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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Friendly Fairies, by Johnny Gruelle
+
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+
+Title: Friendly Fairies
+
+Author: Johnny Gruelle
+
+Release Date: February 26, 2004 [EBook #11315]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: US-ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FRIENDLY FAIRIES ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Juliet Sutherland, David Widger and the Online Distributed
+Proofreading Team
+
+
+
+
+
+FRIENDLY FAIRIES
+
+Written & Illustrated by
+
+JOHNNY GRUELLE
+
+
+1919
+
+
+
+To MY MOTHER
+
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS:
+
+
+_Here are the Titles of the Stories in this Book:_
+
+1 The Three Little Gnomes
+
+2 The Happy Rattle
+
+3 Recipe for a Happy Day
+
+4 Grandfather Skeeterhawk
+
+5 Crow Talk
+
+6 The Fairy Ring
+
+7 Mr. and Mrs. Thumbkins
+
+8 The Old, Rough Stone and The Gnarled Tree
+
+9 Sally Migrundy
+
+10 How Johnny Cricket Saw Santa Claus
+
+11 The Twin Sisters
+
+12 Little Thumbkin's Good Deed
+
+13 The Wishbone
+
+14 Tim Tim Tamytam
+
+15 A Change of Coats
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+
+THE THREE LITTLE GNOMES
+
+
+A silvery thread of smoke curled up over the trunk of the old tree and
+floated away through the forest, and tiny voices came from beneath the
+trunk of the old tree.
+
+Long, long ago, the tree had stood strong and upright and its top
+branches reached far above any of the other trees in the forest, but the
+tree had grown so old it began to shiver when the storms howled through
+the branches. And as each storm came the old tree shook more and more,
+until finally in one of the fiercest storms it tumbled to the earth with
+a great crash.
+
+There it lay for centuries, and vines and bushes grew about in a tangled
+mass until it was almost hidden from view.
+
+Now down beneath the trunk of the fallen tree lived three little gnomes,
+and it was the smoke from their fire which curled up over the trunk of
+the old tree and floated away through the forest.
+
+They were preparing dinner and laughing and talking together when they
+heard the sound of a horn.
+
+"What can it be?" one asked.
+
+"It sounds like the horn of a huntsman!" another cried.
+
+As the sound came nearer, the three little gnomes stamped upon their
+fire and put it out so that no one would discover their home. Then they
+climbed upon the trunk of the tree and ran along it to where they could
+see across an open space in the forest without being seen themselves.
+And when the sound of the horn drew very close, they saw a little boy
+climb through the thick bushes.
+
+As the little boy came out into the open space the three little gnomes
+saw that he was crying.
+
+"He must be lost!" said the first little gnome.
+
+"He looks very tired and hungry!" said the second little gnome.
+
+"Let us go and ask him!" said the third little gnome.
+
+So the three little gnomes scrambled down from the trunk of the fallen
+tree and went up to where the little boy had thrown himself upon the
+ground. They stood about him and watched him, for he had put his face in
+the crook of his arm and was crying.
+
+Finally one of the little gnomes sat down in front of the little boy and
+spoke to him.
+
+"I am lost!" the little boy said. "My father went hunting yesterday with
+all his men and when they were out of sight I took my little horn and
+followed them, but I soon lost their track, and I have wandered about
+with nothing to eat. Last night I climbed into a tree and slept!"
+
+The three little gnomes wiped the little boy's eyes and led him to their
+home under the fallen tree. There they finished preparing the dinner and
+sat about until the little boy had eaten and had fallen asleep.
+
+Then the three little gnomes carried him into their house, away back in
+the trunk of the tree, and placed him upon one of their little beds.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+When the three little gnomes had finished their dinner they lit their
+pipes and wondered how they might help the little boy find his way home.
+
+"Let us go to old Wizzy Owl and see if he can suggest anything!" said
+one.
