’.

“ Andso Bobby and
Motty got up on the
glassy rocks!” said
Granny. “Pray are all my.
wine-glasses safe ?”









GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. : 37

“Yes, Gran,” answered Motty. ‘‘But we very nearly knocked them
over. For, you see, we were struggling about on the dresser like the little
Counts.”

“Then, when we got up there,” said Bobby, “we peeped into the sugar-
bowl, and cried, “How beautiful!’ But after that we could not get any
further, because you know we don’t know what came next. Now, Gran, wid/
you tell us?”

“Well,” said Granny, “perhaps the sugar-bowl can tell what came 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 have been very hard to help taking a
little pinch when we were so hungry.”

“Hungry!” said Granny. “Why, you had
just had your breakfasts !”

“Ah, but-we were the little Counts and
Goblins ¢hen, you know, Gran!” said Bobby.

“Oh, I see!” said Granny. “To be sure.
Why, my boys,” she exclaimed, looking at the
clock,: “it’s bed-time! See what comes of
taking the bottoms out of pitchers!”

“Well now,” said Bobby, as they ran up to
bed, “did you ever know such a thing! To
get no story after all!”

“JT never did!” said Motty. “Eddie, how
could you go on talking so?”

“TI!” 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 havea Goblin’s
boiler now + ee





38 GRANNY S STORY-BOX,

“Well!” said Granny the next evening, “what a capital thing patience is

But Bobby and Motty and Eddie pressed their lips tightly together, and said
nothing.

“Ah, now!” exclaimed Granny. “Really, if I have not dropped another
stitch! Too bad, isn’t it?”

Still there was no answer. The three little boys knitted away busily. ~~

“Why, how very odd it is that you have got nothing to say to-night!”
said Granny. “Perhaps you do not
want to know. , : what the little Counts
saw? I dare. *{ say you do not care to
hear after all!”

This was too

1!”


















much for Motty.

“Oh!” he exclaimed ;
then, suddenly _ recol-
lecting himself, he shut up
his lips quite tight again.

Granny » smiled. “Well!”
she said, “since I can

find nobody
to converse
with to-
night, I may
as well tell
myself the
rest -of
Apple - pips,
for my own
amusement.
You need
not _ listen,.
you know, if

you don’t
like.”

So she
continued—

Well: now the





valley of the Fays was the most
lovely spot that mortal eye
ever be- , held. It was a low deep
vale, shut in on \! every side by these high,
pointed, glassy Bi rocks, which glistened, as I said, in the sun-light,
with all the ‘ colours of the rainbow.

The whole valley was one beauteous garden. Wherever you looked, you could
see nothing, and nothing, but flowers and fruits,—such flowers and fruits as we
never see on this side of the world,—so large, and wondrous, and beautiful.



GRANNVY’S STOR V-BOX. 39

The flowers grew up as high as trees, and the blossoms of some were as large
as an umbrella. As for the apples there, they were each one the size of my
head ; and they shone upon the trees, just as the planet Mars does in the sky of
a frosty night, red and bright, like fire. And the pears were as big as pitchers.

And through the valley, in all directions, flowed gay and sparkling streamlets,
not of water, but of the purest, sweetest wine; and it was rose-coloured. And
thousands of little gold and silver fish sported in these streamlets, and leaped up
in the happy sunshine, and kissed the tiny humming-birds which fluttered in the
air.

_ Oh, if I had but a Fairy’s tongue, to tell you what it was like! No other
could describe the beauty of this place. As for the little boys, they were quite
overcome with wonder and delight.

“Tt is as good as a feast to look at it!” ia Ein.

“T never saw such a sight!” said. Zwei. “It would be a pity only to look at
it, though. I am very hungry!”

Indeed, now they came to think of it, they were all very hungry. For it was
a great many hours since they had breakfasted 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, worthy of remark, that this is the only point
in which Fairies and Goblins resemble us—in their liking for all manner of
sweet things.

“Well,” said Fiinf, “can’t we go down? JI see no Fays.”

“No more do J,” said Ein. “Where can they be?”

“Perhaps they don’t live here,” said Zwei. “Just look at those apples! We
could all make our dinner off one !”

“Lovely!” said Zwolf.

“Won't they burn us?” asked Zehn. “They look so fiery!”

“Tt is only the sun shining on them,” replied Ein. “I really think we might
go down. I see nothing to bé afraid of. And we can slide down so beautifully !
Come, Ill go first!”

So, with one consent, the little boys and the little Goblins began to descend
into the valley.of the Fays. One by one they squeezed through the opening,
and slid down the glassy rocks. Never was such excellent fun! How they
laughed as they come slipping down, one over the other, spinning and rolling
all the way to the bottom! The little Goblins screaming, too, as they did, for
fear they should be crushed !

But they all got safe. And, oh! the delight of running about, all over ‘this
beautiful garden, when they got there! There was nothing to mar their pleasure
there—no Gutas,*no Bogaboos. And they capered hither and thither, and
played hide-and-seek under the flowers, and leaped over the rose-coloured
brooks, and caught the little humming-birds, and let.them fly again. Oh, they
were so happy! And at length they 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 little Goblin who sat on his head, “ Would
not you like to come down now?”

And she answered, “ Thank you, I should!”

So he seated her on the grass; and all the other little boys did the same
to their little Goblins.



Roi GRANNY’S STOR V-BOX.

“What a jolly place this is, to be sure!” said Fiinf.
“TIsn’t it!” answered Zwei. “I should like to live here all my life!”
“Fancy now, if the Fays were to come and find us!” said Drei. “ What would
they say, I wonder?”
“T can’t think!” replied Zwei.
“What are the Fays like?” said Ein to one of the little Goblins.
“T do not know,” she replied. “We have.only heard of them.”
“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 all into the heart of’the earth.”
“Why did they do that?” asked Zehn. “It was very rude of them.”
“Very,” said the little Goblin. “They don’t like us. And now all the
Goblins live in great dark caverns in the middle of the earth.”
“ Have they all got boilers?” asked Zwélf. ’“ Perhaps that was why they were
driven from the earth.” me
“T cannot say,” she replied. “TI was only born a little while ago, and know
very few things.”
*“ Don’t you think it’s time to eat?” said Finf, looking up at the beautiful fruit
over his head.
“Why, yes!” answered Ein. “Suppose we see what these apples are like!”
So saying, he sprang up, and
climbing one of the trees, plucked
a great apple, and threw it down.
His. brothers shouted with glee,
and ran towards it, when, to their
astonishment, a little door flew open
‘in it, and a tiny being, all head and
legs, leaped out. His. eyes were
bright and shining like diamonds ;
and they sparkled fiercely at the
little boys.

How terrified they were !

“Tt must be a Fay!” they cried;
and away they ran as fast as they
could go in all directions, leaving
the twelve little Goblins on the
, grass-plat, in their fright.
_ Nobody knows what the Fay did:
but when, after some time, the little
boys gained courage to draw near
to the grass-plat again, he was gone.
And the twelve little Goblins lay
there, dead.



.
4



Â¥

“ Good-night,” said Granny to her
boys.

“How very sad!” said Eddie.
“T could almost cry. That wicked
Fay!”



GRANNY’S STOR V-BOX. 4



“A capital plan that was of ours!” said Bobby, the next night 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!” said Eddie.
“Tt was the best of any, I think. How I should like to have seen that
garden !”

“So should I,” said Bobby. “But I must say I felt very sorry for the
little Goblins. Did not you, Motty?”

“Yes, I did,” replied Motty. “Yet, after all, they were only Goblins. Do
you know, Bobby, I think that, somehow, these little Goblins are the Apple-

pips!”
“Do you?” asked Bobby.
“Yes,” answered Motty. “I have been thinking ‘so all along. They were
‘just the shape, if you remember; and pointed heads, and brown, too, and
very dinky. I am nearly sure 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, becausé they are dead—dead Goblins I.mean,” said Motty.

“And do you mean to say, then,” asked Bobby, ‘that all Apple-pips are
dead Goblins? I don’t see how you make that out. There are only
twelve.” :

“Well,” replied Motty. “I don’t’ know myself. But I cannot 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 true that is?”



42 GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX.

“O no, no, Gran, please!” they all cried eagerly. “We want so terribly
to hear what came next!”

“Indeed!” said Granny. “I thought there was not much patience on these
three stools! Well, I will take pity on you to-night!”

So she went on:

Well: the little
Counts were very much
shocked, as you may
think, when they saw
the twelve little Gob-
lins lying dead on the
grass-plat. Theylooked
about on every side to
see if the Fay was near,
but he was quite gone,
and all was very still.
So.at last they ven-
tured towards the grass-
plat again, and gathered
round the poor little
e, Goblins, and looked at
_” them.
~ “What a _ wicked
thing!” said Ein, in a whisper. “What did he do that for? IfI ever find that
Fay I will punish him!”

“That we will!” they all exclaimed, but in a very low voice; for indeed,
they were exceedingly frightened at the Fay and his deeds.

“T do not see the good of our staying here,” said Ein. “ Perhaps there are
Fays in all these apples!” he added, looking up in alarm at the hundreds
over his head, which shone and glittered in the sunbeams as if they were
alive.

“They must be the Fays’ houses,” whispered Zwei. “Suppose they should
all fly out upon us!” ar

“Yes, indeed!” said Fiinf. “I do zof much like staying here.”

“Where shall we go?” said Ein.

“Oh, anywhere, out of this place!” answered Zehn. “Do make haste! I
am so frightened.”

“Well,” said Ein, “I think we had better climb the rocks on the other
side of the valley, and see what we can find there. But we will not leave
these poor little dinky things here. We will take them and bury them some-
where.”

“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 turned they saw the great apple still lying
there, out of which the Fay had leaped. The door was open, as he had left it ;
and Fiinf stooped down and peeped in.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, “what a dear little house! 1t is full of little rooms,’
and no one init. Let us take it with us!”

“But how angry the Fay would be, if he were to see us carrying it away!”
said Zehn. “ Pray don’t!”



Se a Re wie



GRANNY S STOR Y-BOX. 43

“A fig for the Fay!” said Ein. “He killed our little dinky things, and he
shall give us his house to put them in. It will hold them nicely.”

“Ves,” said Zwei, “so it will!” And they took up the apple and examined
it.

“See, there are just twelve little rooms!” said Ein. “Now we will put a
little dinky thing in each.”

“O pray, pray make haste!” cried Zehn. “I
am trembling all over! The Fay will certainly
come after us!”

So they put a little Goblin in each of the
chambers of the apple, and shut the door. And
Ein said, “We will carry it by turns.
Now, then, let -us come.”

They all hastened away, through the
valley, to the rocks on the opposite
side, carrying the Fay’s house with
them. And before long they were
clambering the glassy rocks again.

“T shall be glad when we get out of
this place!” said Zwei, as he climbed.
“JT don’t like it as much as I did.”

“No more do J,” said Fiinf. “It is
very disagreeable to think that one
cannot even pick an apple without a
Fay flying out of it!”

“Very,” said Ein. “And how ugly
he was, that old Fay, wasn’t he?”

“Hideous!” answered Fiinfi “I
wonder if they are all as ugly! /
would not be all head and legs, like a
spider, for anything!”

“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 he screamed; and, oh! what a
sight met their eyes! A whole army
of Fays burst forth from the apple-
trees,—out of every apple a Fay,—
and in a mass they came leaping
through the air towards the little boys.
For the Fays can walk and jump in
the air, you know, just as we do on the
earth; for having no bodies they are
very light. It was a dreadful sight,
indeed, to see them come leaping like
this, for they were in a great fury; their eyes sparkled like lightning, and





44 GRANNVY’S STOR Y-BOX.

the noise they made was like the booming of an angry swarm of hornets. And
at their head was the very Fay.

“Oh!” exclaimed Fiinf, “we are lost!”

And on they came, trooping, by hundreds and thousands, in a great cloud,
over the heads of the little boys.

“What ever are we to do?” cried Ein, in ree “This is as bad as the
Goblin’s boiler !”

“We shall certainly die now,” said Zwolf. “I wish we ia died long ago
for my part. It would have been better to have been quietly boiled, than to
be torn in pieces by these fierce Fays.” - :

“Ol! O! 0! O! 0! O! 0! O! O!-0! O! Oh!” screamed the twelve
little boys, with one voice, as, the next instant, the furious Fays descended

upon them, and seizing them by the hair of their heads, cares them up in
the air !

“ And there they must hang,” said Granny, “ till to-morrow night.”



“O Gran!” exclaimed Bobby, the next evening. “Pray do not leave the
little Counts any longer in the air!”

Granny smiled. “ Well,” said she, “I will not ce them or you any longer
in suspense ; it is a trying state, under any circumstances.”

“ And especially,” said Motty, “when one is hanging by the hair of-one’s head!”
So Granny continued :



‘'GRANNY’S STOR V-BOX. 45

Well: you may imagine how the little boys kicked and screamed at being
carried up in the air like this. But it was of little
use; for the Fays possess super-human strength,
and carried them away as if they had
been feathers.

And up they flew, shaking the
little boys angrily ; for they had
been watching them all the time
in the valley, and were very much
enraged at their tak-
ing such _ liberties. tr
And the ‘chief of the
Fays was beyond
measure
furious ; for
it was he
who lived in
the apple
which Ein
had pluck-
ed.

“The little
wretches !”
he cried. |
“Theyshall --2
beburiedin ~
our deepest
dungeon!
And _ this
one, he who a s
dared to :
pull down my house, he shall be
mogridilificated !”

Now, what this was, Ein did not know; but he was sure it was something
very dreadful by the sound, and began to think how he should get out of it.
And it occurred to him that if he dropped the apple as they went through the air,
the Fays would not be able to tell which had been the culprit, as he and his
brothers were all so exactly alike. So he let go the apple, and it fell among
the glassy rocks and rolled away.

By-and-bye the Fays alighted on the summit of one of the highest 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 my snuff-box, and the
little boys saw that it was hollow within. Then the Fays dropped them in
and followed them. When they had all descended into the glassy cavern, the

angry Fays gathered round the little boys. And the chief of the Fays said
ercely,-— i



46 ; GRANNY’S STOR YV-BOX.

“Where is he who tore down my house and stole it?”

“This is he,” said one of the Fays, pointing to Zehn. /

“No, chs 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 own eyes!”

“You mean in zs hand,” said another, pointing to EIf.,

_“ You are all wrong !” said another, pointing to Drei. “’Twas he!”

“Now, that it was not!” cried another Fay. “It was this one. I amaticed
him!” and he pointed to Zwolf. ,

“Well,” said another, “/ think now ‘that it was this one!” and he. pointed ‘to:
Ein. :
~ “Jt was not he, I assure you!” said another F ,
pointed to Acht;, « I know, for I looked well at-him!’ Re

“You are mistaken,” said another. “It was this one, as sure as Tama Fay!” z
and he pointed to Sechs. j ne

“He!” cried another. “’Twas this -one.I tell you! rr "aid he , Pointed to
Sieben. ga

“Excuse me,” said another Fay ;. “but I’ am: positiv
one, and no other!” and he pointed to Vier. ,. ees ae

“Tt was no more him than it was me!” cried another. “ This was the. one |
the very one!” and he pointed to Neun. ,

And they squabbled so loudly about it, each quite certain that he was” s right
and all the others wrong, that at last the chief of the Fays called out,—. .

“Hold your peace! They shall a// be mogridilificated!”

And with that he sprang up and wheeled twelve times round inthe air, over’
the heads of the terrified little boys. And as he wheeled:round and round: he
cried,—





was he,” and! ihe







aie it was this

“ Mo-gridil-abbo!
Twelve times round I go:
Mo-gridil-abbis Ls
Twelve times leap like this :
Mo-gridil-abbit ! :
Be every ‘boy a rabbit ! 1?



And as he uttered the words, the twelve little boys beclme twelve little
white rabbits, with pink eyes. And while they gazed on one another in astonish-
ment, the Fays all rose up and leapt out of the cavern, and the. ‘top: of the glassy |
rock shut down again.

The little boys hardly knew how to believe themselves; they all sat round
in a ring,.on their hind paws, and laughed at one another. They could still
speak—that was one comfort. ae

“Well!” said Ein, “if I be I, as I suppose I be, this is the. oddest thing that
ever happened to me!” :.

“It beats anything!” ‘said Fiinf. “Only to think of acmually being a rabbit! ”

“ A most ridiculous mings 1” said Zwei. “ : cannot help laughing. You do- all
look so funny.!”

“Yes, and feel funny too!” said Drei. : y cannot fancy that I am a little
boy ! | ”

“No more you are!” answered Fiinf. “You are a little rabbit!”

How they did laugh, to be sure! till their sides quite ached.










GRANNY'S STOR YV-BOX. 47

“Tt is so funny to look at your round nose!” said Elf to Zwei.

“And funnier still to look at your long flapping ears!” said Zwei 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 ! ”

“ZT do not intend to be a quadruped !” ‘
said Ein. . “I shall walk erect, as long
as I am a rabbit.”

“So shall I!” said Zwei.
“We are not common rabbits,
you know. We are rabbits
of rank. That’ is why the
Fays have given us white fur,
of course.”

“Ves,” said Ein. ‘“ They
knew, I ‘suppose, that we
were little Counts.”

“Well,” said Fiinf, “I do ~
not see that it matters
much what we are
while we are rabbits
and shut up in this
place. _ I wish we
could get out.”

“Why: shouldn’t —
we?” said Ein. “Now |
I think of it, I have
seen rabbits boreholes
in the earth. Cannot
we do that and get out
somewhere?” ° ,

“Let us try!” said they all.

So they set to work with
their paws, and scraped away
with all their might ; and, as
you may believe, twelve such.
rabbits soon made a hole.

“This is delightful!” said
Ein. So they all thought.
And they worked, and bored, and burrowed all that night, till their paws were
nearly worn away.

And, only think ! when the morning dawned, the first thing the sun saw was
Ein’s white nose just pushing up through the ground on the other side of
the glassy rocks! And then it saw twelve little white rabbits creep, one
after another, out of the hole.

“Well now!” said Fiinf, “this zs very nice, I must say! But we had better
make haste away from this place, or the Fays will catch us and make rabbit-
pie of us!”

“Ha! what is this?” cried Vier. “Our apple, I declare!”















48 GRANNY’S STOR V-BOX.

And, indeed,
close by the hole
out of which
they had crept
lay the apple
which Ein had
dropt. . It had
rolled down the
glassy rocks to
that spot.

“Let us take
it,’ said Ein.
“We can drag
it, by turns, in
our mouths.”

So they tra-
velledaway with
the Fay apple
over a_ great
wide plain, at
the end of which .
they came to
a forest. And
there they sat
down under the
trees to rest, and
nibbled the
grass. And Ein
said, “I wonder



if we shall always be rabbits!”

“I do not see how we are ever to be little boys again!” said Zwei. “ Unless,
indeed, we could get back to old Guta. She knows charms, and perhaps she
could charm us back.”

“So she might!” said Fiinf. “Oh, if we could only get back to dear old
Guta!” :

“Yes, dear old Guta!” they all said. “How we wish she was here!”

“Let us bore, and bore, and bore,” said Ein, “till we come out at our castle.
We shall, perhaps, some day, if we go on boring patiently.”

“ So we will!” they cried. And ‘they began to bore directly.

And day and night the twelve little white rabbits bored, patiently, for a
whole year; and, would you believe it? that very day twelvemonth, when the
morning dawned, the first thing the sun saw, was Ein’s white nose pushing
up through the ground, in the Count’s castle garden. They had bored right
through the earth, these rabbits !

And Guta saw it too. Poor old Guta! every morning when she rose
now, her eyes were red and dim with tears, as she looked out upon the
bright gay castle garden, where her little lords used to play such merry
pranks. And this morning, too, she looked out with her red eyes; and as she
looked, she saw another pair of red eyes, coming up out of the ground; which
were Ein’s,



GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 49

Now old Guta was canny ; and as she looked
at the eyes of this rabbit, she knew, by a cer- % Wee.
tain expression in them, that they were
human eyes. And when she saw the twelve
little white rabbits coming out, one after
another, she exclaimed, “They are my own
pretty boys!”

‘Down she flew, without her stick ; and,
‘seizing a handful of earth, 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.

“We will never play you any
more tricks,” they cried.

As for the apple with the dead
Goblins in it, they buried it in that
very spot in. the castle garden where
they came out. And an apple tree,
the first that was ever seen on this
side of the 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 mischievous little
boys !”

“Well,” said Motty, “I shall never Bas eat an apple
again without thinking of that!”





“ Have you?” said Granny.







“We ie been doing
of Apple: pips.” *
“Oh, if you ha¢ :
the rabbits, Gran!” said
. Bobby, “ youriz
’ have laughed !”
“ Who were the
asked






















and

swered Pabby.
“And I* was
he chief of the

“to
white
‘tabbits, and
‘¥ hoppedabout
- the kitchen
on our hind
legs. And

then fun of bur-
rowin through. the
earth ! ‘went .° right
through stack: of f peat,





Gran,. in
“T thought iene
some doings of that kind,”
“by the shouts of laughter

“O Gran!” cried Motty, “it “was at Bobby
that we laughed so!, when he leaped about on the
table over our heads, and cried, Mo-gridil-abbo ! and all he re little song.
And just when he said, ‘Be every boy a rabbit!’ we put on our night-gowns,
and became rabbits,”




oe atl heard.”








GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 51

“T was obliged to practise that song first by myself,’ said Bobby, “while
they were getting ready. They are such wonderful words; Mogridilabbo,
Mogridilabbis, Mogridilabbit! What do they mean, Gran?”

“That is just what I asked my great-grandmother,” said Granny, “and she
said they were the Fays’ conjugation.”

“What is that?” asked Motty.

-“ Why, those words,” said Granny, “which conjugated the little boys into
rabbits.”

“We did not know what to
do for old Guta at the end,’
said Eddie. “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 then Bobby got under
it, and made a squeaking voice for
old Guta. And when she said,
‘Boy, come out of rabbit!’ we came
out of our night-gowns.”

“JT do like these plays,” said
Eddie; “they are as much fun as
the stories. How sorry I shall be
when the snow is gone!”

“T 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 story too!”

“T 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 take up
people’s words so, Motty; it is. not
polite; and if you do it again, I
shall be obliged to send you to
bed.”

2 BA, “So Motty held his peace, and
thought what a rude little boy he was.. And Granny said:

fia??



© a

‘Well, now, what I mean: to say is, that 742s was a fact, which could not
admit of the shadow. of a doubt; for the person who saw the Brownie with
her very own eyes, was the cousin-german, sixteen times removed, of my grand-
mother’s great-aunt’s first cousin’s wife. So, you see, it was a family thing.
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 a low stool, making porridge, or skilly, as



52 GRANNY’S STORY-BOX.

some call it... There was a great crockful, bubbling over the pine-logs ; for she
had five brothers;' woodcutters, who would come in hungry, by-and- bye. And
Ella sat sti rit nS vit round: with .a. great wooden., Jadls, and : ene: to the









- And as.. she ‘stirred h
Ella! she was. in’ ‘troub
dear old. cottage,



Tyyes, sith. its. pretty aes
} ( anderers. .For the owner of it
was a hard; ‘crueliémany who:wéuld not wait a ‘they could earn the sum they
owed him,.; and that?-day> he: had’ “>. -béen: there, and,. with ere
and threatening’. words, had bid : ‘

Ella had ‘prayed and entreated,’
time. He would not: give them day ; and, with a sad and
heavy heart she-preparéd their last. “over the hearth. which
she had. loved.: . SHe was quite al and the dreary, eae)
sounds without, ‘the. howling wind,
the dry, leafless branches of the
gloom. And. the’ thick, dark
and boded a: heavy storm; and
thought, they foreshadowed
life, and «she sighed again




















all” in vain, ise a ‘little





moment a: bright flood of

in through the casement,

over Ella, tdo; and ‘she thought to
herself, “H Ww wrong’ it is to be
so cheerlés ! | Why,.there is
a brightgléam inthe darkest
night!” hy

And: she



think how she
be like » that
toher brothers
trouble, and
by forgetting

“Why, what
thinking of ?.”
ed. “There is
burning, while
dreaming!
how late they
and itis bitter

Well, , they shall have a good fire for this night at. desist 3

now.”



fe tight herself

bright’ gleam

in? their
-comfort them

herself.
have I been
she exclaim-

the porridge

I have #been
Dear = me!

are to-night !

cold too

and ll. make it.up

So saying, Ella lifted ihe pontidee pat off the Haale and stirred up the wood
embers ; and then, rising from her stool, went to the cellar to fetch a few more
logs, that there might be a nice blaze for her brothers to warm themselves at
when they came in.