+
+"Yes, brothers," cried another, "Let us go to old Wizzy Owl."
+
+So the three little gnomes went to the home of Wizzy Owl and Wizzy Owl
+said he would fly high above the forest and try and see the little boy's
+home.
+
+"I can not see his home!" cried Wizzy Owl. "Maybe Fuzzy Fox can tell
+you!"
+
+So the three little gnomes went to the home of Fuzzy Fox and Fuzzy Fox
+said he would run through the forest and see if he could find the little
+boy's home. So Fuzzy Fox ran through the forest, but could not find the
+little boy's home. "But," said Fuzzy Fox, "I came upon a wounded deer
+who told me that a party of huntsmen had passed through the forest
+yesterday and had shot her with an arrow." So the three little gnomes
+went to see the wounded deer and they washed the wound the arrow had
+made and bound it up for her.
+
+Then the three little gnomes sat upon Fuzzy Fox's back and he ran on
+through the forest with them until they came to a wild boar.
+
+The wild boar had been crippled by the huntsmen, he told the three
+little gnomes, but had managed to hide himself in the thick bushes and
+escape. "It must have been the little boy's father and his men," said
+the wild boar. "I am sorry that I am wounded for I would like to help
+him!"
+
+Then Fuzzy Fox ran with the three little gnomes through the forest and
+they met a wounded bear, and a wounded squirrel, and five or six wounded
+bunny rabbits, and they all told the three little gnomes that the
+huntsmen had shot them with arrows and that they just managed to escape.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The three little gnomes felt very sorry for their wounded friends and
+helped them all they could by washing their wounds and tying them up.
+"We are sorry that we can not go with you and help find the little boy's
+home," they all said, "For his mother will miss him and cry for him. And
+we know how much a Mamma or a Daddy can miss a little boy or girl, for
+we have all grieved for our own little ones that the huntsmen who roam
+this forest have killed. That is why we feel sorry that we can not help
+you bring him back to his mother."
+
+So Fuzzy Fox ran until he came to the edge of the forest and then the
+three little gnomes saw a large castle away in the distance with bright
+red roofs on the tall towers.
+
+"That must be the little boy's home!" said one little gnome.
+
+"Let us return at once to our home under the fallen tree and ask the
+little boy!" said another. So Fuzzy Fox ran with them back to their home
+and the little boy told them it was his home.
+
+Then the kind Fuzzy Fox took the three little gnomes and the little boy
+upon his back and ran to the edge of the forest and on the way they
+stopped to see the wounded animals, and they were all glad that the
+little boy's Mamma and Daddy would soon see him. "Oh, if we could only
+see the children who have been taken away from us by the huntsmen!" they
+said as they bade the little boy goodbye.
+
+So Fuzzy Fox carried the three little gnomes and the little boy almost
+to the castle gate and shook hands with him.
+
+"I will remember the way to your home," the boy told the three little
+gnomes, "and I will be back to see you soon!"
+
+The next day when the three little gnomes were preparing dinner they
+again heard the little boy's horn, and ran along the trunk of the tree
+until they came to where they could see across the open space.
+
+Soon there came a great many people, and riding upon a fine horse in
+front of his Daddy was the little boy, but this day he wore fine silk
+and satin clothes and they were not torn by the brambles and bushes.
+Near him rode a beautiful lady. She was the little boy's Mamma.
+
+So the three little gnomes went out to meet them, and the little boy
+slid from the horse and ran to them and threw his arms around them.
+"This is my Daddy, and this is my Mamma!" he told them.
+
+The little boy's Mamma and the little boy's Daddy dismounted and came to
+the three little gnomes and thanked them for returning the little boy to
+them. "We will give you anything you wish for!" said the little boy's
+Mamma and Daddy.
+
+"We wish for nothing!" said the three little gnomes, "We live happily
+here in the forest and our wants are simple, but if you could send
+us some clean white cloths to bind up the wounds you give our forest
+friends we would be very grateful!"
+
+"I told Daddy of the wounded creatures!" said the little boy. "Yes," his
+Daddy said, "and I have given orders that no one in my country shall
+hunt through this forest, and from now on your forest friends will be
+unmolested and can always live here in peace and happiness." For the
+great king was sorry that he or his men had ever caused any of the
+forest creatures any sorrow. And after that the creatures of the forest
+were never harmed and they grew up so tame they would wander right up to
+the castle, where the king's men would feed them.
+
+The tiny thread of smoke still curls up over the trunk of the fallen
+tree, and the voices of the little boy and his Daddy mingle with the
+tiny voices of the three little gnomes as they prepare their dinner; for
+the great King and the little Prince come often to visit their friends,
+the three little gnomes.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+
+THE HAPPY RATTLE
+
+
+Willie Woodchuck sat at the entrance of his burrow home whittling upon a
+tiny dried gourd.
+
+"What are you making?" asked Timothy Toad, as he hopped through the
+grass and sat in front of Willie.
+
+"Oh, I am just whittling because I have nothing else to do!" replied
+Willie Woodchuck.
+
+So Timothy Toad hopped on down the path until he met Eddie Elf.
+
+"Willie Woodchuck is whittling because he has nothing else to do!" said
+Timothy Toad.
+
+"I will stop by and see him!" said Eddie Elf. So Timothy Toad hopped
+along the path until he met Gerty Gartersnake.
+
+"Willie Woodchuck is whittling because he has nothing better to do!"
+said Timothy Toad.
+
+"I will go down that way and see him!" said Gerty Gartersnake, and she
+started down the path.
+
+So Timothy Toad hopped down the path until he met Wallie Woodpecker.
+"Willie Woodchuck is whittling because he has nothing better to do!"
+said Timothy Toad.
+
+"I will fly down and see him!" said Wallie Woodpecker, and away he flew.
+Timothy Toad hopped on down the road until he met Billie Bumblebee.
+
+"Willie Woodchuck is whittling because he has nothing else to do!" said
+Timothy Toad.
+
+"I will buzz down that way and see him!" said Billie Bumblebee, as he
+buzzed away.
+
+When Timothy Toad arrived at his home his wife, Tilly Toad, was sweeping
+off the front steps. "What do you think, Tilly?" Timothy Toad cried,
+"Willie Woodchuck is, whittling because he has nothing else to do!"
+
+"Dear me! You don't say so!" cried Tilly Toad, as she stood her broom in
+the corner and started down the path. "I will hop down and see him!" she
+said.
+
+"I will hop back with you, Tilly!" said Timothy Toad.
+
+They had not hopped far before they met Eddie Elf, who was singing
+happily to himself as he walked along. "Willie Woodchuck is whittling on
+a rattle!" he said, when the two Toads stopped him.
+
+"We are hopping back to see him," said Tilly and Timothy Toad. "I will
+go back with you!" said Eddie Elf.
+
+They had not gone far until they met Gerty Gartersnake, singing away
+very happily. "Willie Woodchuck is whittling on a beautiful red and
+black rattle!" said Gerty Gartersnake.
+
+"We are going back to see him!" said Tilly and Timothy Toad and Eddie
+Elf.
+
+"Then I will go back with you!" said Gerty Gartersnake.
+
+They had not gone far until they met Wallie Woodpecker, who also was
+singing happily. "Willie Woodchuck is whittling on a rattle and it is
+blue, red and black and rattles beautifully."
+
+"We are going back to see him!" said Tilly and Timothy Toad and Eddie
+Elf and Gerty Gartersnake.
+
+"Then I will go back with you!" said Wallie Woodpecker.
+
+They had not gone far before they met Billie Bumblebee. "Willie
+Woodchuck is whittling on a beautiful yellow and blue and red and black
+rattle and it rattles beautifully."