Well: as she came back from the cellar, to her great surprise she felt a strong,
cold blast of wind blowing round her, and saw that the house-door was open.
It had been shut the minute before, when she passed it. Now Ella was at the







GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 53

end of the passage in the dark; but the moonlight shone full upon the open
doorway, and there stood a little woman on the threshold. Ella
saw her quite plainly ; and she knew, as she looked at her, that
this was no human being. The
little woman was about two feet
high, and clad from head to foot
in a flowing mantle of dusky

, brcewn, which was partly
- wrapped round her head
like a veil. It was like
silky hair, and fluttered
noiselessly in the wind.
Quite motionless shestood
there, as if she had been
there always. And
Ella did not know what
to do; so she stood still
too where she was, by
the cellar door at the
end of the passage, and
held her breath, for she
was rather frightened.

Presently the Brow-
nie moved; yes, she
was actually coming
into the house; yes, into
this very kitchen. How
glad Ella felt that she was not there! And the little woman walked into
the kitchen without making any sound; and, seating herself on Ella’s stool
before the fire, lifted up the porridge-pot, and put it on the hook again ; and
then, taking the ladle, she began to stir the skilly round in the pot, just as Ella
had been doing.

Well: Ella waited some time at the end of the passage, and at last,
gaining more courage, crept quietly to the kitchen door, and peeped in.
There sat the little Brownie, with her back to Ella, stirring away with the
ladle, as if she had been doing nothing else all her life. And presently she
stopped, and taking a little bag from’the folds of her mantle, she opened it,
and took out of it a pinch of some yellow powder, which she sprinkled into
the porridge.

“Well!” thought Ella, “what a lucky thing that I saw that, now! They
es eat that porridge; no, not a crumb of it! What can she do that
or?

Then the little woman took the ladle again, and stirred round the porridge
three times ; and, as she did so, she murmured, in a low. voice,—













“ Ogily-bogily !
Oh pot of skilly !
Do what I willy !”

And, rising from her seat, she vanished up the chimney.



54 GRANNY’S STOR V-BOX.

Ella, the cousin-german, could scarcely believe her eyeSe but she saw it,
nevertheless.

“Why, Ella! what in the world are you standing ©
perishing here for, this bitter night?” ex-
claimed her brothers, coming in that
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 suppers! And
he seized the porridge-pot,
to turn its contents into
the bowls which stood
ready on the table.

“Oh!” cried Ella,
‘stop, stop! it’s be-
witched !”

“Bewitched!” cried °
her brothers all to-
gether; “it zs be-
witched, indeed!”

And if they did
not pour out of that
porridge-pot six bowlsful of the purest liquid gold !









“There!” said Granny. “And that is how ae came to be our very own
cottage, and garden, and orchard!”





STORY ABOUT THE QUEEN OF
THE KANGAROOS.

“(~*RAN,” said Motty the next night, “has that little Brownie ever been
here since?”

“Not in my day,” answered Granny.

“In anybody’s day?” asked Motty. “For we think we should be so
frightened if we were to see her !”

“Why should you?” said Granny. “None of those bogie-people can do

pes harm to any one who has a clear conscience,
which I hope my little boys have!”
“Yes, Gran!” they cried, all three.
“There is only oze thing, Gran,”
said Eddie, “that you don’t
know of!”

“ And that is nothing wrong,”
said Motty. “Only our secret!”

“ Have you any secrets from

me?” asked Granny.
“Only this oe little one,
Gran!” said Bobby.
“And you will know
it some day!”

“Perhaps I know it
now!” said Granny.

“Oh, that you don’t,
Gran!” cried Motty.
“Nobody knows it!
only we three.”

“ Ah!” said Granny,
“do you think you can
hide anything from
me?”

“This one thing,
Gran!” said Motty.
“For you were gone










to 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 not have seen us
behind that great gooseberry-bush. Could they, Motty?”

“No,” said Motty. “And I am sure no one cow/d have known what we did
there |”

“Now, Motty,” said Bobby, “don’t go on talking, or we shall get no story.
Please, Gran, will you begin?”



56 GRANNY S STOR Y-BOX.

“Well,” said Granny, “let me see. Did I ever tell you the story about the
Queen of the Kangaroos?”
“No, never, Gran!” cried the
three little boys. “We should
like to hear that!”
So Granny began—

Well then: there was once a
poor peasant, who had one little
‘daughter. She was very hand-
- some, and she knew it too; and
sheywas as vain as she could be.

she'used to go and sit by
tiver-side and look at her
face in the water. As to work,
she never did any; for she said
to herself—. ,

“T am much too pretty to
drudge. .: “That is very well for
people who are ugly and com-
mon ; but as for me, I am only
fit to bea 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 a beauty. But -
her mother, who was wiser, used to shake
her head and say, “Oh Kary, Kary! you
will come to grief!” But Kary thought
that could never be, and so she still sat
by the water-side,. and admired herself.
She was ‘quite sure that the first king who
came that way would ask her.to be his
wife. And every day she sat there wait-
ing for a king to come.

One day when she was on the river’s
bank as usual, she heard footsteps‘behind
hey, and she turned quickly to see who it
could be, for it was a lonely place, and
her heart beat high, as she thought that
it might be a king. . But no! it was no-
thing at all but a decrepit old woman, in
a hooded cloak, who was hobbling along
with a fagot on her back. And as she ©
passed close by where Kary sat, the cord
with which it was bound gave. way,
and the sticks fell all down about the
-bank. :

“ There’s a good little maid,” said the
old woman to Kary, “help me to pick
up these, will you?” ,









GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 57

“I!” said Kary, quite astonished. “I never touch those sort of things! I
am going to be a king’s wife!”

“Indeed!” said the old woman.

: Yes, : answered Kary. “I shall be the wife of the first king who comes this
way.”

“Well-a-day !” aia the old woman. “And what do you mean to wear at
the wedding?”

“White, of course,” said Kary. “White fur. That is what queens wear.”

“Well now, ‘to think of that!” said. the old woman. “So you won't help me
with. my sticks?”

“How can 1?” said Kary. “I wonder how you can think of asking me!”
. “Because I see you have two hands,” answered the old woman. “What are
‘they for?”

“To look at,” “said Kary, and she held them up. “See how white and slim
they are!”

“T see!” said the old zc woman. “And are your
feet of the same oe use?”

“ Well, yes,” said Kary. “And to dance
with. Won't they look well in white
velvet slippers!”

“Very well!” an-











swered theold woman.

“Andnow, what would
you say to me if I were
to make you a present
of your wedding-

dress? Then you would be seatiy for the first king who came by!”

“Can you?” cried Kary, surprised. “I should be very much obliged to
»you! And I will remember you when I am a queen.”

“For,” thought she, “if I were well dressed, I: should look handsomer than
ever!”

“Agreed!” said the old woman. “You will not forget me!”



58 GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX.

And 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! j
And all day long thou shalt look at them, too:! ?



And Kary, to her great dismay, immediately became a: white kag
the same moment the old woman’s hooded cloak fell off, and Kary saw a beautiful
fairy standing before her, who said, smiling, “Cheer up, Kary! thou yet mayst
be a king’s wife!” and then disappeared, leaving Kary if great grief; for it was
such a shock, to be suddenly changed into’a kangaroo, the most ridiculous of all
creatures !

“Every one who sees me will laugh at me!” said she to herselt’ and she
felt so much ashamed of her appearance, that she leapt away from the river-side
as fast as she could, to hide herself in the wood, and at; every leap she made,
she felt more and more vexed and ashamed, for there were her little fore paws,
so white and slim, hanging up inthe air, just under her’ eyés, and do what she
would, she could not put them down! And there were her*long hind paws, in
their white velvet’ slippérs, “sticking out too
just under her eyes, She could not endure
the sight!

_ “Tf I could only walk sensibly: like any
other quadruped,” said she, “it would be
bearable, but to go tippering in this absurd
way with these silly little paws hanging out
in the air, it is enough to make one frantic !
What. king will ever make me his wife,
now?” | o
_ ~“‘And.as:she fled away through the fields
tothe woods, the cows all stopped eating ©
_to stare at her, and she was certain she
‘ heard them laugh. And when she got into .,
: the: wood, the little birds all: tittered, and
. .She’Knew they were tittering at her! ‘And
_ she was so angry, she could hardly con-
tain herself. But that did not mend the
-matter, for she could not do anything else
«but leap in this ridiculous: way, with her
‘ little fore paws up in the air.: And the
“ -very-hares, as they ran past her, grinned. -
At length she camé to a cave in 1 thie. woods, and’ she thought it would be a good
place to hide herself in. “So she’ went in there, ‘and Jay down in the darkest
corner of it.

“And, oh!” said she to herself in bitter ariel: “who would have thought that
I should have become the laughing-stock of the: whole world!”

“Serve her right!” cried Motty..

“So I think !” said Gray; “for. what i is more ridiculous than vanity 2%


























“Just like a girl; to be vain !”’said Motty, the next evening, at ‘How can n girls
be so silly!”

“Are boys never vain?” asked Granny. “Do you know I once saw a little







GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 59

boy standing before a bright brass warming-pan admiring his own curly
chair!”

Motty' got very red when Granny said this. He said no more about girls
being vain.

“Please, Gran,” said Eddie, “did Kary ever come out of the kangaroo?”

And Granny answered,—

“TI 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 herself, and she
resolved that she never would come out into the light again.

So, though she was hungry, she waited till the sun had set, and the birds and
hares were gone to sleep before she ventured to come out to find herself some
food.

And how she did hate herself as she went leaping along in that absurd way !
‘As for her little fore paws, hanging there just under her eyes, she would have
bitten them off, if it had not been painful to do that, they teased her so!
There they hung, seeming to say, “ Look at us! see how white and slim we are!”

“Well,” said she to herself, “at least there is no one to see me now!”

But just as she had said it, a great brown owl, who was sitting on a bough
overhead, began to hoot, and then another brown owl from an opposite tree
hooted inreturn. And Kary knew that they Sig
were mocking at her; and she fled away as
fast as she could out of the
wood, and over a great plain
beyond. And she fled on, till
she found that she could flee
no further, for she had come to
the sea.

“TI wish,” cried she, “oh, I
wish that I could go over the
sea, to some place where no other creatures live!”

And as she sat on the. shore in the moonlight, looking at
the sea, and wondering if she could swim over it, she saw a
little raft floating on the waves; and it came nearer and
nearer towards her. And she was feeling so wretched, that :
she did not much care whether she lived or died ; so, giving
~ a great leap, when the wave brought the raft near, she leapt
on it; and when the tide turned she went out to sea.

All night long Katy rode upon the waves, on her raft ;
but even there she had no peace; for the gulls would come
and look at her, in the moonlight ; and they flew in her
face, and made 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 laughing at her. Even the sharks te
put their heads up out of the water, and made faces at her. And she was obliged
to sit still and bear it.

At last, when the morning dawned, to her great joy she saw land. It wasa













sits



60 GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX.










wild-looking island, at a little distance. And the waves .cé
the beach; and Kary, sprat off. it, and leapt away amon

no living thing, not -even.a, bird;sto 8
she made a good brealslast, and then. |
for she was very tired. HD eae
She slept es and when she aw

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B Bao long she heard*a: great bustle ‘without :
‘and preset he entétied "thé



he princesses white; therefore nets of
nd so it was a great prize to med ‘Ke







“I won't be- your Wie

ary, “Sud aly facing him:
the wife of a ae 1

nee ator, ask

# anor
“< , kan-



oo

1 Lh Oak eC i pr : : =
sent a costly pair af ‘piace to Kary, to, ‘out on her little fore paws ; ; but-she

tossed them into the bearer’s face.







GRANNY’S STOR V-BOX. 61

And when the great kangaroo lords and ladies came to fetch her to the
wedding, she would not stir out of
the corner, to go with them.

“This is very shocking!” said
they. “Do you know -that if you
refuse to be the wife of the King,
you will be beheaded !”

“Behead me, then!” said Kary.
“T won't wed the King!”

“What zs to be done?” said the
prime minister. “His Majesty
waits for you, madam !”

“His Majesty must wait!” said
Kary. “Fetch the axe!”

And they parleyed so long that
the King came himself to see why
they did not come. And when he
found that Kary would xot be made
Queen, in a great rage he bid them
bring the axe. And, holding it up
to her, he cried —

“ Choose, madam, between us!”

“The axe, by all means!” said Kary. “I never will be Queen!”

And she laid herself down, all ready; and the King,
in his fury, chopped off her fore paws, and her hind

paws, and her head. No sooner had he done so,

than Kary became a little maiden again; and all
the kangaroos, and the King too, fled away
from her, in a great fright. And as Kary turned,
she saw standing beside her the old woman in
the hooded cloak.

“Well-a-day !” said she. “So you won’t be
the wife of a king, after all!”

“ Ah!” said Kary, “I am wiser now!”
And the old woman took Kary up, and put
her into the hood of her cloak, and flew away
_with her from Kangaroo Island. And she
set Kary down in her old place by the river-
side again, and then vanished.

But Kary would not look into the
water, now ; and running away to her
father’s cottage, she found the door
open, and her father and mother out.
So she took the broom, and tucked
up her frock, and began to sweep the
kitchen, and put it in order.
as And when they came home, they
cried, embracing her, “Is this Kary?”




















STORY OF NOBODY.

OW, Gran,” said Motty the next night, “you have told us about Goblins,
and Elfins, and Witches, and Brownies, and Fairies, and Fays; please,
is there any other sort of creature like these ?”
“Well,” replied Granny, “ what do you say to’a story about Nobody? Shall
I tell you about him ?”
“© Gran!” exclaimed Bobby, “that must be a funny story! Who is
Nobody ?”
“Ah!” replied Granny. “Who, indeed! He is the most wonderful kind
of elf!”
“Yes, please, Gran, tell us that !” cried Bobby, and Motty, and Eddie. And
Gran said :—

Well: now, it is a certain fact, to begin with, that Nobody has lived on the
earth ever since the Flood. And another fact, as certain, is, that Nobody
lives upon air.

Nobody’s head is covered with eyes and ears. Nobody has a hundred
hands, and a hundred legs.. Nobody can do just what he likes, and be in a
hundred places at the same moment.

All the mischief that is done in the world'is done by Nobody. All accidents
that happen are Nobody’s fault. All meddling is Nobody’s business.

And Nobody is so good-natured, that he does not mind what is laid to
his charge; though every word that people say against him, is heard by
Nobody.

If a house is on fire, it is sure to be Nobody’s fault; and while people —
shout, and scream, and scramble out as fast as they can, Nobody sits quietly
in the middle of the flames and brushes his hat.

When a schoolmaster has lost his cane, and it is nowhere to be found,
you. may be certain that this is Nobody's doing; and the boys say so, of
course. And the master looks grave, and says that somebody must have done
it; and that they shall all be caned. Nobody laughs then, and thinks it
fine fun!

When sweatmeats and’good ‘things disappear in that strange way in which
they often do, without anyone’s knowing how, you may depend that Nobody
has been at them. Not that he is greedy, in the least! Nobody is quite
indifferent to these things. But Nobody dances upon the ocean every night,
at one o'clock, and gives all the cenfits he gets to the fishes.

Oh, Nobody does the’ most impossible things! Nobody can swallow
down a flash of lightning, and be just as comfortable afterwards. Nobody
will kiss a laughing hyena, and laugh too. Nobody will put a red-hot
poker into one of his eyes, and say, “ How jolly!” Nobody will sit on the



GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 63

weather-cock’ of a spire, and smoke his pipe there. . Nobody will walk on
: eggs for fifty miles, and think nothing of it. No-
body can get into a bottle, and cork himself in.
Nobody makes cheese-cakes of soot, and apple-pie
of bear’s grease. Nobody has wings, and flies
round the world in the twinkling of an eye. No-
body will break all his bones, and not éare
a bit; and Nobody mends them again with
glue. Nobody sleeps’ in a donkey’s ear
with a bee’s wing for his blanket. Nobody
rides upon a water-spout
when he has no other
<*: horse. Nobody warms
himself at an iceberg
when he is cold. No-
body can bite a piece out of
the moon with his teeth, and
patch it up with sticking-
plaster. Nobody walks out
with a saucepan on his head
: when he can’t find his hat.
~ Nobody will sit in a tub of
boiling pitch and write verses,
and ask for his great-coat because
it is so chilly. Nobody will jump
into a poor woman’s empty por-
ridge-pot and stew himself for her
dinner, and come out none the worse.
Nobody will go on the sea-shore and
Ae sew the rocks together with a needle
and thread. Nobody takes live coals in his hand

to comb his hair with. Nobody will take a porcu-
pine and use him for an easy-chair. Nobody will
twist off a baby’s head and play at ball with it.

Nobody cares for nothing !

Nobody blots every little boy’s copy-book. No-
body spills all. the ink-that is spilt. No-
body ‘breaks all the windows that are
broken. Nobody finds all ‘the pins
that ladies lose, and sticks them into
his cheeks. Nobody . knows. where
the. flies sleep. Nobody knows what ~y
the fishes say. Nobody knows what ~
the black beetles do. Nobody can f\
even hear a man wink. t

Nobody knows exactly how many
inches there are in an hour, and can
hear the days go by... Nobody can see ue
the noise that the thunder makes, and ‘
hear the sun rise, and the moon change.





















64 GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX.

Nobody can smell the light, and make a posy of the sunbeams. These are
the sort of things that Nobody does.

And with all this, Nobody
is never conceited! There is
one thing, above all, that No-
body enjoys; and that is, to
be laughed at. Nobody likes
to be made game of !

There never was such a
being as this Nobody. Indeed,
if I were to: tell you of all his
strange ways, it would take
me all the time from now till
Freezig comes again. But I
will tell you what he did
once.

There was an old woman,
just as J might be; and she
had three grandsons, just as
you might be, you know.

Well: and so Nobody, who
is always busy everywhere,
saw these three little boys one day bury something in the corner of the garden,
behind a gooseberry-bush. And

~ ©© Gran!” cried Motty. “How could he have seen that? There was
no one else by, I am certain, but we three. And you were gone to
market!”

“Well, you see!” said Granny. “Nobody was by, and Nobody told
me!”

“Oh, if ever I knew such a thing!” exclaimed Bobby. “To think of that
now! Our secret!” :

“Well, Gran!” said Eddie. “I don’t think he could have told you a//, For
only we knew all about that!” :

“Ah!” replied Granny. “You had better take care in future ! Nobody »
hears all your secrets!”

“ And does he always go and tell you, Gran ?” asked Eddie.

“Ah!” answered Granny. “I only warn you! Shall I goon?”

“O please, yes, Gran!” said Motty. “I should like to see, now, if he nee
the whole thing!”

And Granny went on:

Well: and the little boys were as busy as could be there, grubbing at the
earth, to make a hole deep enough; and they whispered together, and Nobody

“heard what they said when they | put it in the hole.

“ Put what, Gran?” asked Motty, laughing.

“Why, that very thing,” answered Granny, “which they buried there. And
Nobody knows what they did it for!”

“Well, I never!” exclaimed Eddie. “And he told you, Gran!”

“Did he tell you that we sowed the egg, to make an egg-tree come? ”
asked Motty.





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GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 65

“ Nobody told me that,” said Granny.
“Tt was too bad of him, then!” said
Bobby. ‘ For we wanted to give you a great
surprise, Gran!”
> “And we have been watching and watch-
3 ing these many months,” said Motty, “to
see it sprout. We took it up
two or three times, to look;
‘but nothing has come of it
yet.”
: “That is Nobody’s fault, be
sure, then!” said Eddie. “Where
j was he, Gran ?”

“ Nobody was in the gooseberry
bush,” said Granny.

“Well!” said Motty, “it was
very sly of him! And can’t we
ever do anything without his know-
ing?”




















“No!” said Granny.

“Not even in the dark?”
asked Eddie.

“Nobody sees in the
dark,” said Granny.

“And does he know
what we are going to do, if we don't
say anything about it, even?” asked
Bobby.

“ Nobody knows everything !” said
Granny. “So take care what you
do!” :





STORY ABOUT FAIRY EMY’S FEAST,



OW, dear Gran!” said Eddie, the next night, “you will give us a nice
long new story, won't you?”

“Like Apple-pips,” said Bobby. «1 like that sort of adventures !”

“Well,” said Granny, “I must think, I am afraid you have had nearly. all
my store. And, indeed, I expect it will thaw before long.”

“ How sorry we shall be when it does !.” said Motty.

“What, to play on the green grass again, and see the lillies come up in the
garden ! ” said Granny. “And to see the apples and: eBoosePetrics coming!”

“T don’t know,” said Motty. “I think

nothing is really so _ jolly as your stories,
Gran!” ™

“Nothing !” ex
die.

“T always dream
“ Only think, Gran !
the little Brownie
sat on my bed, and
beat my face with
a ladle! And I
couldn't get away !
And at last I gave
her a great push,
and:she flew up the
chimney; and I
awoke and called Bobby. But he
was snoring so, he did not hear.”

“T-am sure I was not, then, Motty!” said Bobby.
“T never snore. It’s Eddie!”

“T!” exclaimed Eddie. “J don’t snore, I am sure.
It is you yourself, Motty, who snore!”

“T!” said Motty. “I was awake, I tell you! And I never
do snore, when I am asleep!” ;

“Tt must have been Nobody, then,” said Granny. “Nobody
snores, when he sleeps!”

“Tt must have been!” said Bobby. ‘No one else would make such an ugly
sound.”

“ But now, Gran, please! !” said Motty. “ Have you thought ?”

“Ves, I have thought,” said Granny, “several things. Shall I tell you one?”

“Yes, please, Gran ! !”’ cried the three little boys. ue

“Well, then,” said Granny, “one is, that snoring is an ugly sound; but
that contradicting sounds uglier still!”

“O Gran!” they cried, disappointed. “We won't do it again! Please ‘tell
us something else you have thought!” '







claimed ‘Bobby and Ed-

of them.!})said Motty.
, [dreamt last night, that







GRANNY S STOR YV-BOX. 67

“Well, I have thought too,” said Granny, “that little boys who won't cer-
tainly do it again, might perhaps like to hear a jolly fairy-tale. Do you think
_they would?”

“OQ yes, Gran!” cried Bobby, and Motty, and Eddie, “we are sure
of it!”

So Granny pee

Well: once upon—yes, once upon a little hill-side, stood a little house, in a
little garden. And in it lived a little girl. She was the dearest, prettiest
little girl you ever saw. She had blue laughing eyes, and rosy cheeks, and
golden curls dropping down all over her shoulders;.and her name was May,
and she was just like it.

All day long she played with the flowers, and the butterflies, and the birds,
in her little garden. And her mother used to watch her from the lattice,
while. she played, and love her with all her heart; and she called her her

Bonny May. And Bonny May used to run up: to her mother in the middle
of her play, and say—

“OQ mother, I am so very, very happy!”

Indeed, she wanted for nothing that could ‘make her happy; till one day,
when she saw Wym.

Now you must know that Wym is a little idle, peevish Elf, who goes about
the world trying to make everybody discontented about something; and if he
cannot find something, he makes them discontented about nothing. And even
little Bonny May he could not let alone.

One day, when she was sitting, as happy as could be, making daisy chains,
under a shady bank in the garden, which hid her from her mother's sight, Wym
spied her. He was perched upon one of the cones of the tall pine-tree over her
head, rocking in the air; for he is never at rest. So he gave a jump, and came
right down in front of Bonny May. And she said, “ You funny thing! what do
you want?”

“TI only came to have a little chat with you,” answered Wym. “You seem
very happy here!”

“Very!” answered Bonny May. “T couldn’t be happier, could I!”

“Why, as to that,” said Wym, “you could, indeed. If you only knew—but
you don’t know!”

“Know what?” asked Bonny May.

“Ah!” said Wym. “A...... h! Catch me telling you!”

“ Do tell me!” said Bonny May.

“T wouldn’t make you discontented for the world!” replied Wym. “You
poor little thing! how can you know, shut up in this garden always!”

“Know what?” asked Bonny May.

“Why, how jolly a thing it is to see something of the world, and to be
able to go where you please, and to do what you like,” said Wym. “Why,
the very birds and beasts in the forest are better off than you!”

“T never thought of that before!” said Bonny May.

“And it is of no use for you to think of it, now,” said Wym. “You poor
little thing! good-bye!” And giving a jump, he went over the garden hedge,
out of Bonny May’s sight.

Well: from that hour, a cloud came over Bonny May. She could think
of nothing else, but how the very birds and beasts were better off than she.







68 GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX.

And she made no more daisy chains; but she used to lie on the bank and
mope.



“T would rather. be anything hen a little ‘gifl, ina
little garden!” she thought. And her mother ona ee
what had come over Bonny May.
One day, as she lay there: mnoping; a saw
a dinky bird hop out of a hole:in the:
bank. It was a little dot of a. wren,
and quite «white, all“over. And
it'came hopping nearer and nearer
to Bonny May, and: looking up
at her with its very: Depht
little: eyes.
. And she cried, “O ‘you
little nice wee bird!
“come to me, come!”
And the bird came
hopping Hopping, and
vHopped upon the tip
of Bonny
May’s shoe,

- and looked up
in her face.

“O youlittle

nice wee
bird!” said
Bonny May.
“T like you
very. much!
Sing: to me,
sing! ”

— Andthelittle

- . = { bird. opened

mo? its beak, and sang,—





















“Bonny, Bonny May!
Say, O say!
_ Wilt thou come away
To my feast, to-day ?-
For I want'thee, Bomny, Bonny
i May!
sett ote lf “Oh what a pretty little song |
».° eried Bonny May. “And you
can speak like me! Where shall Icome?” "
And the little bird answered,—

“ Follow, follow me !
And thou shalt see
My little wondrous nest in the old plane tree !”
“What dear little songs you do sing!” said Bonny May. “ Show t me your
wondrous nest, you nice’ wee bird !”
Then the bird hopped off Bonny Mays shoe towards the hole. in the bank.
And eae May said,—

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? .GRANNY’S STOR YV-BOX. 69

“But I cannot get in there! It is too tight!”

Then the little bird went in,
and she lost sight of it By-
and-bye, however, it came
back with a small white berry
in its beak, which it put into
Bonny May’s mouth. And
as soon as she had
swallowed it, she be-
came a white wren!

Then the two little
birds hopped away
“. into the hole. And
Bonny May thought
it was most delight-
ful, for it was just
what she wanted !

So into the bank they
went, and there was a long
narrow passage, through
which they hopped. And
it was dark; and as they went
on, Bonny May said to the other










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70 GRANNYS STOR Y-BOX..

So when they had hopped a great way, they came out at the side of another
shady bank, in the middle of a forest. And then the little bird spread its wings
and flew, and Bonny May spread her wings.and flew too. How she did like
that! And they flew together, till they came to a great old plane-tree. It was
formed of three large planes, which had grown together into one; and in the
top of the stem there was a small hole, just big enough for the little wrens to
creep in at. And in there the little bird flew, and Bonny May followed.

And what should you think, now?. There was a flight of steps in the tree, .
down which they hopped, and came to a little door. And the bird pecked with
its beak at the door, and it opened; and when they came inside, Bonny May
saw that she was in a most beautiful little chamber. The walls of it were lined
with swan’s down, and at the tip of every flake of swan’s-down there. hung a
diamond for a light ; and they lighted up the whole chamber with such a dazzling
blaze, that at first Bonny ay could see nothing else.

But when her eyes got accus-
_ tomed to the light, she saw that
the bird was gone, and standing
before her was the most lovely
little being that any one’s eyes
could behold. It was a tiny
fairy about three inches high ;
her eyes were like the gentle
oom... stars, and her cheeks like morn-
ing daisies. Her dress was
made of the wings of white
butterflies, and on her head was
-a crown of pearls. She smiled
ee sweetly at Bonny May, and _ said,
ef J am the Fairy Emy. I love thee, Bonny
May Le?

es aber is the little nice wee bird!” said
Bonny May, “that brought me here ?”

“Tt was I,” said Fairy Emy ; “for I wanted
thee to come to my feast, Bonny May.”
“T shall like to come to your feast, very much,” said
Bonny May.

“Thou shalt go and invite my guests for. me,” said
Fairy Emy. “And first thou shalt go to the Brown
Dormouse.”

“Where shall I find him?” asked Bonny May.

“In the hollow of the beech-mast tree,” said Fairy
Emy. “And give him my compliments, and ask him to
come to my feast. Tell him that there will be a dish of
ripe red chestnuts on purpose for him. And mind thou
wake him well, or he will think it only a dream. Next, thou must go to the
Green Dragon-fly.”

“ Where “shall I find him?” asked Bonny May.

“Sitting on a bulrush,” said Fairy Emy, “by the pond in the fotest And
give him my compliments, and bid him to my feast, and ek him to bring his
cousins with him. Then thou must go to the Golden Wren.”









GRANNY S STOR Y-BOX. 71

“ Where shall I find him?” asked Bonny May.

“Tn his nest in the bank side,” said Fairy Emy. “And give him my compli-
ments, and invite him to my feast. Tell him that there will be a plate of red
cherries on purpose for him. And ask him to bring his babies with him. Next,
thou must go to the purple Emperor.”

“Where shall I find him?” asked Bonny May.

“On the daffodil, in the dingle,” said Fairy Emy. “And make my humble
compliments to his majesty, and pray him to honour my feast with his presence.
Then thou must go to the Stag-beetle.”

“Where shall I find him?” asked Bonny May.

“Under the mossy stone, by the great yew tree,” said Fairy Emy. “And
give him my compliments, and ask him to come to my feast, and to bring his
friend, the Cockchafer, with him. Next, thou must go to the Grasshopper.”

“Where shall I find him?” asked Bonny May.

“Among the long grass, in the glade,” said Fairy Emy. “And give him my
compliments, and bid him to my feast. Tell him there will be a goblet of the
purest dew-drops on purpose for him. And ask him not to leave his music
behind. Next thou must go to the Red-tailed Humble- Bee.”

“ Where shall I find him?” asked Bonny May.

“Among the wild thyme, on the bank,” answered Fairy Emy. “And give
him my compli-
ments, and ask
him to my feast.
Say that there
will be honey-
cake on purpose
for him. And,
lastly, thou must
go-to the Cric-
ket.”

“Where shall

I find him?”
asked Bonny
May.

“Onthe hearth-

stone, in the hut
. of the old woman
who lives just
outside the
forest,” said
Fairy Emy. “But before thou set off, I must give thee this bunch of white
berries. There, I tie it to thy neck. If thou find thyself in any danger, swallow
one, and thou shalt instantly become any other creature thou may’st think of.
Ask them all to be here by noon. And there will be a junket on purpose for
thee! Farewell, Bonny May!”
And Bonny May flew out of the plane-tree.



“And Granny’s little birdies must fly to roost!” said Gran.
So Bobby, and Motty, and Eddie laughed, and put out their arms for wings,
and went flying up, one after the other, ‘to bed, crying, “ Farewell, dear Gran!”



72 GRANNY S STOR Y-BOX,

“Now, Gran, please!” cried Eddie, the next ‘night, “we have flown back
again, to hear the rest of Bonny May.”

And Granny said:

Well : so away flew Bonny May, to the hollow in the beech-mast tree, first.





And she peeped in, and saw a nest of dry leaves, and in the midst of it, rolled up
in a ball, the Brown Dormouse, fast asleep. So she said—
“Brown Dormouse!”
But he did not hear. So she called a little louder, “ Brown Dormouse, please !’
Still he lay there, snoring; for Dormice are zof ashamed to snore. So she

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Not a bit of it! He didn’t hear what she said. So she cried,

“You are quite too lazy!” and hopped in, and gave him a peck with her
beak. Then he unrolled himself a little, and rubbed his eyes. And she
said—

“The Fairy Emy sends you her compliments, and hopes you will come to
her feast at noon. There will be a dish of ripe red chestnuts on purpose for you.
Mind, it’s not a dream!” And seeing that he still looked very sleepy, she gave
him two more pecks, which woke him quite; but he was so cross, that he did
not even. say, Thank you.

And while he sat up, looking at Bonny May, and she at him, a great fierce
hawk peeped into the hollow of the beech-mast tree. The Brown Dormouse
fled down into a little-hole, in the twinkling of an eye; but as for Bonny May,
she was so terrified, that she could think of nothing, in that moment, but a
frog; and gobbling down one of her white berries as fast as possible, she be-
came a frog instantly; and giving a great leap, scared the hawk, and it took
flight. Then Bonny May went leaping away to the pond in the forest. And
when she got there she saw the Green Dragon- fly, sitting on a bulrush. So
she made a curtsey, and said—

“The Fairy Emy sends you her compliments, and begs you will come to her
feast, and bring your cousins with you, at noon.”

And the Green Dragon-fly made an elegant bow, and said—

“T shall be most happy !”



But while Bonny May was looking at him, and he at her, a large
wild duck sprang out of the pond, and came waddling that way very fast
indeed.

“O dear!” thought Bonny May. “It doesn’t do to be a frog! Oh! what
shall I be ?—a rabbit!” And quickly swallowing one of the berries, which still
hung round her neck, she became a rabbit. Then, shaking her long ears at the
astonished duck, she scampered.'away to the bank side to find the Golden
Wren.



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74 GRANNYS STOR V-BOX.

There he was, sitting in his little nest, singing to his babies. So Bonny May
said— :

“Excuse me!”

And the Golden Wren smiled politely, and answered—

“Pray don’t mention it!”

“But I must, please,” said Bonny May. “The Fairy Emy sends you her
compliments, and invites you to her feast at noon: She begs you will bring your —
babies, and desires me to say that there will be a plate of red cherries on
purpose for you.”

“JT shall be charmed,” answered the Golden Wren. “But excuse me!”

“Pray don’t mention it!” said Bonny May. &

“But I must, please,’ said the Golden Wren. “There is a fox behind

you !”
“O dear!” thought Bonny May. “It doesn’t do to be a rabbit! What shal
I be now? An owl, suppose!” And
swallowing another of her berries, in
great haste, she changed into a large
white owl, and flew away, hooting at the
disappointed fox.

And so she flew to the dingle, to find
-the Purple Emperor.

There he was, sitting on a daffodil,
winking. And Bonny May alighted be-
fore him, and said—

“May it please your Majesty ! The
Fairy Emy makes you her humble com-
pliments,and prays you to honour her feast
with your presence at noon.”

And the Purple Emperor looked
graciously ; but it was beneath his dignity
to make any answer; his silence was
sufficient.

“Ah!” thought Bonny May, “it is a
good safe thing to be an owl!” And
she was about to fly in search of the
Stag-beetle, when she found that her
claws were caught in a net’ which was
laid just where she had alighted. “O
dear!” thought she. “It does not do to
be an owl! What shall I be? A daddy-
long-legs! no one cares for them!” So
she ate another berry, and became a
daddy-long-legs. And she went spinning
away through the air to the mossy stone



under the great yew-tree,

There she found the Stag-beetle, in a brown study—Nobody knows what
about! So Bonny May said—

“ Sir! ”

And the Stag-beetle raised his horns, and listened. And she said—

“The Fairy Emy sends you her compliments, and asks you to her feast



GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 75

at noon. And she begs that you will bring your friend the Cockchafer with
you.”

“Your most obedient!” said the Stag-beetle, and then he put down his horns
again, and went back into his brown study under the mossy stone.

“Now. for the Grasshopper!” said Bonny May to herself. But at that
moment a hungry wood-pecker came gliding round the trunk of the old
yew-tree, with his eyes fixed
on her. And she, ina great
fright, thought, “ I had better
be an elephant at once!”
and swallowing another white
berry, she became an ele-
phant. And the wood-pecker,
seeing this monstrous sight,
hid himself, lest Ze should be
eaten.

Then Bonny May stalked
away to the forest glade, to
find the Grasshopper. And
she thought it was a capital
thing to be an elephant.
“Nothing can hurt me now!”
she said.

Presently she heard the
Grasshopper chirping.

So she said, “Mr Grass-
hopper!”

And he jumped up out of
the long grass into a butter-
cup, and looked very much
scared at her. And she
thought—

“T must speak gently, or
the noise will throw him into
a fit!” So she said, in an
elephant’s whisper—

“ The Fairy Emy sends you
her compliments, and hopes oo
you will come to her feast at noon. She bids me say there will be a goblet of
the purest dew-drops on purpose for you, and begs you will not leave your
music behind.” :

“Certainly, certainly!” answered the Grasshopper, hurriedly; and leaped
out of sight as he spoke. For he could not get over his alarm at such a great
world of a monster.

But the monster soon came to an end; for Bonny May had hardly gone three
steps more, when she fell headlong into a deep pit.

“O dear!” thought she. “It does not do to be an elephant! What shal/
I be now? A mole! then if I fall into a pit, I can get out again. Yes, I
will be a mole!”

So she swallowed another berry, and became a mole, and then crept out of





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the pit, and went to find the Red-tailed Humble-bee, among the wild thyme
on the bank. :

There he was, meekly gathering the little drops of honey. And Bonny May
said—

“ Humble-Bee! The Fairy. Emy sends: you her compliments, and invites
you to her feast ‘at noon. And she says there will be honey-cake on purpose
for you.” as

And the Red-tailed Humble-Bee blushed

all over, and said,
fidgeting about (for he was very shy)—



eine “The honour is too
pat. *o~» great!”

‘ Then Bonny May
said to herself, “ Now
there is only the Cric-
ket to go to, and then
I shall have done.”
But as she was just
setting off to find him,
a stoat, who had been
watching her from his
hole, darted out after
her; and he was so
quick, that she had
time to think of
nothing else; so swal-
lowing another berry,
she changed into a
stoat herself. And
he looked very much
4 surprised, and said,
with a bow—

“T—I beg your
pardon! I made a
mistake, I think !”-

“Pray don’t think

3 of it!” said Bonny

May, bowing too.
And he returned to
his hole, while she ran
off to the old woman’s
hut.

The door was open,

; and no one within.
So Bonny May crept to the hearth, and was
x just inviting the Cricket, who lay basking
there, when in came the old woman from market with her dog. ,
“O ho!” she cried. “Here is the ugly stoat who sucks all my eggs! bold
thing! At him, Pincher!” And she shut the door quickly.
Poor Bonny May! she had barely time to swallow her last berry, and
become a snail, which was the only safe thing she could think of. And



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CONTENTS.

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THE ORANGE WITCH.
STORY ABOUT FREEZIG.
STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS.

, STORY ABOUT THE BROWNIE. ; &

STORY ABOUT THE ones OF THE KANGAROOS.
STORY OF NOBODY.

STORY ABOUT FAIRY EMY’S FEAST.

THE LAST STORY.
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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLOUR

GRANNY SAID, SMILING, “WHAT DOES ALL
THIS MEAN ?”












~~ “MARY ON DOOR STEP.
SNOWIG IN HER CHARIOT.
EIN BREAKING IN THE PANEL.
EDDIE ON THE HOB.

THE TWELVE LITTLE BOYS CHANGED INTO
WHITE RABBITS.

EDDIE, MOTTY, AND BOBBY PLAYING RABBITS.
ELLA MAKING PORRIDGE.

KATTY BY THE RIVER SIDE.

KATTY AND THE OLD WOMAN.

MOTTY ADMIRING HIMSELF IN THE WARM-
ING PAN.

KARY SWEEPING THE KITCHEN.
2 MOTTY’S DREAM OF THE BROWNIE.
BONNIE MAY.

HOWIE AND THE PIG.

AND ONE HUNDRED BLACK AND WHITE IN THE TEXT.

Granny's Story=Bor.

NCE upon a time there were three little
brothers, whose names were Bobby, Motty,
and Eddie. They lived together in a poor
cottage with their old grandmother, whom

they dearly loved. She was a good Granny to them,

and took great care of them. She
taught them to spell and to read, and
to dig and to weed ; and, in the winter
evenings, when the snow lay thick and
deep. round their cottage for weeks
together (for they lived in a very cold
country), they used to sit
round the fire and knit,
while their Granny told
them stories. How they

did like that, to be sure!

They were never tired of

listening to her ; and when

she said it was bedtime,
they could not believe it.

Oh, she had such wonder-

ful stories, this dear old

Granny! She knew the

history of all the Fairies

and Elfins that ever were.

a Sse s fore “How I wish the snow

would come!” said Motty,

one winter’s day, when they
were all playing together
in the garden.

“So do I,” answered Bobby,
“with all my heart. I like it
when the door is snowed up, and
we cant get out. It is such
fun!”
= - “And then come the funny
stories, too,’ said Eddie “I
wonder how many hundred stories our Gran
knows. She tells us new ones every winter.
Oh, I wish it would snow to-morrow!”

“Gran says,” said Bobby, ‘that the old Blue

Witch who rides upon the north wind, brings the snow. She shakes it out of

her feather-bed, when she is in a rage!”

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2 GRANNY S STOR YV-BOX.

“Ts that true?” asked Motty. “What makes her in a rage?”

“Why, the north. wind,” replied Bobby. “It is so rough, and blusters, and
flusters, and blows her curls about, and makes her nose red; and then she gets
angry, and snows,’

“Well, our Gran zs very wise,” said Motty. “Who would have known that
but her?”

“No one,” answered Bobby. “She knows everything!”

“Does she know when it will snow?” asked
Eddie. “I wish we 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 first thing they
saw was the white snow, which
lay thick on the branches of the
fir-tree that peeped in at their
window, and all. over the
~ ground!
“The old witch was in a_
rage last night,” said Motty, in
a low voice, as they were dress-
ing. “Do you think she heard
us?”
“T don’t know,” answered Bobby.
“And f don’t care,” said Eddie ;
“for we shall have Gran and stories
to-night.”
And so, when it began to grow dusk in
the evening, and supper was done, and the
kitchen put in apple-pie order by the little boys,
and Granny’s great arm-chair had been carried
by all three together to the chimney-corner, and
three little stools set round it,,Granny said smiling, “ What does all this mean ?”
“Now, Gran, you know quite well!” they answered. And they. 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 Granny sat down in
her arm- -chair, and stirred up the logs on the hearth with a long stick, which
was her poker, and made a bright blaze. Then she lit a pine torch for a candle,
and stuck it in a hole on the “hob ; and the three boys took.their knitting out
of the basket, and Granny took hers: and she said, “ Well!”
And they answered, “Well, Gran!”
So she began.—












THE ORANGE WITCH.

ELL: now, did you ever hear of a house
made of oranges? Well, there was one

once; and it stood in the middle of a thick
wood. it belonged to a cruel old witch, who lived,
not upon oranges, but upon little children, Seed
And she was so cunning, this old witch !
She built her house of oranges, on pur-
pose to entice the little children to
come to it. Then, if they pulled
out one of the oranges, the whole
house came pelting down upon
them, and stoned them to death:
that made their flesh tender for
cooking: and the old witch boiled
and ate them with great delight.
Now, wasn’t that cruel? But do
you know, I think it served greedy
little thieves right.

Well: there was a village near this
wood, and in this village lived a poor old
man, who had two children. One was a
little girl—her name was Minny,—and the
other was a little boy, whose name was Dot.
And Dot and Minny were always together ;
they loved one another so much. And they took
. care together of their father, who was very old.
They lit his fire, and made his bed, and swept the
room, and put it tidy ; and did all they could think
of to help him, and make him comfortable. But, at last, the old man grew

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so feeble that he could not leave his bed; and one night he called Dot and
Minny to him, and said, “My dear children, I am going to die, and you will be

‘left to take care of yourselves. I give you one charge: let nothing ever tempt
you to go into the great wood. There lives a cruel witch in it, who devours
little children. Let nothing ever tempt you to go into the great wood. Now
kiss me, my children.” And Dot and Minny leaped up on the bed,-and kissed
their father, and cried; and in the morning, when they woke, he was gone.

So they lived together, Dot and Minny, and loved each other more than ever.
But they were very poor, and often very hungry. They hardly knew how
to get food from day to day. Sometimes the neighbours gave them food ; some
times Dot and Minny: went out and gathered wild fruits, and made a store which
lasted them for sometime; sometimes they earned a little by weeding for the
farmers; but when the winter came they almost ‘starved. _ One cold day they
had nothing at all to’: eat. Poor little things! they sat on the doorstep and
cried. Three boys. passed by ; they said to Dot and Minny, “ What ails you?”
And Dot answered, ‘?We are very hungry!”

“Oh, come with: : hen,” replied the boys. “We are going to get oranges
in the wood.”

“Oranges!” exc med Dot and Minny with one voice.

“Yes, oranges;‘there is a heap of oranges, they say, in the middle of the
wood, as big as a ‘House. Come, and you won't be hungry,” said the boys.

“Father said there: was a cruel old witch in the wood who would eat™us,” said
Minny. ‘He warned us not to go there.”

“Stuff! an old.ivitch, indeed!” answered the boys, and they need ¢ ' And
one of them said, “I’saw the oranges with my own eyes last night—suich a pile!
but I was afraid stay to get them then, it was ‘So dark. Now we7are all









em?” asked Minny. “ Are they anybody’s?” —

The boys laughed, and answered, “May we? We are not going to -ask the
wood’s leave! they are nobody's. 2 me

“Then they are not yours, ” said ee ao “T shan’t go. Youswon’t
go, Dot 2” Be

But Dot said nothing. Poor boy ! .it “was ‘a hard trial for hi He could
not bear to see Minny hungry and pale. oy

“Come; Dot,” said the boys. “ Minny is afraid: to: go You
need not be away half-an-hour. He will come back’ with" , Minny.”

“Oh, Dot, don’t go! ! iM cried Minny. “I wetld rather:die of hunger thaii that
you should do wrong.” *

“Wrong !” exclaimed the boys, “you goose! Don’t listen to her, Dot. You
wouldn't let her starve like a coward, would you?”

And Dot. said, “I shall go and see, Minny. There can’ be no harm in that.
And if I see the witch I shall run back to you with Se ny sight I am only
going to see.’

“That’s right, Dot,” said the naughty boys. “ Show your spirit |”

“'Tis an evil spirit,” said Minny, “if it makes you do wrong. Dot, will you
leave me all. alone?” ° By

“Come, Dot,” said the boys. “Why, you would have been back by this
time!”

“T shall soon be back, dear Minny,” said Dot, kissing her; and he ran off
with the three boys, while Minny sat again on the door-step, and cried.





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“Now,” said Granny, “tis bed-time.”

“Oh, Gran!” cried Bobby, and ;Motty, and Eddie, “that’s wast what you
always do when the story gets
to the part we want most to
hear! Just we go to bed
this very minute?”

.€And Gran said, “Yes, my
darlings!”

So they jumped up like
good boys, without another
word, and put their knitting
in the basket and their stools
against the wall, and kissed
Granny, and said, “A happy
night to you, Gran.”

And then they scrambled
up-stairs to see who could be
in bed first, that the morning might come‘all the sooner



_ How quickly the little boys ran the next evening to drag Granny's arm-chair
into its place by the hearth! and the stools, and the great basket too! But it
was Granny's washing day,
and they had to wait a little
for her. So they sat on their
stools, and talked.

And Bobby said, “I wonder
if. the old witch ate Dot! I
hope not.”

“Well,” said Motty, “he
oughtn’t to have gone I
hope she ad eat those other
naughty boys.”

And:Eddie said, “I daresay
she made them into a pie.”

They all laughed; and
Motty said, “What is a witch
like, I wonder?”

“Ves, I wonder,’ said
Bobby. “Let’s ask Gran ;
here she comes. 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 many kinds of
witches. Some are big, very big, as big as a hayrick; and some are little, no


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taller than my hand. Some are red, and some are green, and some are yellow.
Some have one eye in the middle of their faces, and some have snakes for their
hair. Some have long nails, like tigers’ claws, and some dart flames out of their |
mouths. But there is one mark by which you may always know a witch; all witches
have hooked noses and chins, which just meet, and make them 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 : where Minny sat on the step and cried.” Well:

So Dot and the three boys ran all together into the wood : and they ran till they
came in sight of the orange-house, Then they stopped for a minute to take breath.

‘“There’s a pile for you!” said one of the boys. “ Didn’t I say so?”

“Tt zs a pile!” said another. “I never saw such a thing in my 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, lest we should be caught. We may never have such a feast again.”

The old witch heard all they said. How pleased she was to see four jolly
little boys falling into her trap!