+
+"We are going back to see him!" said Tilly and Timothy Toad and Eddie
+Elf and Gerty Gartersnake and Wallie Woodpecker.
+
+"Then I will go back with you!" said Billie Bumblebee, so away they all
+went until they came to Willie Woodchuck's home.
+
+"Where is Willie Woodchuck?" they asked of Winnie Woodchuck, his wife.
+
+"He has taken his beautiful new yellow and red and blue and black and
+white rattle, which rattles so beautifully, over to show to Grumpy
+Grundy, the Owl!" said Winnie Woodchuck.
+
+"Then we will go there!" said the others.
+
+"Then I will go with you!" said Winnie Woodchuck.
+
+Grumpy Grundy, the Owl, was a very cross old creature, and if everything
+did not go to suit her all the time, she hooted and howled; in fact she
+had cried so much she had made large red rings around her eyes.
+
+When Tilly and Timothy Toad and Eddie Elf and Gerty Gartersnake and
+Wallie Woodpecker and Billie Bumblebee and Winnie Woodchuck arrived
+at Grumpy Grundy's place they heard merry laughter and whenever the
+laughter ceased, they heard the buzz and rattle and hum of Willie
+Woodchuck's rattle.
+
+So they went inside.
+
+And there was Willie Woodchuck with the beautiful yellow and red and
+blue and black and white rattle, and when he rattled it Grumpy Grundy
+rolled on the floor and laughed until the tears ran from her eyes.
+
+So they all lifted Grumpy Grundy on a chair and wiped her eyes and what
+do you think! the red rings around them were wiped away and she looked
+young and pretty again.
+
+"Oh dear!" said Grumpy Grundy, the Owl. "I have never enjoyed myself so
+much before, and I will never be grumpy and be called a Grundy again! No
+sir! never!" and her eyes twinkled with merriment.
+
+And all were greatly pleased at the great change in Grumpy Grundy.
+
+Eddie Elf laughed, Tilly and Timothy Toad chuckled, Gerty Gartersnake
+giggled, Wallie Woodpecker beat a tattoo on wood, Billie Bumblebee
+buzzed and Winnie Woodchuck sang a woodchuck song.
+
+And after that no one could say that Willie Woodchuck had nothing else
+to do, for he spent his time making beautiful "happy rattles" which he
+gave away to all the creatures, and everyone laughed and made merry
+whenever they heard the beautiful yellow and red and blue and black and
+white rattles which rattled so beautifully and drove away the grumpies.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+
+RECIPE FOR A HAPPY DAY
+
+
+One morning Marjorie's Mamma called to her several times before Marjorie
+answered, for her pretty brown eyes were very sleepy and would hardly
+stay open.
+
+"Come, dear! Please hurry, for I want you to run to the grocery before
+breakfast!" Mamma called from the foot of the stairs.
+
+"Oh dear!" exclaimed Marjorie, "I don't want to get up!" and keeping her
+head on the pillow just as long as she could Marjorie crawled out of bed
+backwards.
+
+Her clothes were scattered about the room and her stockings were turned
+inside out. Her dress would not fasten and she cried, so that Mamma had
+to come upstairs and dress her.
+
+So you see Marjorie's day began all wrong, for everything started
+topsy-turvy.
+
+"Now hurry, dear!" Mamma said as she handed Marjorie the basket.
+
+Marjorie slammed the door as she went out and she was so cross she
+did not notice the beautiful sunshine nor hear the pretty songs which
+greeted her from the tree tops.
+
+"It's so far to the old store!" Marjorie grumbled to herself, as she
+pouted her pretty lips and shuffled her feet along the path.
+
+"Hello, Marjorie!" laughed a merry voice.
+
+Marjorie saw a queer little elf sitting upon a stone at the side of the
+road. His little green suit was so near the color of the leaves Marjorie
+could scarcely distinguish him from the foliage. He wore a funny little
+pointed cap of a brilliant red, and sticking in it was a long yellow
+feather.