“ Ah, ah!” she muttered to herself, “a feast indeed! I-shall have boiled meat
to-morrow, and roast meat the next day, and bubble-and-squeak the third. A
feast indeed!”

She was sitting inside her orange-house like a spider in his web, peeping
through the chinks, with her one
eye, at the little boys. Now her one
eye was red, like fire; and it shone
very fiercely and brightly: and Dot,
who had been all this time looking
earnestly at the wonderful pile of
oranges, suddenly saw something
sparkling and gleaming among
them.

“Look!” he said, in a low voice, as
he pointed to it. “ What is that?”

But when the old witch heard
this, she shut up her eye directly.

“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!” answered Dot. “It moved!”
“Nonsense!” they replied, laughing. “There’s nothing. What are you afraid
of? Why, you are as great a coward as Minny, after all! Come on, you

9)

goose!” And they proceeded towards the orange-house.

But Dot hung back, saying, “I saw it move! I’m afraid!” And he thought
of what his father had said about the witch in the wood; and he trembled
greatly. He did not know what to do: he was afraid to stay behind alone, and
afraid to venture near the cause of his alarm. So he followed the three boys at
GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 7

a little distance; and when they drew close to the orange-house, he stayed
behind some bushes, to see what would happen.

The biggest boy advanced boldly and seized an orange in each hand, and
the others did the same. In an instant the whole 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 were bruised and
broken in every limb.

Then, O horror!
the most hideous old
witch you ever be-
held, with a fiery eye
as big as a pumpkin,
and a nose like an
elephant’s tusk,
sprung out of the
midst, with four
great meat-hooks in
‘her hand. She stuck
one into each of the
little boys; and then,
looking about her,
muttered, “I thought
I saw four of them!”

How Dot did
tremble and quake,
to be sure! He was
too frightened . to
move. He thought
the old witch would
fly after him and
seize him if he tried
to run away. He
could just see her
through the bushes ;

_but luckily, she did
not see him: so,
stamping with her
foot on the ground,
the earth opened,
and she went down
into it, dragging the three boys on the hooks after her: for you must know, that
the witch’s kitchen was under ground. Then the earth closed again; and, to
Dot’s great surprise, the oranges, which were scattered all about, began to move,
‘and to be very busy. Dot thought this was rather funny, and he watched to
see. what they were going to do. And what do you think they did? Why,
they built up the orange-house of themselves, just as it was before. For, you
see, these oranges were not common oranges: they were bewitched.

Then Dot saw how it all was: and he thought to himself, “What an escape
I have had indeed! How could I have been so naughty! Minny said true
enough when she said it was an evd/ spirit that tempted me to go! Poor Minny!
and I left her alone to cry! I must make haste back to her to comfort her.”


8 GRANNY’S STORV-BOX.

So Dot began to run, as fast'as he could, away from the horrible orange-house.
But he did not know the way,—for he 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 his way 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 it became so dark that he could not even see any path; and the thick bushes
seemed to him like monsters all around, stretching out their arms to clutch him.
He sat down under a great pine-tree and cried for very fear. “O Minny!” he
exclaimed, “my Minny! J shall never see thee more! Oh, how could I ever
be so foolish!”



There he sat and cried in the darkness... At length the Moon came out from
behind the black clouds, and shone down upon the wood, and through the
branches of the pine-tree, and upon the tear-drops on Dot’s cheeks: and he
looked up, 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 at him. And the longer he looked, the more sure
he was that it was looking and smiling at zm. And then it nodded at him,—
yes, it certainly did! So he spoke to it, and said, “O good Moon!”

And the face answered, smiling kindly, “Well! ”

“Will you help me?” said Dot.
GRANNY’S STORY-BOX. 9

“Yes, I will,” answered the kind face; “but you must give me something if I do!”

“T will give you anything I have,” said Dot; “but I have so few 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.”

“T have nothing worth giving to any one,” said Dot, sorrowfully. “Iam poor.”

“Yes, you have something I want,” replied the face. “I have often looked
at it through your cottage window at night; and I want it.
Promise me, and I will bring you safe back home.”

“O yes, yes!” cried Dot, “you shall have it, whatever
itis!” 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 me, and go where I point!” Anda long finger, like a
cow’s horn, came out of the Moon and pointed ; and Dot
followed -the 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 said
good-bye. And Dot found himself just out of the wood, and
soon came in sight of his own cottage. How glad he was!

Minny was not sitting on the door-step, however.

“ She is in bed, and asleep, I dare say,” said Dot to him-
self. He peeped in at the window. There hung the brass
warming-pan, shining as brightly as ever. :

He opened the door, and sprang forward to kiss his darling
Minny. “Minny! I’m comeback!” But Minny was gone!

“ And you must go,’ said Granny to her three boys.

“ Oh, Gran! Oh, a little bit more, Gran! We shan’t be
‘able to sleep for wondering what has'become of Minny,”
they cried. .

“Perhaps the oon will tell you, when you are in bed ees
if you go like good boys,” answered Granny, kissing them. And away they ran.




10 GRANNY’S STORY-BOX. :

“Well,” said Granny, as she seated herself in her arm-chair, the next evening,
with her boys round her, “did the moon tell you where Minny was ?”

“Oh, Gran, no!” cried Bobby. “We lay awake such a long time looking at it ;
but no face came init to speak tous.”

“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 Aer that the face in the Moon wanted ?”

“Well, Motty,” answered Gran, “ that was not a bad guess.” Well, then—

You must know that when Dot left Minny crying on the door-step, it was
about mid-day. Poor little
thing! she thought her heart
would break when she saw Dot
go. She dared not follow him:
not because she was afraid to
go into the wood, but because
she was afraid to do wrong.

She sat there, looking in the
way that Dot went, and hoping
that he would come back. But
when an hour passed, and then
another, and another, and no
Dot came, she was alarmed,
and her tears fell very fast.
“Oh, Dot, Dot!” she cried,
“come back! come back to
Minny!” But Dot did not
hear her. Hewas far away in
the deep wood. -And it grew
dark, and evening came, but
no Dot. Still Minny sat on
the door-step, hoping he would
come. She could not go in
and sleep till he was safe back.
And the night crept on. .

She had had no food all day;
and now she was very hungry,
and very faint, and spent with
crying, Her head grew giddy, and she could not sit up any longer. All her
strength seemed gone: she sank down from where she was sitting, and lay on
the ground, with her head on the door-step. She thought she was dying. At
last all sense and power of thought forsook her, and she fainted away.

At that very moment the kind face of the Moon peeped out from the dark
clouds, just above where Minny lay, and looked down on her in pity. It had
often looked down upon, and loved her innocent face, as she lay sleeping on her
little bed within the cottage. And now it sent down a bright 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. There the gentle moon-beams shone










GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. Il

on her, and sweet airs fanned her; and she awoke from her faint, and wondered
where she could be. “Dot!” she exclaimed, “where are you? am I dreaming?”

Then the. moon-beams brought her-food in vessels of: light; and she ate and
was refreshed. And she rose up and wandered over the palace, and through
the beautiful gardens round 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 the cottage and the wood were gone.

And there she lived, among the flowers and the birds, and the kind soft
moon-beams. Her pretty star was
full of lovely things,—such things as
she had never seen before,—and the
gentle moon-beams played around
her, and waited on her. She wanted
for nothing. She was never hungry
or cold now.

But she mourned for Dot: she
could not forget him. She thought
he must have fallen into the hands _ ,7
of the cruel witch, and she often wept “
for him, 4

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 with
me? I love you, little Minny!”

And Minny answered, “O Dot,
Dot! let me go to Dot!”

Then the kind face said, “When
Dot is good he shall come up to
thee!” |

And what was Dot doing all this
time?. Poor boy! when he found that Minny was gone he was miserable
indeed. He sought her everywhere; but no one had seen her. Then he said,
“Tt is a just punishment to me. How could I leave her! Oh, my Minny!”
And he shut himself up in the cottage and lived there all alone, mourning for
his fault. And every night the kind face in the Moon looked down at him
when he slept: and at length, when it saw how sorry he was, one-night it sent
down the gentle moon-beam to carry him up softly in his ‘sleep to Minny’s
star. And when he awoke he was clasped in Minny’s arms!



“ 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 good night, my darlings!”






OW, Gran,”

there, Gran?”
i.“ Well...











teeth chatter.”
“Oh, tell us about Freezig!”
running in with a great armful

said Bobby, the ne
and bring us out anew story.

answered Granny, “I never ‘dounted” Bas,

a



ou ‘Please; ‘Gran? » Gata: M ott ty
your ‘story-box ?. It:mus: be
be.in:your head? 5



“An!” replied ‘Gaaay a
secret! Never mind where tory-
said

Eddie, “if she-tells us wi
Sem smiled and._at



“Did Ii never tell you i abbut 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 is a story to: make one’s

cried Motty and Eddie. And Bobby came
of logs, which he threw on the hearth ;.and



‘ GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 13

the bright flame blazed and crackled up the chimney, while the little boys drew
their stools 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’t say; no
one recollects it. But
it was so. And people
lived all the year
round in the bright
warm sunshine, and
there was no such
thing known as a fire
in those days. They
cooked their food in
the sun.

Well, you must
know that at that
time there was war
between the Elfins
and the Goblins.
Now, the Elfins were
the good spirits of
the earth, and the
Goblins the evil ones.
The Goblins were cruel, and spiteful, and mischievous, and did all the harm they
could to mankind. While the Elfins were gentle and kind, and always ready
to help and do good to men.

The King of the Goblins was called the Great Kobold. Oh, he was such a
monster as you never beheld! He had no legs: his body was like a great huge
ball, as big as this room; and instead of walking, as people do, he rolled.
He had also a pair of wings, and he could fly. It was a funny sight, as you
may think, to see him fly!

Then his head—that was an astonishing thing! It was just like a porcupine,
all over long black spikes, except in one ‘spot, where he had a hole for a mouth.
As to a nose, Goblins don’t have noses, ever. His eyes were about a thousand
in number, one at the tip of each spike, and he could see a mile with each.
His arms were long and shiny, like snakes, with pincers at the end, instead of
fingers. And what do you think he used them for? To pick out little children’s
-eyes! There was nothing the Great Kobold liked so weil as a dish of pickled
eyes. Ah! you may well turn pale. It was very horrible, wasn’t it? But the
Great Kobold cannot do such things now: he was punished for it at last.

Well: the Great Kobold took for his wife the Red Witch of Mount Cotopaxi.
She was a fire-witch, and darted flames out of her mouth and eyes when she
was angry. And they had one son, whom she called Freezig. He was nota
much greater 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.




14 GRANNY S STOR Y-BOX.,

They thought him the most lovely creature that ever was seen, for there had

-never been such a thing before as a white Goblin. And as he was an only son,

they spoilt him dreadfully, and let him do whatever he liked; so that Freezig
grew up to be the most evil and wicked of all the Goblins. Oh, he was so
spiteful, this Freezig! even the other Goblins hated him; for he tormented
everything he came near,—it was his delight,—and when he could find nothing
else to torment, he tormented the young Goblins of his father’s court, pulling
out their spikes,.and pinching them with his pincers, whenever he pleased ;

while his father and mother laughed, and said that their. Freezig was such a
lively Goblin !

And now I must.tell you about thé Elfin King. He 3 was very unlike the
Great Kobold. He was small and taper, and covered with, golden scales... He
had one leg, on which he hopped ; and silvery wings, on whith he flew, as swiftly
as a little humming-bird. He lived chiefly among#the winds, and‘ falling i in love
with the Blue Witch, who rides on:the north wind, he madey her, his queen:
But he did not know then what a tempestuous temper she had, or-I- believe he
would have thought twice about it. ‘She was nearly as’ passionate as the Red
Witch:.of Mont Gotopaxi; and
whenever these .two-w tches met,
they ‘quarrelled so. vidlently.t that
at produced a hurricane. _,
_ Now, the Elfin king ha
ost beautiful little da
~-She had, golden; shairrdownt és,
3 wiles were # like
sthe® flowers : -of Spring. She was

his heart's. delight.. He tookthe
most ‘tender care ,of det, and
could tages bear herwto be out
of his sight fora. moment. She
was very tiny é 0 _tinty,, that she
could ‘sit ,.on. hi Shand,: and he
gave her alittle? chariot of a
single pearl, which was drawn by
twelve butterflies. And he called
her Snowig.. :

How he did love her, to be
sure! and she him !- What she
liked best of all was to sit upon
_one of his. witiés when he went
yas so pleasant,

Pp, up, ever so

high,:.and seeing all the beautiful

' things-that.are,to be seen; among

the stars, and the sunset clouds; and then to sit upon, the rainbow, and come
gliding down on it to the earth again. Oh, that was most delightful !

But, alas! one unlucky day, when the Elfin king was gliding down the rain-
bow with Snowig on his wing, the Goblin Freezig 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 playing near; for Freezig liked pickled eyes as much as his























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GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 15

father did. But when he caught sight of Snowig, and her golden hair shining
in the sun, he forgot the 5 aE pickled eyes and
everything else. As soon C as she was out of
sight, he flew home to his mother,














the Red Witch, and cried:
“Mother! I ~ have seen the

most lovely thing | that

ever was! a little tiny

creature,
hair
feetand

oe

with golden
down to her
her smiles
were like
the flowers
‘of Spring.

at 2
nae



% Lage te
RS ect eerie

I must have her for my own!”

“My son,” sn answered the Red
Witch, “you do not know what you ask. It is Snowig, the daughter of the
Elfin king.”

“And I am Freezig, the son of the Great
Kobold,” he cried, in a passion ; “and I shall
have what I please! I must have Snowig ;
1 well have Snowig’;
get her forme!”

“Well, well, there,
be quiet,” answered
his mother, “there’s
a 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

hope not!”
“Ah!” said
Granny, “go to

bed!”
16 a GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX.

“Now,” said Granny the next evening, “1 know you are all agog to hear what
happened to Snowig, so I will go straight on.” :

Well: so Freezig went eye-hunting again, as I said; but he could think of
nothing but the lovely little daughter of the Elfin king. Not that he loved
her; no, not a bit! He loved nothing; he could not love, for he had no heart.
But he wanted her for a plaything, because she was so pretty, and to have
her for his own, to tease and torment her. And he could not rest, he coveted
her so. And when he had amused himself enough with eye-hunting, he took the
eyés home to his mother, who pickled them.

Then he said, “ Mother, when shall I have Snowig ?”

“T. don’t know,” said the Red Witch, as she stirred up
the vinegar. “It will be a hard matter to get
her, my dear Free- zig. She is hardly ever out
of her father’s sight ; and her mother, the Blue
Witch of the north wind, is my _ greatest























enemy.”
“I don’t care,” answered Freezig.
“T must and will have her!’
And the Red Witch replied,

“The only
any chance
when she
alone. But
only when.
mother are
wait till
“ Oh, I
wait, I can’t
‘zig, rolling
“T won't eat,

time when therewill be
of seizing her will be
goes out in her chariot
that is very seldom—
her father and
away. You must
then.”
can’t wait, I can’t
wait,” cried Free-
about ina rage.
I won’t drink,

till you get me Snowig!” and he took the dish of pickled eyes and threw 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 soon as I can get her.”

“What's all this!” cried the Great Kobold, rolling in. “Ha! pickled eyes!
how good! how good!” and he picked them up one after another with his
pincers, and ate them all. Then Freezig began to cry, because there were none
left for him. Ah, he was thoroughly spoilt, wasn’t he! So at last, when his
mother saw there would be no peace till he had what he wanted, she took him
out riding with her on her fiery dragon, saying that they would go and look
for Snowig.

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GRANNY’S STOR V-BOX. 17

Now, it unfortunately happened, that that very afternoon the Elfin king and
his- queen had been invited to a grand banquet in the Sun, and Snowig was

left behind in the palace. So she went out _ into the palace gar-
dens to see them go, as they went up in their mother-of-pearl char-
iot, attended by vall their oan It was a ~~~ pretty sight, and she


















wishedshe could go 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 silver wand,
and said—

“ Chariot, come !
They’re all from home,
And I will roam :
O pretty chariot, come !”

And her chariot came to her directly, drawn
by the twelve butterflies, all harnessed in gold.

For this little silver wand was a fairy
wand, that her father had given her, with
which she could call anything to come to

her, and it came.
So she said to the
butterflies, “ Take me
‘up to that pretty little
white cloud.” And
they flew away up in the air, and bore her to the white cloud, where she
amused herself with watching the other clouds, as they chased one another down
the sky, and ran races.

But before she had been there long, she saw something very odd-looking
appear in the air, coming towards her. “Tt was not a cloud: she could not think
what it was: It was very bright, fiery red, and green, and yellow, and white: and
she looked and wondered, till it came near. Then she saw the Red Witch on
her dragon, and Freezig, with his thousand eyes, 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 hear her scream. Go
to her, Freezig, and gently ask her to come with you.”

So Freezig spread his wings, and flew to the little cloud on which Snowig sat.

She did not know what this strange creature was which stood before her, but
she thought he was very ugly. So she said, “ Who are you?”

“T am Freezig,” said the Goblin, looking as pleasant as he could.

“T don’t like you, then,” replied Snowig. “Go, Freezig!” And she waved
her silver wand. But it had no power over Freezig.

“T shan’t go,” he answered. “TI shall stay here as long as I please.”

“What do you want?” asked Snowig.

“T want you, pretty Snowig,” he replied.

“Me!” cried Snowig. “Get away, you ugly Freezig! I don’t like you
at all!”

B
18 ; GRANNY’S STORY-BOX.

“Don’t you?” said Freezig. “Dll make you likeme! Say that you like me,
instantly, or I will pluck out every one of your golden hairs !”

“Oh! oh!” cried Snowig. “I like you!.but oh, oh! get away!” i

“Yes, I will get away,” he replied; “but you shall come with me. Come with
-me directly, or I will pinch out your eyes!”

“Oh! oh!” cried Snowig, terrified. “I can’t come with you! Leave me, you
wicked Freezig!”

Then Freezig, in a rage, seized Snowig by her golden hair in his pincers, and
said, “ Can’t. you, indeed!” And spreading his wings, he flew back with her
to where his mother was waiting for him.

Snowig screamed and str ugeled with all her might and main, but Freezig held



her tight: and the fiery dragon flew away with all three to the palace of the
Great Kobold.

“ Now,” said Granny ; but the little boys all cried out,

“Q Gran, that is too hard! This one night let us stay up till the end! and
it is New Year's night, too!” . '

“Well,” said granny, “I'll tell you what—as you always do go at once to
bed when I tell you, like good boys, I will give you a treat, this one night, and
you shall stay up till the end.”

“O good, dear, kind Gran!” they exclaimed, ‘ita dine up and kissing her.
“That zs jolly!”

“Perhaps I know of something more jolly still!” said Granny, rising, ‘and
going to the cupboard. And what should you 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, stories or apples!”

And Granny went on—
GRANNY'S STORY-BOX. 19

Well: the banquet in the Sun was over, and the guests returned home; and

the Elfin king and his train among the rest. Now, it happened that on their

2 way they passed close by that very little cloud

from which Freezig had carried Snowig.

And there her chariot still was: for

Freezig nad forgotten that in his
anxiety to seize her.

“Why, what is this?” cried
the Elfin king. “My
Snowig’s chariot!

Where can she be?”
“Where, —in-
deed!” said the

Blue Witch in

alarm. “She must

have. come here
in it, but she
could not go away without it. 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 his palace, to see if she were there.
Alas! it was too true! Snowig was nowhere tobe found.

The Elfin king immediately sent out his Elfins in every direction to seek
her: and the Blue Witch herself set off on the wings of the wind to hunt for
Snowig.

“Woe, woe!” she cried in fierce anger, “woe be to- him who has stolen
our Snowig! J will punish him! I will pound him 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 peeped
into 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 she recol-
lected her enemy, the Red Witch
of Cotopaxi.

“J dare say she is at the
bottom of it!” she thought.
“and that Goblin Free-
zig!” And away she
flew to the Great Kobold’s
palace.

It was now night: and
the whole palace was Sa . 5
lighted up ; for the Great Kobold was giving a ball. The Blue Witch peeped in at
the windows. There were all the Goblins, as merry as could be, dancing away. In



















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spite of her anger she could zo¢ help laughing: it was such a ludicrous sight.
For Goblins, you see, not having feet, don’t dance as we do; but they rol]
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 was beyond anything to see him
dance. For he was so conceited, thinking himself
such a beauty, as he did! and gave himself the
most absurd airs. It was the funniest thing to
see him making a bow, when he asked a lady
Goblin if he might have the honour—ugly thing,
he nearly rolled over—while the Great Kobold and
the Red Witch looked on, and said there never
was such an elegant Goblin as their Freezig |

But the Blue Witch looked in vain for Snowig ;
she could not see her, and began to think that
perhaps she was not there, after all. But just as
she was about to fly away again, she heard Free-

atthe -

























zig say—
“When we go to supper I will show you
something wonderful!” So she waited a little

longer, to see if this something wonderful
could be Snowig.

Presently the Goblins all went to
supper. There were all the 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 the table was a
big Pie. Nobody but the Red
Witch and Freezig knew what was
in that.

Well: so the Goblins feasted
merrily a long time; and at last
the Pie!” And the Red Witch
the Pie ! yes, now for the Pie!” a

Then Freezig took a large knife, and cut open the Pie; and, stand-
ing upright in it, was Snowig, baked alive!

When the Blue Witch beheld this sight, her rage knew no bounds. She
took a thunderbolt in one hand, and forked lightning in the other, and fly-
ing into the midst of the feasting Goblins, hurled the thunderbolt at the
Great Kobold, and pierced the Red Witch through and through with the
lightning, and destroyed them both in an instant. Then turning to Free-
zig, she seized him, and plucked out his wings, and all his spikes, in her
fury: and rolling him before her into the palace yard, she threw him into
a huge mortar which stood there, and pounded him to dust. And the
north wind scattered the fine white dust of cruel Freezig all over the earth





Freezig said, “Now for
laughed, and said, “Ah!
GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 2

that night; and wherever it fell .it chilled the whole air, and killed the
smiling flowers, and the fresh green grass. And the people called it
Frost. ;

And since then, every year, at that time, the shivering ghost of Freezig
wanders over the world, doing penance for his crime. And wherever he
passes, the earth turns pale and freezes.


STORY ABOUT THE APPLE-PIPS.

!

[= next evening, when the three little boys were sitting on their stools,
waiting for Granny to come, Bobby said, .

“Well, zow we know how it comes to be so cold!”

“Ves,” said Eddie. “That cruel Freezig! how glad I am he was punished.”

“So am I,” replied Bobby. “But I was sorry for Snowig. I wish she
had not been baked.” yy

“What horrid things Goblins must be, to like such suppers!” said Eddie.
“Motty, what are you doing?”

Motty was very busy with something in his Be: meanwhile. “T am count-
ing my apple-pips,” he said. .“I kept them last night to play with. They are
such funny little things.” , =

“T° wonder,” said Eddie,’

“how they got into the

apples !”

“So do I,” said Motty. “I

was thinking that last night.”

“Gran knows, of course,”

said Bobby. “She will tell us.”

And just then Gran came in.
So they asked her.

“Well,” said Granny,
“Tl tell you the history
of that. It is what few.
people know. My great-
grandmother told it me,
sitting in this very arm-
chair, when I was not

“much bigger than you
are.”

“Had shea story-box,
Gran?” asked Eddie.

“Ah, that she had!”

answered Granny. “A bigg er one than mine. And this was what she told
me about the Apple-pips: a










Once upon a time there was a Count, who lived in an old castle; and he had
twelve sons. And these twelve sons were all so much alike, that it was impos-
sible to know which was which. For they were all the same height, and all
spoke with the same voice. They all had flaxen hair, and blue eyes, and
straight noses, and little peaked chins. The only difference between them was
in their names. And I dare say you would like to know what these were.
Ein, Zwei, Drei, Vier, Fiinf, Sechs, Sieben, Acht, Neun, Zehn, Elf, Zwélf: these
were their twelve names.
GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX., 23

Now these twelve little boys were just like a flock of sheep—wherever one
went, all the others followed. And because Ein was the eldest, he took the
lead; and, being very mischievous, he was always getting into scrapes, and his
eleven brothers with him. And all little boys know that it is easier to get into
scrapes than to get out of them. as Ein and his brothers found.