+
+Two long hairs grew from his eyebrows and curled over his cap. He was
+hardly as large as Marjorie's doll, Jane.
+
+"Who are you, and where did you come from?" Marjorie cried, for she
+thought him the most comical little creature she had ever seen.
+
+"Why, I'm Merry Chuckle from Make-Believe Land!" replied the elf. "And
+aren't you very cross this lovely day?"
+
+"I did not want to get up!" cried Marjorie, "and I just hate to go to
+the store! It's too far!" She dropped her basket on the ground and sat
+down beside the elf on the large stone.
+
+"Isn't it funny?" laughed Merry Chuckle. "There are hundreds of children
+just like you who make hard work of getting up when they are called in
+the morning and who remain cross and ugly all day long!"
+
+"I really do not mean to be cross, but I just can't help it sometimes!"
+Marjorie said.
+
+"Oh, but indeed you can help it, Marjorie!" the elf solemnly said as
+he shook his tiny finger at her nose. "And I am going to tell you how.
+First of all, when you awaken in the morning you must say to yourself,
+'Oh what a lovely, happy day this is going to be!' then raise your arms
+above your head and take three long, deep breaths. Jump out of bed
+quickly, always remembering to put your toes on the floor first.
+
+"For," continued Merry Chuckle, "Old Witchy Crosspatch is always waiting
+for children to get out of bed backwards. And when they do, she catches
+them by the heels and turns everything topsy-turvy all day long; but
+when you get out of bed toes first, I'll be there to start you on a
+pleasant day and Witchy Crosspatch will have to return to Make-Believe
+Land and hide her head!" "Sure enough, I did crawl out of bed backwards
+this morning!" Marjorie said.
+
+"I know you did, my dear!" Merry Chuckle giggled. "And every time you do
+old Witchy Crosspatch makes everything seem disagreeable!"
+
+"But I hate to run errands, Mister Chuckle!" cried Marjorie. "The old
+road is so dreadfully long and tiresome!"
+
+"But the longer the road the more happiness you can find along the
+way, my dear!" Merry Chuckle replied, quick as a wink, his little eyes
+twinkling brightly. "If you look up at the blue sky and the beautiful
+sunshine and sing with the birds as you run along you'll find the road
+seems too short and you'll be back before you notice it. Just try it and
+see."
+
+So Marjorie looked up the road with a smile and, sure enough, it did not
+seem so far to the store, and when she turned around, she was sitting
+upon the stone alone. The little elf had suddenly disappeared. Marjorie
+picked up her basket and skipped down the road singing at the top of her
+voice and before she had time to think about how far it was she was back
+home telling Mamma all about the queer little elf from Make-Believe
+Land.
+
+"You haven't been away long enough to stop and talk with anyone on
+the road!" laughed Mamma. "Are you sure you have not been dreaming?"
+Marjorie wondered if it really had only been a dream, but the next
+morning when the golden sunshine peeped through her bedroom curtains,
+Marjorie did as Merry Chuckle had told her the day before. First of all
+she woke up and cried, "Oh what a lovely day this is going to be!"
+Then she took three long, deep breaths and then she jumped out of bed
+quickly, right on her toes. And, sure enough, old Witchy Crosspatch had
+to go back to Make-Believe Land and hide her head, so Marjorie spent a
+lovely, happy day with Merry Chuckle.
+
+"I hope all children will hear of my recipe for a joyous day," said
+Merry Chuckle, "so that each day for them can be filled with sunshine
+and happiness!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+
+GRANDFATHER SKEETER-HAWK'S STORY
+
+
+It was a beautiful day in the late summer. Tommy Grasshopper, Johnny
+Cricket and Willy Ladybug were playing on a high bank of the river, and
+watching the little fish jumping after tiny flies and bugs that fell
+upon the surface of the stream.
+
+"Let's go up higher so that we can see them better," Willy Ladybug said.
+
+"Yes, let's climb up on the tall reeds so that we can look right down in
+the water," Johnny Cricket said. "But we must be very careful and not
+fall, for the fish would soon swallow us, and that would not be very
+much fun!" he laughed.
+
+So Tommy Grasshopper and Johnny Cricket caught hold of Willy Ladybug's
+four little hands and helped him to climb up the tall reeds, for Willy
+was not as old as the other Bug Boys, and might fall in the water if
+they did not help him.
+
+From the tall reeds the three Bug Boys could look down in the water and
+see the pretty little sun fish and the long slim pickerel darting around
+and turning their shiny sides so that the sun would reflect its rays on
+them, just as if they were looking glasses.
+
+The Bug Boys watched the fish until they grew tired, and they were just
+starting down the tall reed when a great big dragon fly flew upon the
+top of the reed and called to them.
+
+Of course all the Bug Boys knew old Gran'pa Skeeterhawk--for it was
+he--so the three returned to the reed and sat down again to pass the
+time of day with Gran'pa.
+
+Presently Willy Ladybug saw a strange fish in the water.
+
+"What kind of a fish is that, Gran'pa Skeeterhawk?" he asked.
+
+"That's a catfish!" Gran'pa replied. "Queer looking fish, the catfish
+are; they do most of their feeding at night since Omasko, the elk,
+flattened their heads."
+
+"Dear me! Are their heads flat?" Johnny Cricket asked.
+
+"Flat as a pancake!" Gran'pa Skeeterhawk replied, and then told them
+this story:
+
+"I've heard _my_ Gran'pa tell that once the catfish had heads that were
+shaped like sunfish," Gran'pa Skeeterhawk said, "and they thought that
+they were not only the most beautiful fish but the fiercest fighters in
+the world, although they would always swim away as fast as they could
+whenever anything came near them. You see, they really were not even a
+teeney, weeney bit brave.
+
+"But when the catfish got by themselves and they thought there was no
+one else to overhear them, they would make up fairy tales of wonderful
+adventures they had gone through, and fierce monsters they had
+destroyed. One would say 'I wish I were large enough to drag home the
+enormous giant eel I killed today. He was sixteen feet long, and weighed
+five hundred pounds.' Another would say, 'Pooh, that is nothing! Why,
+you ought to see an Indian who tried to catch me in a net! Why, I not
+only pulled him in the water and dragged him all over the bottom, but I
+made him promise he would never disturb any of the catfish tribe after
+this!'
+
+"Just then a little bird flew over the water and his shadow so startled
+the boastful catfish, they buried themselves in the mud at the bottom of
+the stream.
+
+"After a while," Grand'pa Skeeterhawk continued, "They got up courage
+to peek out of the mud, and as they saw nothing to frighten them, they
+formed in a circle and told more tales of their fighting qualities.
+
+"One old catfish who had been the leader because he could tell the
+biggest tales and hide under the mud quicker than any of the others
+finally said: 'We are the best fish in the water, as you all know, so
+I think it will be a good plan to fight everything that comes near the
+water from the land!'
+
+"'Shall we fight the big hawk who wades in the water and catches some of
+us?' asked a little kitten fish.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"'Kitten fish should be seen and not heard!' the old chief catfish
+answered quickly. I do not believe we should harm the hawk. He is not
+large enough. I was thinking of the large beast who comes wading along
+the shores and eats the grasses that grow beneath the surface. You know
+he has to raise his head every once-in-a-while in order to breathe, so
+if we should all hang on to him we could pull him under the water.'
+
+"So the catfish, although they were so frightened that their fins grew
+stiff, decided that they would follow their chief, for they expected he
+would be the first to hide under the mud when the big beast came.