Well: it hap- Seabees _ pened that the Count was
suddenly called away from his castle
on busi- .4 ness of great import-
ance, and he was obliged
to take with
him all his ser-

vants, ex-
_ cept anold
nurse

called













Guta, whom he lett to take care of his children. She was very aged, quite an old
great-granny; and hobbled about, leaning on a stick. She was almost deaf,
too, and her sight was failing her. Indeed, she found it a hard matter to look
after twelve turbulent boys. For, you see, they liked nothing better than play-
ing her a trick; and so, the first. day the Count was gone, she lost them all.
Nowhere could. she see or hear one of them. All twelve had vanished. How
she did hobble about, 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 the castle, turned upside down, she spied
a little boot sticking out from underneath one of them! And when she came
to look, she found under each tub a little Count. Oh, how greatly displeased
she was!.“.Is this a game for little lords to play at?” said she, shaking her stick
at them. “Now you will all to bed this very moment!” So .she drove them
up-stairs before her, and put them all to bed, and locked the door, and put
the key in her pocket. And she said, nodding to 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 like being put to bed in
the middle of their fun. So as soon as the old woman had locked the door, Ein
hopped out of bed, and all the others followed his example. And they danced
upon the floor, and played at giants with their bolsters. And while they were at
this play, Ein said, “ How I wish we could beat the wall down! Let us all try!”

Now the room in which they were was panelled, and the panels were very old ;
24 GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX.

and, as the little boys battered hard at them, one of the: Panels: gave way;
and ’ fell & at. “
ava“ What is this?” cried Ein.
tai “here is a hole: ete! :
“And steps, tod,.; ins, the.
wall!” said Zwei, lookingin. :
“Let us go down: and:see !”: *
“4 ried ° Ein. “Wha sah

i:












‘Never. mind the dark!”
said» Ein. ““We.can feel the
way. I'll go first.”

So, as Ein: ‘went first, all
the others followed’; and they
scrambled through the hole,
one after another, and went
groping down the: steps, which
wound round and round in the
old castle wall.. Down they
went, pushing, andâ„¢ f
and laughing, and stumbling ;
down still, ‘and lower, ‘and
lower, and lower down
“Where are you,












" Here,” replied zn
you all safe?”

“Ves, all safe,”
“who was the last. »

oo “Where can we

to!” said Fiinf. “We must, be undergfound. S

“So I think,” answered Ein. “We have come down more. ‘than a ‘hundred
steps already. What fun this is!” ea

“Oh, I am afraid!” cried Zehn, one- of the younger ones. éSunpete some
Hobgoblin should pounce upon us !”

= Suppose no such thing!” said Ein boldly. “Here, let us all 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 no end to the steps.

When they had gone down some hundred Ein said, “I think that we must
be coming to the very heart of the earth!’

“ Had we not better go back ?” said Zehn, who did not like the dark.

“Go back! No!” cried Ein. “We won't go back till we come to, the end.
There must be something at the bottom of these wonderful steps.”

“T am tired,” said Zehn. “I cannot go down any more.’

“Let us all sit down a little while on the steps, then,” said Ein. “How
old Guta will wonder*where we are! She can’t follow us here!”

“That is the best part of it,” said Zwei.



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“ And she thought us so safe, when she locked us in!” said Sieben.

25

“How good that is!” cried Fiinf. “She did not know there was a hole in

the wall!”

“She will be bringing our dinner by-and-
by,” said Elf, “and find no one to eat it!”

“What fun!” cried Fiinf. “And how she
well look under the beds, and: patter with her
stick on the floor!”

They all laughed heartily. But just at that
moment, a most terrible sound was heard, like
the roar of thunder close to them.

“Oh!” cried Zehn, trembling. “What was
that ?”

Even Ein was frightened. Then followed a
deep stillness. The little boys sat squeezing
each other’s hands tight, trembling and silent,
and afraid to move. After a long time Ein
‘whispered—

“We will go up again, I think;” to which
they all agreed. So
Zwolf, who was the last,
turned to go up the steps.
But he found no way.
There was nothing but a
wall. Thesteps were gone—





“Go on, Zwolf!” said Ein im-
patiently.

“T can’t,” replied Zwolf. “There
-are no steps. It is stopped up!”




“Nonsense!” said Ein. “It is .
only that you are frightened. Here, let me go first.”
“Go, if you can!” answered Zwélf. “We are

blocked in.”
_ And, indeed, Ein found it so. A great mass of rock
had fallen in, just above where the little boys sat.
“What shall we do?” they all exclaimed in a
great fright. “We shall die here! O Guta, Guta!”
they cried. “Good Guta! come and take us out!”
Now it was their turn to call, and get no answer.
They called and screamed in vain. Guta could not
hear them. For, indeed, they were far away from
the castle, down in the depths 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
live down there, I am certain. Oh, what shall we

“do!”

“Tt must have been a Goblin that made that dreadful noise,” said Zwolf.

“Oh, what shall we do!”
26 GRANNY’S STORY-BOX.

“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, what shall we do!”

“There is nothing else to be done,” said Ein, “except to sit here and die.
Which is best ?”

None of them knew. At length Ein said: “Well, I will go first, alone, as far.
down as I can go safely, and see what the end of these steps is; and then I will
come back and tell you all. Won’t that ne a good plan?”

ee “QO Ein! and suppose you
are lost; what will become of
us then?” said they. :

“T don’t see that we have
~ much choice anyhow,” said Ein.
“ But since I led the way here,
I will lead the way out or die!”

“OQ Ein, Ein! dear brave
» Ein!” they cried.

“Yes, Ein was a brave boy,
with all his faults; and he
thought more of their danger
than his own, now that there was
real danger.

“Good-bye!” he said. ‘“ Pluck
up heart! I shall not be
long gone!” And he set
off down the dark wind-
ing steps, carefully feeling
his way. His brothers sat
‘still on the steps above,
listening to the sound of
his feet, which, at length,
they could hear no more.























“Now,” said Granny,
“T have come to a good
stop, and you must go,
my darlings.”

How sorry the little boys were!
“Just in that dreadful part!” they
said. “Now, Gran, you do that on
purpose!” ; baat we
“To be sure!” said Gran. “It makes the story all the more inter-

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GRANNY’S STORY-BOX. 27



“Now, Gran,” said Bobby, the next evening, “make haste, please, and tell
us what happened to Ein. [I like Ein; he was so brave!”

“So do I,” said Motty. “TI hope no harm came to him.”

“Don’t you think that mischievous little boys deserve the trouble they make
for themselves?” asked Granny.

“QO please, Gran!” cried Motty, “ mischief is only boys’ fun |”

“That may be,” said Granny, “but you see it is not old women’s fun!
Think of poor old Guta’s distress when’ she found all her little lords gone!
Think of what mine would be if my three boys served me so! It would
go nigh to break my heart.”

« Ah, Gran! you know we could not play you such a trick!” said
Bobby.

“But where: are the apple-pips, Gran!” asked Eddie. “You have not come
to any yet.”

“Oh, they are coming!” replied Granny.
_ And the three little boys smiled eagerly, and drew in their stools diese
round Granny’s chair, that they might listen with all their might. And
Granny went on:

Well; I told you that the castle in which the Count lived was very old.
It was very old indeed; more than a thousand’ -years it had stood there.
28 GRANNY’S STORY-BOX.

No one knew who had built it; but it was believed that it had once been
in possession of’ the’ Goblins, and « that Bogaboo, the- cousin of “the great
Kobold,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, for
‘his dinner.

The twelve brothers had
often heard: old Guta talk of
this: and they thought of it .
now, as they sat on the steps,
in the dark.

Suppose Ein ‘should fall
into the Goblin’s boiler! Oh,
how they did wish they had
' never come.down these horrid
steps !

They sat there, anxiously
listening for Ein’s return. A long time they waited, trembling and silent; but
no Ein came back. At length Zwei said— :

“T 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, discover what has become of
him.”

“QO Zwei!” exelaimed the brothers, “do take care!”

“T will take care!” he answered. “If there is danger, I will come back
at once and tell you. Don’t fear for me!”

And so he set off very cautiously, feeling his way before every step. They
listened till they could hear him no longer, and waited in great anxiety for
his return. But some hours passed, 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. No Drei came back.
Then Vier followed, and then Fiinf; and one after.another, all the rest,.till only
Zehn, Elf, and Zwolf, the three. youngest, were left.

“What shall we do?” said they at last. “Let us go and die all to-
gether.”

So Zehn, Elf, and Zwolf, 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
like a corkscrew.

They had gone down more than a thousand in silence, when pudaenly Zehn,
who was foremost, cried—

“Oh! Oh! I am slipping! Save me!” The next moment Zehn, Elf, and
Zwolf, clinging to one another, fell all together into the Goblin’s boiler.

It was a black slimy pit, and at the bottom of it were many bones. Thete:
lay Ein, Zwei, Drei, and the rest. One after another they had all fallen in.

“So you are come at last!” said Ein. “Oh, oh, I am covered with bruises !”


GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 29

“So am I!” cried each one.

“What is to be done now!” said Zwei. “We are worse off than we were
before! This must be the Goblin’s boiler!”

“ See, look! there is a light!” whispered Zwolf. “What can it be?”

A dreadful sound was heard. The most horrible you can possibly imagine.
It was like the scream of a peacock,
and the growl of a bear, and the cry
of a hyena, and the hissing of a
snake, all put together. It was
the Goblin Bogaboo. He was

coming. ©

He was a brown Gob-
lin ; 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 fiery ser-
pent which
served him for

a candle.
He looked
down into
the pit
“Oho!”
criedhe; “a
fine dish of
potatoes for
my dinner!
-there will
be enough
to fry for
supper af-
terwards !”
and he
roared with
us delight.
~ Thenrollingaway
again they heard
him say, “They
are safe there till
I come back And he went to his
cavern to tell his wife and daughters.
“Oh, how terrible!” cried the
wretched little boys. “Oh, would that we had died at the top of the

steps!”























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30 GRANNY’S STORY-BOX.

How they trembled and wept! It was such a dreadful end, to be mashed
and fried for Goblins to eat ! a

“© Guta, Guta!” they cried, in‘: deep remorse.. “Oh, if we could only ‘get
away from this horrible place we would zever play any more tricks!” ”

Now I must tell you that Bogaboo had twelve little: daughters—the prettiest
little Goblins in the world. They were brown, too, like him; but very small and
elegant ; and they were the pride of his heart. He never could refuse them
anything they asked. And when he entered the cavern they all came spinning
round him, to hear what news he had to tell. _So he told them how he had
found a bushel of little boys in his boiler all ready to be cooked; and bade
them take their buckets and make haste to fill it with water.

_ Away the twelve little Goblins spun,
full of joy, to do his bidding ; and they
soon stood round the boiler with their
twelve little buckets, and peeped down.

And as they peeped down, the little
boys peeped up; and Ein cried,

“QO what dear darling dinky things ;
what ever can they be ?”

e They must be little Fairies come to
help us,” said Zwei.

“So ‘they must!” said Drei. “You
dear little things! will you?”

“How we shall love you if you will!” said Ein. “You shall come and ie
in our castle, and be our little wives!”

Well, the little Goblins looked at one another, and did not know what to say.
They liked mashed potatoes, it is true; but flattery was sweeter still. They
paused before emptying their buckets.

“What nice little boys they are!” whispered one little Goblin to her sister.

‘So fair and noble-looking !” whispered another.

“And how prettily a speak ! !” whispered a third. “I could 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 sevtuineet !” said another.

“So we will!” they all cried ; and throwing away their buckets, they spinned
back to the cavern, leaving the little boys, who had heard what they said, in
a state of great suspense. .-'



.

“Tt’s bed-time,” said Granny.
“ But the Apple- -pips, Gran!” said Eddie.
“ Ah! the Apple-pips!” SAU Granny.
GRANNY’S STORY-BOX, 31

“Gran,” said Motty the next night, as he planted his three-legged stool in
- front of her, and seated himself on it, “ I’ve been thinking.”

“Have you?” asked Granny. “ Well, and what do you think ?”

“Why, Gran, this: How is it that now-a-days people never see 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 tell us about them you
always say, “Once upon a
time.”

“Well,” answered Granny,
“and what of that?” For
indeed she did not quite
know what to say.

“Why, when I come to
think of it,” said Motty, “ it
seems to me that there are
no such things now. Are
there?”

“Vou are a little. boy,”
said Granny, “and you don’t know much. If you did, you would be wiser.
Pll tell you this, however: a relation of my great-grandmother saw a brownie
once with her own eyes.” .

“ Did she?” exclaimed the three little boys. ‘“ O Gran! what, here?”

“Yes,” replied Granny. “ She stood on this very threshold.”

“© Gran! teli us about it, please!” they cried.

“One thing at a time!” said Granny. “I shall keep it till Apple-pips are
finished.”



Well: So the little Goblins all danced round their papa, and begged him so
hard to make them a present of the twelve little boys, that, cannibal though
he was, he could not-refuse them. “ Besides,” as he said to his wife afterwards,
“they will soon get tired of them, and meanwhile we can fatten them up.”

So in great glee the young Goblins ran to fetch a rope, and letting down one
end of it into the boiler, they all took hold of the other, and held it fast. (Then
they called to the little boys to come up one by one on the rope.

“Who will go first?” asked Ein.

“You,” said Zwei. “ You came down first.”

“Not I,” replied Ein. “I will see you all out before I go myself. Let Zwolf
go first. He is the youngest.”

So Zwolf, very glad indeed at the thought of getting out of the horrible pit,
took hold of the rope and began to climb it. But all the little Goblins together
could not bear up against his weight, and as the edge of the boiler was very
slimy, they lost their footing and slipped.

“Oh, you monster!” they screamed. “Let go!”

It was too late: in they fell.

“Qh, what fun!” cried Fiinf “Here they all come tumbling down, just as
we did!”
32 GRANNY’S STORYV-BOX.

The little Goblins shrieked with all their might; but the boiler was too deep
for Bogaboo to hear their tiny voices. They shrieked in vain. At length, one
of them, more sensible than the rest, stopped and said—

“What is the good of shrieking? Let ‘us open the trap-door and 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 up with a
little door. The little boys could not see this in the dark, 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 opened into a long narrow passage, quite dark,
and so low that the little boys were obliged to creep one
by one along it, on their hands and knees. On, on, such a
long way; they thought it quite as long as the thousand
steps. Their hearts were beginning
to fail them, when to their great joy
a little gleam of light appeared at
the end. . How pleasant it was to see
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.
“Whatzsto be done?”

“We can swim,”
said Ein. “Let us
each take one of the
little dinky things,
and swim away !”

“So we will!” .
cried the boys.» So
Ein took a little
Goblin and 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

laughed and nodded one to another, as they sat on their

boats, going over the lake. They liked seeing the world

very much; for they had lived all their lives in the heart of
the earth, and had never seen daylight before. And they said to the little
boys,—



















GRANNV’S STORY-BOX.

ow
ow

“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 the world. For these wonderful steps
led: right through the earth out to the ee where the Fays live. And
here they were come.

So they swam on till they came in sight of some rocks. And_ these
rocks, instead of being like common rocks, were bright and clear, like glass ;-
and when the sun shone on them they glistened with all the colours of the
rainbow. Then Ein said,—

“What land is this that we are come to?”.

And the little Goblin who sat on his head replied, “Tt is the land of the Fays.
Is your castle here?”

“No,” said Ein. “I never was here before.”

Presently they reached the shore—the twelve little boys and the twelve little
Goblins—all safe. Then the boys said,—

“What shall we do in this strange land? Do Fays eat little boys?”

And the Goblins answered, “No; but some of the Fays are very fierce if
they are made angry.”

“We must take care not to be mischievous,” said the little boys.

“ Let us climb these rocks,” said Ein, “and just peep over.”

So they began to clamber each with a little Goblin on his head. For the
Goblins thought this was the safest way of travelling. It was no easy matter,
either, to climb the glassy rocks. The little boys went slipping and sliding
back at every step.

“Hold tight!” they cried to the little Goblins, “or you will be off!”

At last, by dint of many struggles, they reached a small opening in the rocks,
near the top. Ein reached it first. He peeped through—

“Oh, how beautiful!” he cried. “Come all of you and look!”

And they all peeped, one after another, and cried, “Oh, how beautiful!”

Now what should you think they saw?

“Go and guess,” said Granny, kissing her boys. “You will see nothing half
! ”

so beautiful in your dreams, J know !

“Now, what should you think they saw?” said Granny, the next night, as
the three boys eagerly gathered round her.

“Oh, we don’t know, Gran!” they cried. “We hardly knew how to wait
so long. Please to make haste and tell us!”

“Well,” said Granny ; “ but what should you chink ?”

“We don’t know what to think, please, Gran!” they answered.

“Well, but now, only just try to imagine!”
34 GRANNY’S STORV-BOX.

“O Gran! how you do love to tease us!” said Bobby, laughing. “We have
tried with all our might; but we can’t think of anything except what you have
told us before.”

“Oh, it was not like any of those things,” said Granny. “It was some-
thing quite new. Now, what could it be?”

“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! ”

“QO, Gran!” said Motty. “It is too bad to go on so!”

“Very bad indeed,” said Granny. “I do not know how I shall pick it up
again. It is a thing that requires patience. You have not a little to spare me,
either of you?” ;

They could not help laughing.

“Now, Gran,” said Motty, “how could you ask us, when you had just taken
away all our patience!” .

“TI?” said Granny. “That is good! excellent, I must say!”

“ 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 so anxious to hear!”

“So we are!” they all exclaimed.

“ And yet you say, ‘Please don’t !’” said: Granny. “What am I to do?”

“O 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 think I shall get it

up again, now. Ah, my old
eyes!” 5
“Gran, Gran!” cried
Bobby, and Motty,
and Eddie, all to-
gether.

“No fear of my
forgetting what my
name is!” said
Granny, laughing.

“Oh, what are we
to do?” said Motty








in despair.

“That is just what the little Counts asked, when they sat on the steps,” said
Granny. “It is a difficult question to answer in some cases.”

“Well, I never knew anything like this!” said Bobby.

“Nor I,” answered Granny. “ Patience is such a rare virtue! ”

“ Please, Gran!” said Eddie, “is it of any use to ask you to go on?”

“As much use as many things,” replied Granny. “Some things are use-
less, you know. For instance, a pitcher without a bottom!”

The little boys were suddenly silent, for some reason. Bobby looked at
Eddie, and Eddie looked at Bobby and Motty both; and then they all looked
at Gran, and Gran looked very funny.
GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 35

“Ah!” said she. \“ Now I wonder if it was hat that the little Counts saw ?
Did you ever see such a thing?”

“QO Gran!” exclaimed Motty, “how ad you come to know that?”

“To know what?” asked Granny.

“That we took the bottom out of the pitcher,” said Motty.

“You told me so yourself,” replied Granny.

“T!” cried Motty.

“Ves, just this moment,” answered Granny. “See how busy conscience
was!”

“O Gran! if you only knew what we did it for!” said
Eddie. oa

“What did you do it for?” asked Granny.

“We were playing at. Apple-pips,” said Eddie,
“and the pitcher was the Goblin’s boiler.
And I was Bogaboo, and Bobby was the
twelve little Counts, and
Motty was the twelve little
Goblins. And the bottom
of the pitcher was the trap-
door.”

“Indeed!” said Granny.
“And did Bobby and
Motty fall into the --
pitcher then ?” ;

“No, not quite,” an-
swered Eddie;
‘but they pre-
tended
to.”

“And
that was
how the bottom of my pitcher came out, was it?” said Granny.
“Tt was a pity that did not pretend too!” ;

“So we thought afterwards,” said Motty. “You see, Gran, it made it more
like the thing itself to make a trap-door in it.” :

“I don’t see,” replied Granny. “It does not make a pitcher more like a
pitcher to take the bottom out of it!”

“ A pitcher, no!” said Bobby ; “but it was the Goblin’s boiler.”

“But it was my pitcher!” said Granny. “If this is what comes of my
stories, I shall.be obliged to lock my story-box up.”

“Oh, Gran, no!” cried the three boys. “We won’t do it again, indeed!”

“Tt came out so easily,” said Motty, “it must have been coming before. We
only helped it-a very little.”

“T have ‘no doubt you did what you could to assist it!” said Granny. “I
thought I heard a most wonderful noise in the kitchen this morning!”

“That was Bogaboo screaming,” said Eddie. “He was coming.”

“ And if you had only seen him, Gran!” said Bobby. “He was in the meal-
bag!”

The meal-bag!” exclaimed Granny. “Worse and worse! What became
of the meal?”

















36 GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX.

“We put it into the kettle, Gran, till we had done, and | then we poured it
back,” said Motty..

“And that was what made the. water so thick: tonight!” : baid Gisuhy, ey
could not imagine what it was.’

“Yes, Gran!” said Eddie. > “We did-not know hoe help thuaiiitie when you

“poured it out and said, ‘Dear me, what.ever r_ males the water so ee tee






















basket ; and’ {
his neck i in the.ba



‘Ob,’ usaid Motty,
twas such fun!.”

tad the dresser
ks, because

an to say
bed up on

=» answered
“for: I was Bo-
sitting in my

‘or hewas a
oblin, you
know, Gran, ’
said Motty.

““And-my
wife,” said’ Ed-
die, ““was’ the >
great stick
which you poke
the fire with.
And I talked
to’ it,and said,
‘My love.’”’.

“ Andso Bobby and
Motty got up on the
glassy rocks!” said
Granny. “Pray are all my.
wine-glasses safe ?”



GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. : 37

“Yes, Gran,” answered Motty. ‘‘But we very nearly knocked them
over. For, you see, we were struggling about on the dresser like the little
Counts.”

“Then, when we got up there,” said Bobby, “we peeped into the sugar-
bowl, and cried, “How beautiful!’ But after that we could not get any
further, because you know we don’t know what came next. Now, Gran, wid/
you tell us?”

“Well,” said Granny, “perhaps the sugar-bowl can tell what came 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 have been very hard to help taking a
little pinch when we were so hungry.”

“Hungry!” said Granny. “Why, you had
just had your breakfasts !”

“Ah, but-we were the little Counts and
Goblins ¢hen, you know, Gran!” said Bobby.

“Oh, I see!” said Granny. “To be sure.
Why, my boys,” she exclaimed, looking at the
clock,: “it’s bed-time! See what comes of
taking the bottoms out of pitchers!”

“Well now,” said Bobby, as they ran up to
bed, “did you ever know such a thing! To
get no story after all!”

“JT never did!” said Motty. “Eddie, how
could you go on talking so?”

“TI!” 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 havea Goblin’s
boiler now + ee


38 GRANNY S STORY-BOX,

“Well!” said Granny the next evening, “what a capital thing patience is

But Bobby and Motty and Eddie pressed their lips tightly together, and said
nothing.

“Ah, now!” exclaimed Granny. “Really, if I have not dropped another
stitch! Too bad, isn’t it?”

Still there was no answer. The three little boys knitted away busily. ~~

“Why, how very odd it is that you have got nothing to say to-night!”
said Granny. “Perhaps you do not
want to know. , : what the little Counts
saw? I dare. *{ say you do not care to
hear after all!”

This was too

1!”


















much for Motty.

“Oh!” he exclaimed ;
then, suddenly _ recol-
lecting himself, he shut up
his lips quite tight again.

Granny » smiled. “Well!”
she said, “since I can

find nobody
to converse
with to-
night, I may
as well tell
myself the
rest -of
Apple - pips,
for my own
amusement.
You need
not _ listen,.
you know, if

you don’t
like.”

So she
continued—

Well: now the





valley of the Fays was the most
lovely spot that mortal eye
ever be- , held. It was a low deep
vale, shut in on \! every side by these high,
pointed, glassy Bi rocks, which glistened, as I said, in the sun-light,
with all the ‘ colours of the rainbow.

The whole valley was one beauteous garden. Wherever you looked, you could
see nothing, and nothing, but flowers and fruits,—such flowers and fruits as we
never see on this side of the world,—so large, and wondrous, and beautiful.
GRANNVY’S STOR V-BOX. 39

The flowers grew up as high as trees, and the blossoms of some were as large
as an umbrella. As for the apples there, they were each one the size of my
head ; and they shone upon the trees, just as the planet Mars does in the sky of
a frosty night, red and bright, like fire. And the pears were as big as pitchers.

And through the valley, in all directions, flowed gay and sparkling streamlets,
not of water, but of the purest, sweetest wine; and it was rose-coloured. And
thousands of little gold and silver fish sported in these streamlets, and leaped up
in the happy sunshine, and kissed the tiny humming-birds which fluttered in the
air.

_ Oh, if I had but a Fairy’s tongue, to tell you what it was like! No other
could describe the beauty of this place. As for the little boys, they were quite
overcome with wonder and delight.

“Tt is as good as a feast to look at it!” ia Ein.

“T never saw such a sight!” said. Zwei. “It would be a pity only to look at
it, though. I am very hungry!”

Indeed, now they came to think of it, they were all very hungry. For it was
a great many hours since they had breakfasted 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, worthy of remark, that this is the only point
in which Fairies and Goblins resemble us—in their liking for all manner of
sweet things.

“Well,” said Fiinf, “can’t we go down? JI see no Fays.”

“No more do J,” said Ein. “Where can they be?”

“Perhaps they don’t live here,” said Zwei. “Just look at those apples! We
could all make our dinner off one !”

“Lovely!” said Zwolf.

“Won't they burn us?” asked Zehn. “They look so fiery!”

“Tt is only the sun shining on them,” replied Ein. “I really think we might
go down. I see nothing to bé afraid of. And we can slide down so beautifully !
Come, Ill go first!”

So, with one consent, the little boys and the little Goblins began to descend
into the valley.of the Fays. One by one they squeezed through the opening,
and slid down the glassy rocks. Never was such excellent fun! How they
laughed as they come slipping down, one over the other, spinning and rolling
all the way to the bottom! The little Goblins screaming, too, as they did, for
fear they should be crushed !

But they all got safe. And, oh! the delight of running about, all over ‘this
beautiful garden, when they got there! There was nothing to mar their pleasure
there—no Gutas,*no Bogaboos. And they capered hither and thither, and
played hide-and-seek under the flowers, and leaped over the rose-coloured
brooks, and caught the little humming-birds, and let.them fly again. Oh, they
were so happy! And at length they 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 little Goblin who sat on his head, “ Would
not you like to come down now?”

And she answered, “ Thank you, I should!”

So he seated her on the grass; and all the other little boys did the same
to their little Goblins.
Roi GRANNY’S STOR V-BOX.

“What a jolly place this is, to be sure!” said Fiinf.
“TIsn’t it!” answered Zwei. “I should like to live here all my life!”
“Fancy now, if the Fays were to come and find us!” said Drei. “ What would
they say, I wonder?”
“T can’t think!” replied Zwei.
“What are the Fays like?” said Ein to one of the little Goblins.
“T do not know,” she replied. “We have.only heard of them.”
“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 all into the heart of’the earth.”
“Why did they do that?” asked Zehn. “It was very rude of them.”
“Very,” said the little Goblin. “They don’t like us. And now all the
Goblins live in great dark caverns in the middle of the earth.”
“ Have they all got boilers?” asked Zwélf. ’“ Perhaps that was why they were
driven from the earth.” me
“T cannot say,” she replied. “TI was only born a little while ago, and know
very few things.”
*“ Don’t you think it’s time to eat?” said Finf, looking up at the beautiful fruit
over his head.
“Why, yes!” answered Ein. “Suppose we see what these apples are like!”
So saying, he sprang up, and
climbing one of the trees, plucked
a great apple, and threw it down.
His. brothers shouted with glee,
and ran towards it, when, to their
astonishment, a little door flew open
‘in it, and a tiny being, all head and
legs, leaped out. His. eyes were
bright and shining like diamonds ;
and they sparkled fiercely at the
little boys.

How terrified they were !

“Tt must be a Fay!” they cried;
and away they ran as fast as they
could go in all directions, leaving
the twelve little Goblins on the
, grass-plat, in their fright.
_ Nobody knows what the Fay did:
but when, after some time, the little
boys gained courage to draw near
to the grass-plat again, he was gone.
And the twelve little Goblins lay
there, dead.



.
4



Â¥

“ Good-night,” said Granny to her
boys.

“How very sad!” said Eddie.
“T could almost cry. That wicked
Fay!”
GRANNY’S STOR V-BOX. 4



“A capital plan that was of ours!” said Bobby, the next night 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!” said Eddie.
“Tt was the best of any, I think. How I should like to have seen that
garden !”

“So should I,” said Bobby. “But I must say I felt very sorry for the
little Goblins. Did not you, Motty?”

“Yes, I did,” replied Motty. “Yet, after all, they were only Goblins. Do
you know, Bobby, I think that, somehow, these little Goblins are the Apple-

pips!”
“Do you?” asked Bobby.
“Yes,” answered Motty. “I have been thinking ‘so all along. They were
‘just the shape, if you remember; and pointed heads, and brown, too, and
very dinky. I am nearly sure 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, becausé they are dead—dead Goblins I.mean,” said Motty.

“And do you mean to say, then,” asked Bobby, ‘that all Apple-pips are
dead Goblins? I don’t see how you make that out. There are only
twelve.” :

“Well,” replied Motty. “I don’t’ know myself. But I cannot 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 true that is?”
42 GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX.

“O no, no, Gran, please!” they all cried eagerly. “We want so terribly
to hear what came next!”

“Indeed!” said Granny. “I thought there was not much patience on these
three stools! Well, I will take pity on you to-night!”

So she went on:

Well: the little
Counts were very much
shocked, as you may
think, when they saw
the twelve little Gob-
lins lying dead on the
grass-plat. Theylooked
about on every side to
see if the Fay was near,
but he was quite gone,
and all was very still.
So.at last they ven-
tured towards the grass-
plat again, and gathered
round the poor little
e, Goblins, and looked at
_” them.
~ “What a _ wicked
thing!” said Ein, in a whisper. “What did he do that for? IfI ever find that
Fay I will punish him!”

“That we will!” they all exclaimed, but in a very low voice; for indeed,
they were exceedingly frightened at the Fay and his deeds.

“T do not see the good of our staying here,” said Ein. “ Perhaps there are
Fays in all these apples!” he added, looking up in alarm at the hundreds
over his head, which shone and glittered in the sunbeams as if they were
alive.

“They must be the Fays’ houses,” whispered Zwei. “Suppose they should
all fly out upon us!” ar

“Yes, indeed!” said Fiinf. “I do zof much like staying here.”

“Where shall we go?” said Ein.

“Oh, anywhere, out of this place!” answered Zehn. “Do make haste! I
am so frightened.”

“Well,” said Ein, “I think we had better climb the rocks on the other
side of the valley, and see what we can find there. But we will not leave
these poor little dinky things here. We will take them and bury them some-
where.”

“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 turned they saw the great apple still lying
there, out of which the Fay had leaped. The door was open, as he had left it ;
and Fiinf stooped down and peeped in.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, “what a dear little house! 1t is full of little rooms,’
and no one init. Let us take it with us!”

“But how angry the Fay would be, if he were to see us carrying it away!”
said Zehn. “ Pray don’t!”



Se a Re wie
GRANNY S STOR Y-BOX. 43

“A fig for the Fay!” said Ein. “He killed our little dinky things, and he
shall give us his house to put them in. It will hold them nicely.”

“Ves,” said Zwei, “so it will!” And they took up the apple and examined
it.

“See, there are just twelve little rooms!” said Ein. “Now we will put a
little dinky thing in each.”

“O pray, pray make haste!” cried Zehn. “I
am trembling all over! The Fay will certainly
come after us!”

So they put a little Goblin in each of the
chambers of the apple, and shut the door. And
Ein said, “We will carry it by turns.
Now, then, let -us come.”

They all hastened away, through the
valley, to the rocks on the opposite
side, carrying the Fay’s house with
them. And before long they were
clambering the glassy rocks again.

“T shall be glad when we get out of
this place!” said Zwei, as he climbed.
“JT don’t like it as much as I did.”

“No more do J,” said Fiinf. “It is
very disagreeable to think that one
cannot even pick an apple without a
Fay flying out of it!”

“Very,” said Ein. “And how ugly
he was, that old Fay, wasn’t he?”

“Hideous!” answered Fiinfi “I
wonder if they are all as ugly! /
would not be all head and legs, like a
spider, for anything!”

“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 he screamed; and, oh! what a
sight met their eyes! A whole army
of Fays burst forth from the apple-
trees,—out of every apple a Fay,—
and in a mass they came leaping
through the air towards the little boys.
For the Fays can walk and jump in
the air, you know, just as we do on the
earth; for having no bodies they are
very light. It was a dreadful sight,
indeed, to see them come leaping like
this, for they were in a great fury; their eyes sparkled like lightning, and


44 GRANNVY’S STOR Y-BOX.

the noise they made was like the booming of an angry swarm of hornets. And
at their head was the very Fay.

“Oh!” exclaimed Fiinf, “we are lost!”

And on they came, trooping, by hundreds and thousands, in a great cloud,
over the heads of the little boys.

“What ever are we to do?” cried Ein, in ree “This is as bad as the
Goblin’s boiler !”

“We shall certainly die now,” said Zwolf. “I wish we ia died long ago
for my part. It would have been better to have been quietly boiled, than to
be torn in pieces by these fierce Fays.” - :

“Ol! O! 0! O! 0! O! 0! O! O!-0! O! Oh!” screamed the twelve
little boys, with one voice, as, the next instant, the furious Fays descended

upon them, and seizing them by the hair of their heads, cares them up in
the air !

“ And there they must hang,” said Granny, “ till to-morrow night.”



“O Gran!” exclaimed Bobby, the next evening. “Pray do not leave the
little Counts any longer in the air!”

Granny smiled. “ Well,” said she, “I will not ce them or you any longer
in suspense ; it is a trying state, under any circumstances.”

“ And especially,” said Motty, “when one is hanging by the hair of-one’s head!”
So Granny continued :
‘'GRANNY’S STOR V-BOX. 45

Well: you may imagine how the little boys kicked and screamed at being
carried up in the air like this. But it was of little
use; for the Fays possess super-human strength,
and carried them away as if they had
been feathers.

And up they flew, shaking the
little boys angrily ; for they had
been watching them all the time
in the valley, and were very much
enraged at their tak-
ing such _ liberties. tr
And the ‘chief of the
Fays was beyond
measure
furious ; for
it was he
who lived in
the apple
which Ein
had pluck-
ed.

“The little
wretches !”
he cried. |
“Theyshall --2
beburiedin ~
our deepest
dungeon!
And _ this
one, he who a s
dared to :
pull down my house, he shall be
mogridilificated !”

Now, what this was, Ein did not know; but he was sure it was something
very dreadful by the sound, and began to think how he should get out of it.
And it occurred to him that if he dropped the apple as they went through the air,
the Fays would not be able to tell which had been the culprit, as he and his
brothers were all so exactly alike. So he let go the apple, and it fell among
the glassy rocks and rolled away.

By-and-bye the Fays alighted on the summit of one of the highest 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 my snuff-box, and the
little boys saw that it was hollow within. Then the Fays dropped them in
and followed them. When they had all descended into the glassy cavern, the

angry Fays gathered round the little boys. And the chief of the Fays said
ercely,-— i
46 ; GRANNY’S STOR YV-BOX.

“Where is he who tore down my house and stole it?”

“This is he,” said one of the Fays, pointing to Zehn. /

“No, chs 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 own eyes!”

“You mean in zs hand,” said another, pointing to EIf.,

_“ You are all wrong !” said another, pointing to Drei. “’Twas he!”

“Now, that it was not!” cried another Fay. “It was this one. I amaticed
him!” and he pointed to Zwolf. ,

“Well,” said another, “/ think now ‘that it was this one!” and he. pointed ‘to:
Ein. :
~ “Jt was not he, I assure you!” said another F ,
pointed to Acht;, « I know, for I looked well at-him!’ Re

“You are mistaken,” said another. “It was this one, as sure as Tama Fay!” z
and he pointed to Sechs. j ne

“He!” cried another. “’Twas this -one.I tell you! rr "aid he , Pointed to
Sieben. ga

“Excuse me,” said another Fay ;. “but I’ am: positiv
one, and no other!” and he pointed to Vier. ,. ees ae

“Tt was no more him than it was me!” cried another. “ This was the. one |
the very one!” and he pointed to Neun. ,

And they squabbled so loudly about it, each quite certain that he was” s right
and all the others wrong, that at last the chief of the Fays called out,—. .

“Hold your peace! They shall a// be mogridilificated!”

And with that he sprang up and wheeled twelve times round inthe air, over’
the heads of the terrified little boys. And as he wheeled:round and round: he
cried,—





was he,” and! ihe







aie it was this

“ Mo-gridil-abbo!
Twelve times round I go:
Mo-gridil-abbis Ls
Twelve times leap like this :
Mo-gridil-abbit ! :
Be every ‘boy a rabbit ! 1?



And as he uttered the words, the twelve little boys beclme twelve little
white rabbits, with pink eyes. And while they gazed on one another in astonish-
ment, the Fays all rose up and leapt out of the cavern, and the. ‘top: of the glassy |
rock shut down again.

The little boys hardly knew how to believe themselves; they all sat round
in a ring,.on their hind paws, and laughed at one another. They could still
speak—that was one comfort. ae

“Well!” said Ein, “if I be I, as I suppose I be, this is the. oddest thing that
ever happened to me!” :.

“It beats anything!” ‘said Fiinf. “Only to think of acmually being a rabbit! ”

“ A most ridiculous mings 1” said Zwei. “ : cannot help laughing. You do- all
look so funny.!”

“Yes, and feel funny too!” said Drei. : y cannot fancy that I am a little
boy ! | ”

“No more you are!” answered Fiinf. “You are a little rabbit!”

How they did laugh, to be sure! till their sides quite ached.




GRANNY'S STOR YV-BOX. 47

“Tt is so funny to look at your round nose!” said Elf to Zwei.

“And funnier still to look at your long flapping ears!” said Zwei 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 ! ”

“ZT do not intend to be a quadruped !” ‘
said Ein. . “I shall walk erect, as long
as I am a rabbit.”

“So shall I!” said Zwei.
“We are not common rabbits,
you know. We are rabbits
of rank. That’ is why the
Fays have given us white fur,
of course.”

“Ves,” said Ein. ‘“ They
knew, I ‘suppose, that we
were little Counts.”

“Well,” said Fiinf, “I do ~
not see that it matters
much what we are
while we are rabbits
and shut up in this
place. _ I wish we
could get out.”

“Why: shouldn’t —
we?” said Ein. “Now |
I think of it, I have
seen rabbits boreholes
in the earth. Cannot
we do that and get out
somewhere?” ° ,

“Let us try!” said they all.

So they set to work with
their paws, and scraped away
with all their might ; and, as
you may believe, twelve such.
rabbits soon made a hole.

“This is delightful!” said
Ein. So they all thought.
And they worked, and bored, and burrowed all that night, till their paws were
nearly worn away.

And, only think ! when the morning dawned, the first thing the sun saw was
Ein’s white nose just pushing up through the ground on the other side of
the glassy rocks! And then it saw twelve little white rabbits creep, one
after another, out of the hole.

“Well now!” said Fiinf, “this zs very nice, I must say! But we had better
make haste away from this place, or the Fays will catch us and make rabbit-
pie of us!”

“Ha! what is this?” cried Vier. “Our apple, I declare!”












48 GRANNY’S STOR V-BOX.

And, indeed,
close by the hole
out of which
they had crept
lay the apple
which Ein had
dropt. . It had
rolled down the
glassy rocks to
that spot.

“Let us take
it,’ said Ein.
“We can drag
it, by turns, in
our mouths.”

So they tra-
velledaway with
the Fay apple
over a_ great
wide plain, at
the end of which .
they came to
a forest. And
there they sat
down under the
trees to rest, and
nibbled the
grass. And Ein
said, “I wonder



if we shall always be rabbits!”

“I do not see how we are ever to be little boys again!” said Zwei. “ Unless,
indeed, we could get back to old Guta. She knows charms, and perhaps she
could charm us back.”

“So she might!” said Fiinf. “Oh, if we could only get back to dear old
Guta!” :

“Yes, dear old Guta!” they all said. “How we wish she was here!”

“Let us bore, and bore, and bore,” said Ein, “till we come out at our castle.
We shall, perhaps, some day, if we go on boring patiently.”

“ So we will!” they cried. And ‘they began to bore directly.

And day and night the twelve little white rabbits bored, patiently, for a
whole year; and, would you believe it? that very day twelvemonth, when the
morning dawned, the first thing the sun saw, was Ein’s white nose pushing
up through the ground, in the Count’s castle garden. They had bored right
through the earth, these rabbits !

And Guta saw it too. Poor old Guta! every morning when she rose
now, her eyes were red and dim with tears, as she looked out upon the
bright gay castle garden, where her little lords used to play such merry
pranks. And this morning, too, she looked out with her red eyes; and as she
looked, she saw another pair of red eyes, coming up out of the ground; which
were Ein’s,
GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 49

Now old Guta was canny ; and as she looked
at the eyes of this rabbit, she knew, by a cer- % Wee.
tain expression in them, that they were
human eyes. And when she saw the twelve
little white rabbits coming out, one after
another, she exclaimed, “They are my own
pretty boys!”

‘Down she flew, without her stick ; and,
‘seizing a handful of earth, 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.

“We will never play you any
more tricks,” they cried.

As for the apple with the dead
Goblins in it, they buried it in that
very spot in. the castle garden where
they came out. And an apple tree,
the first that was ever seen on this
side of the 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 mischievous little
boys !”

“Well,” said Motty, “I shall never Bas eat an apple
again without thinking of that!”


“ Have you?” said Granny.







“We ie been doing
of Apple: pips.” *
“Oh, if you ha¢ :
the rabbits, Gran!” said
. Bobby, “ youriz
’ have laughed !”
“ Who were the
asked






















and

swered Pabby.
“And I* was
he chief of the

“to
white
‘tabbits, and
‘¥ hoppedabout
- the kitchen
on our hind
legs. And

then fun of bur-
rowin through. the
earth ! ‘went .° right
through stack: of f peat,





Gran,. in
“T thought iene
some doings of that kind,”
“by the shouts of laughter

“O Gran!” cried Motty, “it “was at Bobby
that we laughed so!, when he leaped about on the
table over our heads, and cried, Mo-gridil-abbo ! and all he re little song.
And just when he said, ‘Be every boy a rabbit!’ we put on our night-gowns,
and became rabbits,”




oe atl heard.”


GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 51

“T was obliged to practise that song first by myself,’ said Bobby, “while
they were getting ready. They are such wonderful words; Mogridilabbo,
Mogridilabbis, Mogridilabbit! What do they mean, Gran?”

“That is just what I asked my great-grandmother,” said Granny, “and she
said they were the Fays’ conjugation.”

“What is that?” asked Motty.

-“ Why, those words,” said Granny, “which conjugated the little boys into
rabbits.”

“We did not know what to
do for old Guta at the end,’
said Eddie. “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 then Bobby got under
it, and made a squeaking voice for
old Guta. And when she said,
‘Boy, come out of rabbit!’ we came
out of our night-gowns.”

“JT do like these plays,” said
Eddie; “they are as much fun as
the stories. How sorry I shall be
when the snow is gone!”

“T 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 story too!”

“T 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 take up
people’s words so, Motty; it is. not
polite; and if you do it again, I
shall be obliged to send you to
bed.”

2 BA, “So Motty held his peace, and
thought what a rude little boy he was.. And Granny said:

fia??



© a

‘Well, now, what I mean: to say is, that 742s was a fact, which could not
admit of the shadow. of a doubt; for the person who saw the Brownie with
her very own eyes, was the cousin-german, sixteen times removed, of my grand-
mother’s great-aunt’s first cousin’s wife. So, you see, it was a family thing.
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 a low stool, making porridge, or skilly, as
52 GRANNY’S STORY-BOX.

some call it... There was a great crockful, bubbling over the pine-logs ; for she
had five brothers;' woodcutters, who would come in hungry, by-and- bye. And
Ella sat sti rit nS vit round: with .a. great wooden., Jadls, and : ene: to the









- And as.. she ‘stirred h
Ella! she was. in’ ‘troub
dear old. cottage,



Tyyes, sith. its. pretty aes
} ( anderers. .For the owner of it
was a hard; ‘crueliémany who:wéuld not wait a ‘they could earn the sum they
owed him,.; and that?-day> he: had’ “>. -béen: there, and,. with ere
and threatening’. words, had bid : ‘

Ella had ‘prayed and entreated,’
time. He would not: give them day ; and, with a sad and
heavy heart she-preparéd their last. “over the hearth. which
she had. loved.: . SHe was quite al and the dreary, eae)
sounds without, ‘the. howling wind,
the dry, leafless branches of the
gloom. And. the’ thick, dark
and boded a: heavy storm; and
thought, they foreshadowed
life, and «she sighed again




















all” in vain, ise a ‘little





moment a: bright flood of

in through the casement,

over Ella, tdo; and ‘she thought to
herself, “H Ww wrong’ it is to be
so cheerlés ! | Why,.there is
a brightgléam inthe darkest
night!” hy

And: she



think how she
be like » that
toher brothers
trouble, and
by forgetting

“Why, what
thinking of ?.”
ed. “There is
burning, while
dreaming!
how late they
and itis bitter

Well, , they shall have a good fire for this night at. desist 3

now.”



fe tight herself

bright’ gleam

in? their
-comfort them

herself.
have I been
she exclaim-

the porridge

I have #been
Dear = me!

are to-night !

cold too

and ll. make it.up

So saying, Ella lifted ihe pontidee pat off the Haale and stirred up the wood
embers ; and then, rising from her stool, went to the cellar to fetch a few more
logs, that there might be a nice blaze for her brothers to warm themselves at
when they came in.

Well: as she came back from the cellar, to her great surprise she felt a strong,
cold blast of wind blowing round her, and saw that the house-door was open.
It had been shut the minute before, when she passed it. Now Ella was at the

GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 53

end of the passage in the dark; but the moonlight shone full upon the open
doorway, and there stood a little woman on the threshold. Ella
saw her quite plainly ; and she knew, as she looked at her, that
this was no human being. The
little woman was about two feet
high, and clad from head to foot
in a flowing mantle of dusky

, brcewn, which was partly
- wrapped round her head
like a veil. It was like
silky hair, and fluttered
noiselessly in the wind.
Quite motionless shestood
there, as if she had been
there always. And
Ella did not know what
to do; so she stood still
too where she was, by
the cellar door at the
end of the passage, and
held her breath, for she
was rather frightened.

Presently the Brow-
nie moved; yes, she
was actually coming
into the house; yes, into
this very kitchen. How
glad Ella felt that she was not there! And the little woman walked into
the kitchen without making any sound; and, seating herself on Ella’s stool
before the fire, lifted up the porridge-pot, and put it on the hook again ; and
then, taking the ladle, she began to stir the skilly round in the pot, just as Ella
had been doing.

Well: Ella waited some time at the end of the passage, and at last,
gaining more courage, crept quietly to the kitchen door, and peeped in.
There sat the little Brownie, with her back to Ella, stirring away with the
ladle, as if she had been doing nothing else all her life. And presently she
stopped, and taking a little bag from’the folds of her mantle, she opened it,
and took out of it a pinch of some yellow powder, which she sprinkled into
the porridge.

“Well!” thought Ella, “what a lucky thing that I saw that, now! They
es eat that porridge; no, not a crumb of it! What can she do that
or?

Then the little woman took the ladle again, and stirred round the porridge
three times ; and, as she did so, she murmured, in a low. voice,—













“ Ogily-bogily !
Oh pot of skilly !
Do what I willy !”

And, rising from her seat, she vanished up the chimney.
54 GRANNY’S STOR V-BOX.

Ella, the cousin-german, could scarcely believe her eyeSe but she saw it,
nevertheless.

“Why, Ella! what in the world are you standing ©
perishing here for, this bitter night?” ex-
claimed her brothers, coming in that
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 suppers! And
he seized the porridge-pot,
to turn its contents into
the bowls which stood
ready on the table.

“Oh!” cried Ella,
‘stop, stop! it’s be-
witched !”

“Bewitched!” cried °
her brothers all to-
gether; “it zs be-
witched, indeed!”

And if they did
not pour out of that
porridge-pot six bowlsful of the purest liquid gold !









“There!” said Granny. “And that is how ae came to be our very own
cottage, and garden, and orchard!”


STORY ABOUT THE QUEEN OF
THE KANGAROOS.

“(~*RAN,” said Motty the next night, “has that little Brownie ever been
here since?”

“Not in my day,” answered Granny.

“In anybody’s day?” asked Motty. “For we think we should be so
frightened if we were to see her !”