+
+"Finally old Omasko, the elk, came down to the river to feed, and the
+old chief catfish swam out and pulled on Omasko's whiskers, and all the
+other catfish cried: 'See how brave and fearless the mighty catfish
+are!' and they all swam out and pulled Omasko's whiskers, too. This made
+Omasko very angry, for he never harmed any fish in his life.
+
+"He began jumping and pawing with his heavy hoofs, and smashed all the
+catfish down in the mud and when they finally came out again, which was
+not until two or three days later, their heads were as flat as they are
+now!
+
+"That is why all catfish have flat heads," Grandfather Skeeterhawk
+finished.
+
+"It served them right for being so boastful!" Johnny Cricket said.
+
+"It served them right for trying to harm someone who never harmed them!"
+Gran'pa Skeeterhawk replied, as he darted up in the air and flew over
+the tall cat-tails.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+
+CROW TALK
+
+
+"Caw, Caw, Caw," one old crow cried as he faced the other two crows.
+"Caw?" asked the second old crow as he plumed his feathers and screwed
+his head around to get a better view of the little boy lying under the
+tree.
+
+"Caw-AAAAH! Ca--aaaaw!" replied the first crow.
+
+"Those crows must be talking to each other!" Dickie Dorn thought to
+himself, as he lay upon his back under the big oak tree and watched the
+three crows.
+
+The third crow now cried, "Awww! Ca-ca-caw!"
+
+Dickie jumped up and ran down the hill to where Granny lived. It was a
+tiny little house, not much larger than a piano box, but it was plenty
+large enough for Granny, for Granny was only two feet high. Some people
+even thought Granny was a witch.
+
+Of course Dickie knew that Granny was not a witch, for Granny was very
+good and kind. So Dickie knocked at Granny's tiny front door.
+
+"Come in!" Granny cried. "Good morning, Dickie!" she said, as Dickie
+crawled into the tiny living room.
+
+When Dickie took a seat upon a tiny sofa he did not know just how to ask
+Granny for what he wanted, so he twiddled his thumbs.
+
+"Why do you twiddle your thumbs, Dickie?" Granny asked, as she smiled
+through her glasses at him.
+
+"I was wondering what the three crows were talking of!" Dickie replied.
+Granny went to her tiny cupboard and brought out a little bottle of
+purple fluid. She dropped three drops of this into a tiny spoon and held
+it to Dickie.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Am I to take it, Granny?"
+
+"Yes, my dear, and you will be able to understand what the three crows
+are talking about."
+
+Dickie swallowed the purple fluid, for he was very anxious to return to
+the big oak tree and listen to the crows. Granny watched him for a few
+moments with her eyes full of twinkles, then she told him to run along
+to the tree.
+
+And Dickie thanked Granny and ran as fast as he could to the tree where
+the three crows were still talking.
+
+The first crow cried, "I know where there is a box filled with golden
+pennies!"
+
+"Ah, my brother, where?" asked the second crow.
+
+"In the middle of the great meadow, and it will belong to the one who
+finds it first!"
+
+"I know where there is a box full of candy!" the third crow cried.
+
+"Ahhhh! Where is it, my brother?" asked the first crow.
+
+"In the middle of the great meadow, and it will belong to the one who
+finds it first."
+
+"I know where there is a box full of ice cream!" cried the second crow.
+"Aha! My brother, where?" asked the third crow.
+
+"In the middle of the great meadow, and it will belong to the one who
+finds it first!"
+
+Then the crows went on talking about other things, but Dickie did not
+hear them, for he was running in the direction of the great meadow as
+fast as he could.
+
+And when he came to the middle of the great meadow there was a large
+box, and in the large box were three other boxes. One contained the
+golden pennies, another the candy and the third was full of ice cream.
+
+"I found it first!" Dickie cried and he took a pencil stub from his
+pocket and, with much twisting of mouth and thinking, he printed his
+name upon the box.
+
+Then Dickie ran home as fast as he could and told Daddy Dorn. Daddy Dorn
+hitched up Dobbin Dorn and Dickie and Daddy went to the middle of the
+great meadow and put the big box in the wagon and took it home.