“Why should you?” said Granny. “None of those bogie-people can do

pes harm to any one who has a clear conscience,
which I hope my little boys have!”
“Yes, Gran!” they cried, all three.
“There is only oze thing, Gran,”
said Eddie, “that you don’t
know of!”

“ And that is nothing wrong,”
said Motty. “Only our secret!”

“ Have you any secrets from

me?” asked Granny.
“Only this oe little one,
Gran!” said Bobby.
“And you will know
it some day!”

“Perhaps I know it
now!” said Granny.

“Oh, that you don’t,
Gran!” cried Motty.
“Nobody knows it!
only we three.”

“ Ah!” said Granny,
“do you think you can
hide anything from
me?”

“This one thing,
Gran!” said Motty.
“For you were gone










to 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 not have seen us
behind that great gooseberry-bush. Could they, Motty?”

“No,” said Motty. “And I am sure no one cow/d have known what we did
there |”

“Now, Motty,” said Bobby, “don’t go on talking, or we shall get no story.
Please, Gran, will you begin?”
56 GRANNY S STOR Y-BOX.

“Well,” said Granny, “let me see. Did I ever tell you the story about the
Queen of the Kangaroos?”
“No, never, Gran!” cried the
three little boys. “We should
like to hear that!”
So Granny began—

Well then: there was once a
poor peasant, who had one little
‘daughter. She was very hand-
- some, and she knew it too; and
sheywas as vain as she could be.

she'used to go and sit by
tiver-side and look at her
face in the water. As to work,
she never did any; for she said
to herself—. ,

“T am much too pretty to
drudge. .: “That is very well for
people who are ugly and com-
mon ; but as for me, I am only
fit to bea 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 a beauty. But -
her mother, who was wiser, used to shake
her head and say, “Oh Kary, Kary! you
will come to grief!” But Kary thought
that could never be, and so she still sat
by the water-side,. and admired herself.
She was ‘quite sure that the first king who
came that way would ask her.to be his
wife. And every day she sat there wait-
ing for a king to come.

One day when she was on the river’s
bank as usual, she heard footsteps‘behind
hey, and she turned quickly to see who it
could be, for it was a lonely place, and
her heart beat high, as she thought that
it might be a king. . But no! it was no-
thing at all but a decrepit old woman, in
a hooded cloak, who was hobbling along
with a fagot on her back. And as she ©
passed close by where Kary sat, the cord
with which it was bound gave. way,
and the sticks fell all down about the
-bank. :

“ There’s a good little maid,” said the
old woman to Kary, “help me to pick
up these, will you?” ,



GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 57

“I!” said Kary, quite astonished. “I never touch those sort of things! I
am going to be a king’s wife!”

“Indeed!” said the old woman.

: Yes, : answered Kary. “I shall be the wife of the first king who comes this
way.”

“Well-a-day !” aia the old woman. “And what do you mean to wear at
the wedding?”

“White, of course,” said Kary. “White fur. That is what queens wear.”

“Well now, ‘to think of that!” said. the old woman. “So you won't help me
with. my sticks?”

“How can 1?” said Kary. “I wonder how you can think of asking me!”
. “Because I see you have two hands,” answered the old woman. “What are
‘they for?”

“To look at,” “said Kary, and she held them up. “See how white and slim
they are!”

“T see!” said the old zc woman. “And are your
feet of the same oe use?”

“ Well, yes,” said Kary. “And to dance
with. Won't they look well in white
velvet slippers!”

“Very well!” an-











swered theold woman.

“Andnow, what would
you say to me if I were
to make you a present
of your wedding-

dress? Then you would be seatiy for the first king who came by!”

“Can you?” cried Kary, surprised. “I should be very much obliged to
»you! And I will remember you when I am a queen.”

“For,” thought she, “if I were well dressed, I: should look handsomer than
ever!”

“Agreed!” said the old woman. “You will not forget me!”
58 GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX.

And 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! j
And all day long thou shalt look at them, too:! ?



And Kary, to her great dismay, immediately became a: white kag
the same moment the old woman’s hooded cloak fell off, and Kary saw a beautiful
fairy standing before her, who said, smiling, “Cheer up, Kary! thou yet mayst
be a king’s wife!” and then disappeared, leaving Kary if great grief; for it was
such a shock, to be suddenly changed into’a kangaroo, the most ridiculous of all
creatures !

“Every one who sees me will laugh at me!” said she to herselt’ and she
felt so much ashamed of her appearance, that she leapt away from the river-side
as fast as she could, to hide herself in the wood, and at; every leap she made,
she felt more and more vexed and ashamed, for there were her little fore paws,
so white and slim, hanging up inthe air, just under her’ eyés, and do what she
would, she could not put them down! And there were her*long hind paws, in
their white velvet’ slippérs, “sticking out too
just under her eyes, She could not endure
the sight!

_ “Tf I could only walk sensibly: like any
other quadruped,” said she, “it would be
bearable, but to go tippering in this absurd
way with these silly little paws hanging out
in the air, it is enough to make one frantic !
What. king will ever make me his wife,
now?” | o
_ ~“‘And.as:she fled away through the fields
tothe woods, the cows all stopped eating ©
_to stare at her, and she was certain she
‘ heard them laugh. And when she got into .,
: the: wood, the little birds all: tittered, and
. .She’Knew they were tittering at her! ‘And
_ she was so angry, she could hardly con-
tain herself. But that did not mend the
-matter, for she could not do anything else
«but leap in this ridiculous: way, with her
‘ little fore paws up in the air.: And the
“ -very-hares, as they ran past her, grinned. -
At length she camé to a cave in 1 thie. woods, and’ she thought it would be a good
place to hide herself in. “So she’ went in there, ‘and Jay down in the darkest
corner of it.

“And, oh!” said she to herself in bitter ariel: “who would have thought that
I should have become the laughing-stock of the: whole world!”

“Serve her right!” cried Motty..

“So I think !” said Gray; “for. what i is more ridiculous than vanity 2%


























“Just like a girl; to be vain !”’said Motty, the next evening, at ‘How can n girls
be so silly!”

“Are boys never vain?” asked Granny. “Do you know I once saw a little

GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 59

boy standing before a bright brass warming-pan admiring his own curly
chair!”

Motty' got very red when Granny said this. He said no more about girls
being vain.

“Please, Gran,” said Eddie, “did Kary ever come out of the kangaroo?”

And Granny answered,—

“TI 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 herself, and she
resolved that she never would come out into the light again.

So, though she was hungry, she waited till the sun had set, and the birds and
hares were gone to sleep before she ventured to come out to find herself some
food.

And how she did hate herself as she went leaping along in that absurd way !
‘As for her little fore paws, hanging there just under her eyes, she would have
bitten them off, if it had not been painful to do that, they teased her so!
There they hung, seeming to say, “ Look at us! see how white and slim we are!”

“Well,” said she to herself, “at least there is no one to see me now!”

But just as she had said it, a great brown owl, who was sitting on a bough
overhead, began to hoot, and then another brown owl from an opposite tree
hooted inreturn. And Kary knew that they Sig
were mocking at her; and she fled away as
fast as she could out of the
wood, and over a great plain
beyond. And she fled on, till
she found that she could flee
no further, for she had come to
the sea.

“TI wish,” cried she, “oh, I
wish that I could go over the
sea, to some place where no other creatures live!”

And as she sat on the. shore in the moonlight, looking at
the sea, and wondering if she could swim over it, she saw a
little raft floating on the waves; and it came nearer and
nearer towards her. And she was feeling so wretched, that :
she did not much care whether she lived or died ; so, giving
~ a great leap, when the wave brought the raft near, she leapt
on it; and when the tide turned she went out to sea.

All night long Katy rode upon the waves, on her raft ;
but even there she had no peace; for the gulls would come
and look at her, in the moonlight ; and they flew in her
face, and made 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 laughing at her. Even the sharks te
put their heads up out of the water, and made faces at her. And she was obliged
to sit still and bear it.

At last, when the morning dawned, to her great joy she saw land. It wasa










sits



60 GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX.










wild-looking island, at a little distance. And the waves .cé
the beach; and Kary, sprat off. it, and leapt away amon

no living thing, not -even.a, bird;sto 8
she made a good brealslast, and then. |
for she was very tired. HD eae
She slept es and when she aw

iS.











B Bao long she heard*a: great bustle ‘without :
‘and preset he entétied "thé



he princesses white; therefore nets of
nd so it was a great prize to med ‘Ke







“I won't be- your Wie

ary, “Sud aly facing him:
the wife of a ae 1

nee ator, ask

# anor
“< , kan-



oo

1 Lh Oak eC i pr : : =
sent a costly pair af ‘piace to Kary, to, ‘out on her little fore paws ; ; but-she

tossed them into the bearer’s face.

GRANNY’S STOR V-BOX. 61

And when the great kangaroo lords and ladies came to fetch her to the
wedding, she would not stir out of
the corner, to go with them.

“This is very shocking!” said
they. “Do you know -that if you
refuse to be the wife of the King,
you will be beheaded !”

“Behead me, then!” said Kary.
“T won't wed the King!”

“What zs to be done?” said the
prime minister. “His Majesty
waits for you, madam !”

“His Majesty must wait!” said
Kary. “Fetch the axe!”

And they parleyed so long that
the King came himself to see why
they did not come. And when he
found that Kary would xot be made
Queen, in a great rage he bid them
bring the axe. And, holding it up
to her, he cried —

“ Choose, madam, between us!”

“The axe, by all means!” said Kary. “I never will be Queen!”

And she laid herself down, all ready; and the King,
in his fury, chopped off her fore paws, and her hind

paws, and her head. No sooner had he done so,

than Kary became a little maiden again; and all
the kangaroos, and the King too, fled away
from her, in a great fright. And as Kary turned,
she saw standing beside her the old woman in
the hooded cloak.

“Well-a-day !” said she. “So you won’t be
the wife of a king, after all!”

“ Ah!” said Kary, “I am wiser now!”
And the old woman took Kary up, and put
her into the hood of her cloak, and flew away
_with her from Kangaroo Island. And she
set Kary down in her old place by the river-
side again, and then vanished.

But Kary would not look into the
water, now ; and running away to her
father’s cottage, she found the door
open, and her father and mother out.
So she took the broom, and tucked
up her frock, and began to sweep the
kitchen, and put it in order.
as And when they came home, they
cried, embracing her, “Is this Kary?”

















STORY OF NOBODY.

OW, Gran,” said Motty the next night, “you have told us about Goblins,
and Elfins, and Witches, and Brownies, and Fairies, and Fays; please,
is there any other sort of creature like these ?”
“Well,” replied Granny, “ what do you say to’a story about Nobody? Shall
I tell you about him ?”
“© Gran!” exclaimed Bobby, “that must be a funny story! Who is
Nobody ?”
“Ah!” replied Granny. “Who, indeed! He is the most wonderful kind
of elf!”
“Yes, please, Gran, tell us that !” cried Bobby, and Motty, and Eddie. And
Gran said :—

Well: now, it is a certain fact, to begin with, that Nobody has lived on the
earth ever since the Flood. And another fact, as certain, is, that Nobody
lives upon air.

Nobody’s head is covered with eyes and ears. Nobody has a hundred
hands, and a hundred legs.. Nobody can do just what he likes, and be in a
hundred places at the same moment.

All the mischief that is done in the world'is done by Nobody. All accidents
that happen are Nobody’s fault. All meddling is Nobody’s business.

And Nobody is so good-natured, that he does not mind what is laid to
his charge; though every word that people say against him, is heard by
Nobody.

If a house is on fire, it is sure to be Nobody’s fault; and while people —
shout, and scream, and scramble out as fast as they can, Nobody sits quietly
in the middle of the flames and brushes his hat.

When a schoolmaster has lost his cane, and it is nowhere to be found,
you. may be certain that this is Nobody's doing; and the boys say so, of
course. And the master looks grave, and says that somebody must have done
it; and that they shall all be caned. Nobody laughs then, and thinks it
fine fun!

When sweatmeats and’good ‘things disappear in that strange way in which
they often do, without anyone’s knowing how, you may depend that Nobody
has been at them. Not that he is greedy, in the least! Nobody is quite
indifferent to these things. But Nobody dances upon the ocean every night,
at one o'clock, and gives all the cenfits he gets to the fishes.

Oh, Nobody does the’ most impossible things! Nobody can swallow
down a flash of lightning, and be just as comfortable afterwards. Nobody
will kiss a laughing hyena, and laugh too. Nobody will put a red-hot
poker into one of his eyes, and say, “ How jolly!” Nobody will sit on the
GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 63

weather-cock’ of a spire, and smoke his pipe there. . Nobody will walk on
: eggs for fifty miles, and think nothing of it. No-
body can get into a bottle, and cork himself in.
Nobody makes cheese-cakes of soot, and apple-pie
of bear’s grease. Nobody has wings, and flies
round the world in the twinkling of an eye. No-
body will break all his bones, and not éare
a bit; and Nobody mends them again with
glue. Nobody sleeps’ in a donkey’s ear
with a bee’s wing for his blanket. Nobody
rides upon a water-spout
when he has no other
<*: horse. Nobody warms
himself at an iceberg
when he is cold. No-
body can bite a piece out of
the moon with his teeth, and
patch it up with sticking-
plaster. Nobody walks out
with a saucepan on his head
: when he can’t find his hat.
~ Nobody will sit in a tub of
boiling pitch and write verses,
and ask for his great-coat because
it is so chilly. Nobody will jump
into a poor woman’s empty por-
ridge-pot and stew himself for her
dinner, and come out none the worse.
Nobody will go on the sea-shore and
Ae sew the rocks together with a needle
and thread. Nobody takes live coals in his hand

to comb his hair with. Nobody will take a porcu-
pine and use him for an easy-chair. Nobody will
twist off a baby’s head and play at ball with it.

Nobody cares for nothing !

Nobody blots every little boy’s copy-book. No-
body spills all. the ink-that is spilt. No-
body ‘breaks all the windows that are
broken. Nobody finds all ‘the pins
that ladies lose, and sticks them into
his cheeks. Nobody . knows. where
the. flies sleep. Nobody knows what ~y
the fishes say. Nobody knows what ~
the black beetles do. Nobody can f\
even hear a man wink. t

Nobody knows exactly how many
inches there are in an hour, and can
hear the days go by... Nobody can see ue
the noise that the thunder makes, and ‘
hear the sun rise, and the moon change.


















64 GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX.

Nobody can smell the light, and make a posy of the sunbeams. These are
the sort of things that Nobody does.

And with all this, Nobody
is never conceited! There is
one thing, above all, that No-
body enjoys; and that is, to
be laughed at. Nobody likes
to be made game of !

There never was such a
being as this Nobody. Indeed,
if I were to: tell you of all his
strange ways, it would take
me all the time from now till
Freezig comes again. But I
will tell you what he did
once.

There was an old woman,
just as J might be; and she
had three grandsons, just as
you might be, you know.

Well: and so Nobody, who
is always busy everywhere,
saw these three little boys one day bury something in the corner of the garden,
behind a gooseberry-bush. And

~ ©© Gran!” cried Motty. “How could he have seen that? There was
no one else by, I am certain, but we three. And you were gone to
market!”

“Well, you see!” said Granny. “Nobody was by, and Nobody told
me!”

“Oh, if ever I knew such a thing!” exclaimed Bobby. “To think of that
now! Our secret!” :

“Well, Gran!” said Eddie. “I don’t think he could have told you a//, For
only we knew all about that!” :

“Ah!” replied Granny. “You had better take care in future ! Nobody »
hears all your secrets!”

“ And does he always go and tell you, Gran ?” asked Eddie.

“Ah!” answered Granny. “I only warn you! Shall I goon?”

“O please, yes, Gran!” said Motty. “I should like to see, now, if he nee
the whole thing!”

And Granny went on:

Well: and the little boys were as busy as could be there, grubbing at the
earth, to make a hole deep enough; and they whispered together, and Nobody

“heard what they said when they | put it in the hole.

“ Put what, Gran?” asked Motty, laughing.

“Why, that very thing,” answered Granny, “which they buried there. And
Nobody knows what they did it for!”

“Well, I never!” exclaimed Eddie. “And he told you, Gran!”

“Did he tell you that we sowed the egg, to make an egg-tree come? ”
asked Motty.





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GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 65

“ Nobody told me that,” said Granny.
“Tt was too bad of him, then!” said
Bobby. ‘ For we wanted to give you a great
surprise, Gran!”
> “And we have been watching and watch-
3 ing these many months,” said Motty, “to
see it sprout. We took it up
two or three times, to look;
‘but nothing has come of it
yet.”
: “That is Nobody’s fault, be
sure, then!” said Eddie. “Where
j was he, Gran ?”

“ Nobody was in the gooseberry
bush,” said Granny.

“Well!” said Motty, “it was
very sly of him! And can’t we
ever do anything without his know-
ing?”




















“No!” said Granny.

“Not even in the dark?”
asked Eddie.

“Nobody sees in the
dark,” said Granny.

“And does he know
what we are going to do, if we don't
say anything about it, even?” asked
Bobby.

“ Nobody knows everything !” said
Granny. “So take care what you
do!” :


STORY ABOUT FAIRY EMY’S FEAST,



OW, dear Gran!” said Eddie, the next night, “you will give us a nice
long new story, won't you?”

“Like Apple-pips,” said Bobby. «1 like that sort of adventures !”

“Well,” said Granny, “I must think, I am afraid you have had nearly. all
my store. And, indeed, I expect it will thaw before long.”

“ How sorry we shall be when it does !.” said Motty.

“What, to play on the green grass again, and see the lillies come up in the
garden ! ” said Granny. “And to see the apples and: eBoosePetrics coming!”

“T don’t know,” said Motty. “I think

nothing is really so _ jolly as your stories,
Gran!” ™

“Nothing !” ex
die.

“T always dream
“ Only think, Gran !
the little Brownie
sat on my bed, and
beat my face with
a ladle! And I
couldn't get away !
And at last I gave
her a great push,
and:she flew up the
chimney; and I
awoke and called Bobby. But he
was snoring so, he did not hear.”

“T-am sure I was not, then, Motty!” said Bobby.
“T never snore. It’s Eddie!”

“T!” exclaimed Eddie. “J don’t snore, I am sure.
It is you yourself, Motty, who snore!”

“T!” said Motty. “I was awake, I tell you! And I never
do snore, when I am asleep!” ;

“Tt must have been Nobody, then,” said Granny. “Nobody
snores, when he sleeps!”

“Tt must have been!” said Bobby. ‘No one else would make such an ugly
sound.”

“ But now, Gran, please! !” said Motty. “ Have you thought ?”

“Ves, I have thought,” said Granny, “several things. Shall I tell you one?”

“Yes, please, Gran ! !”’ cried the three little boys. ue

“Well, then,” said Granny, “one is, that snoring is an ugly sound; but
that contradicting sounds uglier still!”

“O Gran!” they cried, disappointed. “We won't do it again! Please ‘tell
us something else you have thought!” '







claimed ‘Bobby and Ed-

of them.!})said Motty.
, [dreamt last night, that

GRANNY S STOR YV-BOX. 67

“Well, I have thought too,” said Granny, “that little boys who won't cer-
tainly do it again, might perhaps like to hear a jolly fairy-tale. Do you think
_they would?”

“OQ yes, Gran!” cried Bobby, and Motty, and Eddie, “we are sure
of it!”

So Granny pee

Well: once upon—yes, once upon a little hill-side, stood a little house, in a
little garden. And in it lived a little girl. She was the dearest, prettiest
little girl you ever saw. She had blue laughing eyes, and rosy cheeks, and
golden curls dropping down all over her shoulders;.and her name was May,
and she was just like it.

All day long she played with the flowers, and the butterflies, and the birds,
in her little garden. And her mother used to watch her from the lattice,
while. she played, and love her with all her heart; and she called her her

Bonny May. And Bonny May used to run up: to her mother in the middle
of her play, and say—

“OQ mother, I am so very, very happy!”

Indeed, she wanted for nothing that could ‘make her happy; till one day,
when she saw Wym.

Now you must know that Wym is a little idle, peevish Elf, who goes about
the world trying to make everybody discontented about something; and if he
cannot find something, he makes them discontented about nothing. And even
little Bonny May he could not let alone.

One day, when she was sitting, as happy as could be, making daisy chains,
under a shady bank in the garden, which hid her from her mother's sight, Wym
spied her. He was perched upon one of the cones of the tall pine-tree over her
head, rocking in the air; for he is never at rest. So he gave a jump, and came
right down in front of Bonny May. And she said, “ You funny thing! what do
you want?”

“TI only came to have a little chat with you,” answered Wym. “You seem
very happy here!”

“Very!” answered Bonny May. “T couldn’t be happier, could I!”

“Why, as to that,” said Wym, “you could, indeed. If you only knew—but
you don’t know!”

“Know what?” asked Bonny May.

“Ah!” said Wym. “A...... h! Catch me telling you!”

“ Do tell me!” said Bonny May.

“T wouldn’t make you discontented for the world!” replied Wym. “You
poor little thing! how can you know, shut up in this garden always!”

“Know what?” asked Bonny May.

“Why, how jolly a thing it is to see something of the world, and to be
able to go where you please, and to do what you like,” said Wym. “Why,
the very birds and beasts in the forest are better off than you!”

“T never thought of that before!” said Bonny May.

“And it is of no use for you to think of it, now,” said Wym. “You poor
little thing! good-bye!” And giving a jump, he went over the garden hedge,
out of Bonny May’s sight.

Well: from that hour, a cloud came over Bonny May. She could think
of nothing else, but how the very birds and beasts were better off than she.




68 GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX.

And she made no more daisy chains; but she used to lie on the bank and
mope.



“T would rather. be anything hen a little ‘gifl, ina
little garden!” she thought. And her mother ona ee
what had come over Bonny May.
One day, as she lay there: mnoping; a saw
a dinky bird hop out of a hole:in the:
bank. It was a little dot of a. wren,
and quite «white, all“over. And
it'came hopping nearer and nearer
to Bonny May, and: looking up
at her with its very: Depht
little: eyes.
. And she cried, “O ‘you
little nice wee bird!
“come to me, come!”
And the bird came
hopping Hopping, and
vHopped upon the tip
of Bonny
May’s shoe,

- and looked up
in her face.

“O youlittle

nice wee
bird!” said
Bonny May.
“T like you
very. much!
Sing: to me,
sing! ”

— Andthelittle

- . = { bird. opened

mo? its beak, and sang,—





















“Bonny, Bonny May!
Say, O say!
_ Wilt thou come away
To my feast, to-day ?-
For I want'thee, Bomny, Bonny
i May!
sett ote lf “Oh what a pretty little song |
».° eried Bonny May. “And you
can speak like me! Where shall Icome?” "
And the little bird answered,—

“ Follow, follow me !
And thou shalt see
My little wondrous nest in the old plane tree !”
“What dear little songs you do sing!” said Bonny May. “ Show t me your
wondrous nest, you nice’ wee bird !”
Then the bird hopped off Bonny Mays shoe towards the hole. in the bank.
And eae May said,—

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? .GRANNY’S STOR YV-BOX. 69

“But I cannot get in there! It is too tight!”

Then the little bird went in,
and she lost sight of it By-
and-bye, however, it came
back with a small white berry
in its beak, which it put into
Bonny May’s mouth. And
as soon as she had
swallowed it, she be-
came a white wren!

Then the two little
birds hopped away
“. into the hole. And
Bonny May thought
it was most delight-
ful, for it was just
what she wanted !

So into the bank they
went, and there was a long
narrow passage, through
which they hopped. And
it was dark; and as they went
on, Bonny May said to the other










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bird, “Where are you?” And it answered —

“ Never fear !
I am here!”


70 GRANNYS STOR Y-BOX..

So when they had hopped a great way, they came out at the side of another
shady bank, in the middle of a forest. And then the little bird spread its wings
and flew, and Bonny May spread her wings.and flew too. How she did like
that! And they flew together, till they came to a great old plane-tree. It was
formed of three large planes, which had grown together into one; and in the
top of the stem there was a small hole, just big enough for the little wrens to
creep in at. And in there the little bird flew, and Bonny May followed.

And what should you think, now?. There was a flight of steps in the tree, .
down which they hopped, and came to a little door. And the bird pecked with
its beak at the door, and it opened; and when they came inside, Bonny May
saw that she was in a most beautiful little chamber. The walls of it were lined
with swan’s down, and at the tip of every flake of swan’s-down there. hung a
diamond for a light ; and they lighted up the whole chamber with such a dazzling
blaze, that at first Bonny ay could see nothing else.

But when her eyes got accus-
_ tomed to the light, she saw that
the bird was gone, and standing
before her was the most lovely
little being that any one’s eyes
could behold. It was a tiny
fairy about three inches high ;
her eyes were like the gentle
oom... stars, and her cheeks like morn-
ing daisies. Her dress was
made of the wings of white
butterflies, and on her head was
-a crown of pearls. She smiled
ee sweetly at Bonny May, and _ said,
ef J am the Fairy Emy. I love thee, Bonny
May Le?

es aber is the little nice wee bird!” said
Bonny May, “that brought me here ?”

“Tt was I,” said Fairy Emy ; “for I wanted
thee to come to my feast, Bonny May.”
“T shall like to come to your feast, very much,” said
Bonny May.

“Thou shalt go and invite my guests for. me,” said
Fairy Emy. “And first thou shalt go to the Brown
Dormouse.”

“Where shall I find him?” asked Bonny May.

“In the hollow of the beech-mast tree,” said Fairy
Emy. “And give him my compliments, and ask him to
come to my feast. Tell him that there will be a dish of
ripe red chestnuts on purpose for him. And mind thou
wake him well, or he will think it only a dream. Next, thou must go to the
Green Dragon-fly.”

“ Where “shall I find him?” asked Bonny May.

“Sitting on a bulrush,” said Fairy Emy, “by the pond in the fotest And
give him my compliments, and bid him to my feast, and ek him to bring his
cousins with him. Then thou must go to the Golden Wren.”






GRANNY S STOR Y-BOX. 71

“ Where shall I find him?” asked Bonny May.

“Tn his nest in the bank side,” said Fairy Emy. “And give him my compli-
ments, and invite him to my feast. Tell him that there will be a plate of red
cherries on purpose for him. And ask him to bring his babies with him. Next,
thou must go to the purple Emperor.”

“Where shall I find him?” asked Bonny May.

“On the daffodil, in the dingle,” said Fairy Emy. “And make my humble
compliments to his majesty, and pray him to honour my feast with his presence.
Then thou must go to the Stag-beetle.”

“Where shall I find him?” asked Bonny May.

“Under the mossy stone, by the great yew tree,” said Fairy Emy. “And
give him my compliments, and ask him to come to my feast, and to bring his
friend, the Cockchafer, with him. Next, thou must go to the Grasshopper.”

“Where shall I find him?” asked Bonny May.

“Among the long grass, in the glade,” said Fairy Emy. “And give him my
compliments, and bid him to my feast. Tell him there will be a goblet of the
purest dew-drops on purpose for him. And ask him not to leave his music
behind. Next thou must go to the Red-tailed Humble- Bee.”

“ Where shall I find him?” asked Bonny May.

“Among the wild thyme, on the bank,” answered Fairy Emy. “And give
him my compli-
ments, and ask
him to my feast.
Say that there
will be honey-
cake on purpose
for him. And,
lastly, thou must
go-to the Cric-
ket.”

“Where shall

I find him?”
asked Bonny
May.

“Onthe hearth-

stone, in the hut
. of the old woman
who lives just
outside the
forest,” said
Fairy Emy. “But before thou set off, I must give thee this bunch of white
berries. There, I tie it to thy neck. If thou find thyself in any danger, swallow
one, and thou shalt instantly become any other creature thou may’st think of.
Ask them all to be here by noon. And there will be a junket on purpose for
thee! Farewell, Bonny May!”
And Bonny May flew out of the plane-tree.



“And Granny’s little birdies must fly to roost!” said Gran.
So Bobby, and Motty, and Eddie laughed, and put out their arms for wings,
and went flying up, one after the other, ‘to bed, crying, “ Farewell, dear Gran!”
72 GRANNY S STOR Y-BOX,

“Now, Gran, please!” cried Eddie, the next ‘night, “we have flown back
again, to hear the rest of Bonny May.”

And Granny said:

Well : so away flew Bonny May, to the hollow in the beech-mast tree, first.





And she peeped in, and saw a nest of dry leaves, and in the midst of it, rolled up
in a ball, the Brown Dormouse, fast asleep. So she said—
“Brown Dormouse!”
But he did not hear. So she called a little louder, “ Brown Dormouse, please !’
Still he lay there, snoring; for Dormice are zof ashamed to snore. So she

1»

called again, very loud indeed, “ Brown Dormouse, I say!
GRANNY S STORY-BOX. | 73

Not a bit of it! He didn’t hear what she said. So she cried,

“You are quite too lazy!” and hopped in, and gave him a peck with her
beak. Then he unrolled himself a little, and rubbed his eyes. And she
said—

“The Fairy Emy sends you her compliments, and hopes you will come to
her feast at noon. There will be a dish of ripe red chestnuts on purpose for you.
Mind, it’s not a dream!” And seeing that he still looked very sleepy, she gave
him two more pecks, which woke him quite; but he was so cross, that he did
not even. say, Thank you.

And while he sat up, looking at Bonny May, and she at him, a great fierce
hawk peeped into the hollow of the beech-mast tree. The Brown Dormouse
fled down into a little-hole, in the twinkling of an eye; but as for Bonny May,
she was so terrified, that she could think of nothing, in that moment, but a
frog; and gobbling down one of her white berries as fast as possible, she be-
came a frog instantly; and giving a great leap, scared the hawk, and it took
flight. Then Bonny May went leaping away to the pond in the forest. And
when she got there she saw the Green Dragon- fly, sitting on a bulrush. So
she made a curtsey, and said—

“The Fairy Emy sends you her compliments, and begs you will come to her
feast, and bring your cousins with you, at noon.”

And the Green Dragon-fly made an elegant bow, and said—

“T shall be most happy !”



But while Bonny May was looking at him, and he at her, a large
wild duck sprang out of the pond, and came waddling that way very fast
indeed.

“O dear!” thought Bonny May. “It doesn’t do to be a frog! Oh! what
shall I be ?—a rabbit!” And quickly swallowing one of the berries, which still
hung round her neck, she became a rabbit. Then, shaking her long ears at the
astonished duck, she scampered.'away to the bank side to find the Golden
Wren.
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74 GRANNYS STOR V-BOX.

There he was, sitting in his little nest, singing to his babies. So Bonny May
said— :

“Excuse me!”

And the Golden Wren smiled politely, and answered—

“Pray don’t mention it!”

“But I must, please,” said Bonny May. “The Fairy Emy sends you her
compliments, and invites you to her feast at noon: She begs you will bring your —
babies, and desires me to say that there will be a plate of red cherries on
purpose for you.”

“JT shall be charmed,” answered the Golden Wren. “But excuse me!”

“Pray don’t mention it!” said Bonny May. &

“But I must, please,’ said the Golden Wren. “There is a fox behind

you !”
“O dear!” thought Bonny May. “It doesn’t do to be a rabbit! What shal
I be now? An owl, suppose!” And
swallowing another of her berries, in
great haste, she changed into a large
white owl, and flew away, hooting at the
disappointed fox.

And so she flew to the dingle, to find
-the Purple Emperor.

There he was, sitting on a daffodil,
winking. And Bonny May alighted be-
fore him, and said—

“May it please your Majesty ! The
Fairy Emy makes you her humble com-
pliments,and prays you to honour her feast
with your presence at noon.”

And the Purple Emperor looked
graciously ; but it was beneath his dignity
to make any answer; his silence was
sufficient.

“Ah!” thought Bonny May, “it is a
good safe thing to be an owl!” And
she was about to fly in search of the
Stag-beetle, when she found that her
claws were caught in a net’ which was
laid just where she had alighted. “O
dear!” thought she. “It does not do to
be an owl! What shall I be? A daddy-
long-legs! no one cares for them!” So
she ate another berry, and became a
daddy-long-legs. And she went spinning
away through the air to the mossy stone



under the great yew-tree,

There she found the Stag-beetle, in a brown study—Nobody knows what
about! So Bonny May said—

“ Sir! ”

And the Stag-beetle raised his horns, and listened. And she said—

“The Fairy Emy sends you her compliments, and asks you to her feast
GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 75

at noon. And she begs that you will bring your friend the Cockchafer with
you.”

“Your most obedient!” said the Stag-beetle, and then he put down his horns
again, and went back into his brown study under the mossy stone.

“Now. for the Grasshopper!” said Bonny May to herself. But at that
moment a hungry wood-pecker came gliding round the trunk of the old
yew-tree, with his eyes fixed
on her. And she, ina great
fright, thought, “ I had better
be an elephant at once!”
and swallowing another white
berry, she became an ele-
phant. And the wood-pecker,
seeing this monstrous sight,
hid himself, lest Ze should be
eaten.

Then Bonny May stalked
away to the forest glade, to
find the Grasshopper. And
she thought it was a capital
thing to be an elephant.
“Nothing can hurt me now!”
she said.

Presently she heard the
Grasshopper chirping.

So she said, “Mr Grass-
hopper!”

And he jumped up out of
the long grass into a butter-
cup, and looked very much
scared at her. And she
thought—

“T must speak gently, or
the noise will throw him into
a fit!” So she said, in an
elephant’s whisper—

“ The Fairy Emy sends you
her compliments, and hopes oo
you will come to her feast at noon. She bids me say there will be a goblet of
the purest dew-drops on purpose for you, and begs you will not leave your
music behind.” :

“Certainly, certainly!” answered the Grasshopper, hurriedly; and leaped
out of sight as he spoke. For he could not get over his alarm at such a great
world of a monster.

But the monster soon came to an end; for Bonny May had hardly gone three
steps more, when she fell headlong into a deep pit.

“O dear!” thought she. “It does not do to be an elephant! What shal/
I be now? A mole! then if I fall into a pit, I can get out again. Yes, I
will be a mole!”

So she swallowed another berry, and became a mole, and then crept out of





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76 GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX.

the pit, and went to find the Red-tailed Humble-bee, among the wild thyme
on the bank. :

There he was, meekly gathering the little drops of honey. And Bonny May
said—

“ Humble-Bee! The Fairy. Emy sends: you her compliments, and invites
you to her feast ‘at noon. And she says there will be honey-cake on purpose
for you.” as

And the Red-tailed Humble-Bee blushed

all over, and said,
fidgeting about (for he was very shy)—



eine “The honour is too
pat. *o~» great!”

‘ Then Bonny May
said to herself, “ Now
there is only the Cric-
ket to go to, and then
I shall have done.”
But as she was just
setting off to find him,
a stoat, who had been
watching her from his
hole, darted out after
her; and he was so
quick, that she had
time to think of
nothing else; so swal-
lowing another berry,
she changed into a
stoat herself. And
he looked very much
4 surprised, and said,
with a bow—

“T—I beg your
pardon! I made a
mistake, I think !”-

“Pray don’t think

3 of it!” said Bonny

May, bowing too.
And he returned to
his hole, while she ran
off to the old woman’s
hut.

The door was open,

; and no one within.
So Bonny May crept to the hearth, and was
x just inviting the Cricket, who lay basking
there, when in came the old woman from market with her dog. ,
“O ho!” she cried. “Here is the ugly stoat who sucks all my eggs! bold
thing! At him, Pincher!” And she shut the door quickly.
Poor Bonny May! she had barely time to swallow her last berry, and
become a snail, which was the only safe thing she could think of. And



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GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 17

while Pincher was looking about for the stoat, she crawled up the leg of the
old woman’s chair, and stuck herself under the seat.

“And there she must ’bide!” said Granny. ‘“ Good-night!”

‘

The next evening, while the little boys were waiting for Granny, Motty
said—
“T must say, I think it was very stupid of Bonny May to become a snail!”
“Very?” said Bobby, “when
she had no more berries left !
I dare say, now, she lost her
junket !”
“Well, if I had been her,’
said Motty, “I should just.
have turned into a lion, and
eaten up the old
woman and _ her
dog.”
' “Ves, I wonder
she did not think of
that,” said Eddie.
“You see she was a girl /” said Motty.
“ Ah, true,” replied Bobby. “That makes all the difference!”
“Yes,” said Motty. “It’s ten times better to be a boy!”
“Ten times!” said Eddie.
Granny heard what they said, as she came into the kitchen, and she laughed.
“ Well now, Gran, isn’t it?” asked Motty.
“ Perhaps it is, for you!” answered Granny. “There is nothing better than
being contented with one’s lot. And that is what Bonny May learnt in the end.”













“That is just what we want to
hear, Gran, please,” said
Eddie; “the end of Bonny
May. We are quite
ready, Gran!”



“ Indeed ! ”
said Granny.
“Vou are al-
ways ready, I
think!”

So she went on.

Well: as I said, Pincher hunted about,
and he and the old woman could not tell what had become of the stoat.
“JT saw him with my own eyes!” said she to Pincher, “there, just under the
78 GRANNY’S STORYV-BOX.

chair! Good dog, find him!” But no stoat could Pincher find. So, at last,
he and the old woman gave it up, and sat down to dinner quietly.

Then Bonny May thought it was time for her to make haste to Fairy Emy’s
feast. “For,” said she to herself, “I cannot go very fast.”

So she crawled from under the old woman’s chair, and over the kitchen floor,
and then up the wall, and out through the lattice. And just as she was getting
out, she heard the old woman say to, Pincher—

“Those nasty snails! I must clear the garden of them. A little uickumne is
the thing ; it kills them instantly.”

And Bonny May hearing this, crawled as fast as she could over the old
woman’s garden. And there the Cricket overtook her, in his best brown suit,
looking very spruce.

“You'll be late!” he cried. And then with a hop, skip, and a jump, he was
out of sight. m

When she
had gone a
little further,
she: saw the
Golden Wren
and his babies ©
on their way,
in the air, to
. Fairy Emy’s

. feast, followed

by the Purple
Emperor and
the Red-tailed
Humble -Bee.
And, soon
after, she met
the Grasshop-
_ per, with his
music under
hisarm. They
all soon out-
stript her!
‘And presently
the Stag-
bettle and his
friend passed
her on the road. And then, hearing a noise of wings, she looked up, and saw
the Green’ Dragon-fly and his cousins, as gay as could be, frisking away to
Fairy Emy’s feast. And before they were out of sight, the Brown “Dormouse
came galloping by, in great haste, for he had had another little nap, and was
afraid he should be late.

“Q dear, dear!” thought Bonny May. “Ishall never be there in time!
And I do like junket so!”

She crawled and crawled, with all her might; but do what she would,
she could not go fast. Noon overtook her, and evening came on, and then
night; and still she was not half-way towards the old plane- tree. And


GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 79

when the moon came out Bonny ‘May saw Fairy Emy’s guests all going



oe > ser”
home. And she drew her head into her shell, and cried; for she was so
mortified !

“Well!” said she, ‘if this is seeing
something of the world, I do not want
to see any more of it!”

And she crept under a dock leaf,
and spent the night there very dole-
fully; and when, at last, tired out,
she fell asleep, she dreamt that she
was pursued by a great monster, as
big as three plane-trees, which had the
body of a stoat, and the feet of a
duck, and the beak of a hawk, and
the tongue of a wood-pecker, and the
tail of a fox; and it barked like a dog
at her; and in trying to get away from
it, she fell into a pond of junket, and
was nearly stifled. And her struggles
to get out awoke her; and she found
-herself still a snail, under a dock-
leaf :

“Oh, dear, dear!” said she. “How I
wish I were a little girl, in a little garden,
again!”


80 GRANNY’S STORV.BOX.

And she resolved to go to Fairy Emy, and ask her to make her Bonny May
again.
ee she crawled away towards the middle of the forest, where the old
plane-tree stood. She knew the place; for close beside it was a tall poplar-
tree which had been scathed by the lightning, and was quite dead: And
when she reached the spot, the poplar-tree was still there, but the old plane-
tree was gone! Poor Bonny May!

“Now,” said she to herself, “I shall have to live and die, in the world, a
snail! Oh, I would give anything to be a little girl in a little garden again!
I wish I had never listened to that naughty Wym!”

And there she stayed, sticking to the root of the a8 poplar-tree. And
sometimes, when it was fine, she would crawl up to the top of the poplar-
tree, and sit there, in the sun, putting out her horns, and drawing them in
again ; for this is the only amusement snails have. And then she would crawl
down again, and stick on the root, and mope, for hours together. And the
Centipedes often heard her say—

“Oh, how I do wish I were a little girl, in a little Said: again |”



And there she lived. Nobody took any notice of her, For who in the world
thinks anything of a snail?

And there she might have died, if it had not been for that kind little Fairy
Emy ; who had not forgotten her, though Bonny May thought she had.

And one fine day, when Bonny May was horning, on the top of the dead
poplar-tree, for want of other employment, she saw the Fairy Emy flying
through the air towards her; and she presently alighted on a little twig, close
to Bonny May, and said, smiling —

“ How do you like seeing something of the world, Bonny May ?”

And Poe May answered—

“T am sick of it!”

“You poor little thing!” said Fairy Emy. “Well, I will take pity on you,
and give you one more of my white berries. What will you be?”
GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX. 81

“ A little girl in a little garden!” cried Bonny May. And, swalowing the
berry eagerly, she found that she was herself once more lying on the shady
bank, in her own little garden. And her mother was leaning over her, looking
at her. And she sprang up, and flew into her mother’s arms, crying—

“© mother! I am so very, very happy to be here!”

“Are you, my darling?” said her mother. “Iam so glad! And there isa
junket waiting for your supper!”

And from that day to this, Bonny May never could tell whether it was

all a dream or not. But sleeping or waking, she never saw anything more
of Wym!



And the next morning, when Bobby, and Motty, and Eddie opened their
eyes, the snow was gone.

“Well!” said Motty, “1 shall be glad when Freezig and the Blue Witch
come by again!”




‘THE LAST STORY.




TELL, ” said. Gran, the next. night eT think it is your turn: to
story now!”
“Qh, Gran!” cried the three | si

yr

would be!























“What a fanny. story that

sai aid Motty, “ after all, why
-Iebegin ; and’ then, when
, Bobby go on; and when
’t know what to say, Eddie
: ellent “plan!” said’ Granny.
oushall do it!”

‘said Motty. “But you



“Well!” a Granny; “and don’t you
‘when I tell-you stories?”

“Ah! but; Gran,’ said Bobby, “there
is sontething to laug! cat in your stories ;
but ours would have nothing init!”

o “ Tf there*is nothing i in it, ‘shall have
.. nothing to laugh at,” said Granny. “Now
"then, Motty | pr

“O Gran |, ‘you are laughing before I
begin!” said Motty. “And really I don’t
aoe how to tell a story’; for, you see,
I have no story-box, like you, Gran!”

“Well,” replied Granny, “you must
ke one out of your head.”

‘My-head is so small,” said Motty, “ it
will be a very little thin story, Gran.” . ~
- So Motty: began:

_,s©Wells that is how Gran begins, and
so I begin like that. But-I don’t. know:
how to go on, after Well.

“Let me see. Well: there wag once—
what shall I say there was once ?—a Pig,
suppose. Yes, there was once a Pig, who,
being little, was s not big. That makes a verse,—so it does !—like one of Gran’s
verses. Now I shall begin my story again, and say it properly.





Ps
‘



.“ There was a Pig,
Who being little, was not big.

“But I don’t know what next to say about him. You go on now, Bobby!”
And Bobby said:





GRANNY’S BORE AO 83

“Well: and so this Pig had—let me see—yes, he had two feet, and two
hands, like a little boy; and too wings, like a bat. There was never a Pig
like this seen before or since, And besides that, it could speak; and its tongue
was a yard long, hanging. : :

“And he lived by himself, this Pig, in a hollow tree, in the wood; and all
the other creatures, when they saw-him coming, ran away, because they were so
frightened, for they thought he was a 2 goblin.

“Now, Eddie, you go on!”

And Eddie said :

“Well: nobody knew where this Pig came from, or what he lived there for.
But there he used to sit, in his hollow tree, and cry; and sometimes he spread
his wings, and flewaway somewhere; nobody but himself knew where. And
so he lived;.and the other creatures in the wood heard him talking to him-
self in his hollow tree, sometimes; but they could not understand what he
said,”

“Now,” said Motty, “let me go on, Eddie, please! Dve thought of some-
thing !.”

So Motty said:

“Well, now, there was
a little boy, whose name
was Howie, who lived—
let me see; where did he
live? Oh well, that doesn’t
matter ; it was somewhere
near this wood, I sup-

ose.

“And so his name was
Howie. Ah, but I said
that. Well: and so, he
went walking in this wood,
to pick posies for his little
sisters, Ju and Lu; for he
loved them very much.
And he’ liked to make
them happy.

.“ And. he picked prim-
roses, and blue-bells, and
cowslips, and oxlips, and
violets, and ragged robins,
and cuckoo-flowers ; and
when he had got a great
bunch, as much as_ his
hands could hold, he sat
down on a bank, to tie
them upon some green
leaves for Ju and Lu.
And it just happened that he sat down near the hollow tree where that odd
Pig lived.

“ And what should you think, now? .If that ugly Pig did not come walk-
ing out, and look at. Howie full in the face!


84 ' GRANNVY’S STOR Y-BOX.

§ But Howie wasn’t a coward. And he said:

“All right!” said Bobby.
And Bobby whispered some-
thing to Eddie.

“T see!” said Eddie.
“ Capital!”

So Bobby went on:

“ Well, now, the father of
‘the Pig—no, I mean. Howie
—the father of Howie was
a great hunter.

“Now, he had once lost a
little child of his'in thiswood.
She was very naughty,—not
good, like Ju and Lu,—
and she said so’many un-.
polite things, that she vexed
everybody.

“And the fairies heard
her one day, when she was
in’ the wood... And they
carried her off, and she was

“Pig, what do you want ?’

“And the ‘Pig, answered,



me!’

‘Kiss

““*T shouldn’ t think of such a thing!’

said Howie.

“«Kiss me, please!’ said the Pig.
““No, I shan’t!’ said Howie. ‘1

don’t like your long tongue!’

“<«Tll make you!’ said the Pig.
And it took Howie up and kissed

him.

And when it put him down again,

Howie said to the Pig:

“*T am not accustomed to such
behaviour!’ and he walked out of
the wood in a great rage, to tell his

father. :
“ Well.”

“Oh, but Motty!” exclaimed

Bobby, “it issmy turn now!”

“Ah, well then, Bobby,”

said

Motty; “ I must just whisper my plan
to you, or you will do the story the

wrong way.”

So he whispered. And Bobby
nodded, and said, “Yes, yes, I see!”
“You'll make it come so, won't

you?” said Motty.


GRANNY’S STOR Y-BOX.

quite lost for a long time. And the hunter
was so sorry! for, though she was naughty,
he loved her, and could not forget her.

“Well: but, to go on. Howie went home
and told his father,,who came soon hunting
into the wood, to punish the Pig. And when
the Pig heard the horns of the hunters com-
ing, it was very much afraid indeed, and flew
up into the tree, and peeped through the
leaves.

“Then the hunter—that is Howie’s father
—came and looked into the hollow tree; but
the Pig was not to be seen. So then,—let me
see! yes,—then he looked up, and saw the
Pig’s long tongue hanging out of the tree.”

“And he took his sharp sword, and cut it
off!” said Eddie.

“And then!” said Motty, “the ugly Pig
turned into the most dear little child! It was
the hunter’s very own lost child! :

‘And the hunter took her back again home,
and she lived with Ju and Lu, and was as
good as gold, ever after !

“ And that’s the end, Gran!”

. And Granny laughed heartily. “T like your
moral!” she said.

FINIS.



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Printed by Turnbull & Spears, Edinburgh,
Considerable curiosity and some greculation as to its
authorship and origin have been excited by the re-
publication,in a handsome illustrated form, of ‘‘Granny’s
Story Box,” by Messrs. Griffith, Farran, Okeden, and
Welsh. It was first published in a small quarto, about
20 years ago, and immediately took a high place as a
nursery classic, which it has held ever since. The
author of this and many other charming tales for chil-
dren, such as ‘‘ Our White Violet,” ‘‘ Gerty and May,”
was Miss Patty Caroline Sellon, daughter of the late
Commander Sellon, R.N. In 1881 she married Colonel
(now Major-General) Lionel D’Arcy Dunsterville,
Bombay Staffs Corps, and died at Teignmouth, South
Devon, on the 7th of January, 1887. Her nom de plume
was ‘‘ Kay Spen.”