+
+Then they called Mamma Dorn and they all ate some of the ice cream and
+candy. Then Dickie took some of the ice cream and candy and some of the
+golden pennies to Granny.
+
+Then Dickie ran back home and had some more ice cream and candy, and
+asked Daddy if he might take some of the golden pennies downtown and buy
+something, and Daddy Dorn said: "Of course, Dickie Dorn, for they are
+your golden pennies." So Dickie took two handfuls of the golden pennies
+downtown and bought a fine little pony with a little round stomach, and
+he bought a pretty pony cart and harness. Then Dicky drove the pony back
+home.
+
+By the time Dickie reached home he was hungry for more ice cream and
+candy, so he went to the box to get some. "Oh Mamma and Daddy!" he
+cried, "Come see! The box is full of candy and ice cream!" And sure
+enough that was the case, for although they had eaten almost all of the
+ice cream and candy before now the two boxes were filled again. Then
+Daddy Dorn took two large handfuls of golden pennies from the golden
+penny box and they watched the box fill up with pennies again.
+
+"Whee!" cried Dickie Dorn. "Whee!" cried Mamma Dorn, and "Whee!"
+cried Daddy Dorn. "We will give a party!" So Dickie drove around to
+everybody's house in his pony cart and invited everybody to come to the
+party.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+And they all had such a nice time they ate the ice cream box empty
+sixteen times and it filled right up again, and they ate the candy box
+empty seventeen times and it filled right up again, and Dickie and Mamma
+and Daddy Dorn gave everybody all the golden pennies they could carry
+home and emptied the penny box eighteen times, and whenever they emptied
+the golden penny box it filled right up again.
+
+And every one felt very grateful to Dickie Dorn and thanked him for such
+a nice time, and Dickie brought Granny out of a corner where she was
+eating her eighth dish of ice cream and told everybody that it was
+Granny who had really given the party, and he told them how Granny had
+helped him to learn crow talk.
+
+So the people never called Granny a witch after that, for they knew she
+was very good and kindly.
+
+And Dickie put the three boxes--the candy box, the ice cream box and the
+box with the golden pennies--out in front of his house so that whenever
+anyone wished candy or ice cream or golden pennies they might walk up
+and help themselves.
+
+Dickie Dorn calls it an "All-The-Time Party," for there is always
+someone out in front of Dickie Dorn's house eating from the candy and
+the ice cream box and filling their pockets with golden pennies.
+
+Some day I hope to see you there.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+
+THE FAIRY RING
+
+
+A little old man with a violin tucked under his arm shuffled down the
+attic steps and the many flights of stairs until finally he reached the
+streets.
+
+As he shuffled down the street, he clutched his coat tightly about his
+throat, for the air was chill and he felt the cold.
+
+At the first street corner he stopped and placed his violin to his
+shoulder to play, but catching a glance from the policeman across the
+street he hastily tucked his violin under his arm and shuffled on.
+
+He walked a great distance before he again stopped.
+
+It was a busy corner where hundreds of people passed every few minutes,
+but when he played no one stopped to listen to his music, much less to
+drop anything in the tiny tin cup he had placed on the sidewalk before
+him.
+
+Tears came to the poor little old man's eyes; everyone was too busy to
+stop to hear his music.
+
+So in the evening when he slowly retraced his steps towards his attic
+home, his feet were very tired and he shuffled more than he had in the
+morning. His back humped and his head drooped more, and the tears nearly
+blinded him. He had to stop and rest at each flight of stairs and he
+fell to his knees just as he reached the attic door.
+
+He sat there and rested awhile, then caught hold of the doorknob and
+raised himself to his feet.
+
+A quaint little white-haired woman greeted him with a cheery smile as he
+entered, then, seeing his sad face, she turned her head and tears came
+to her eyes.
+
+"Honey!" the little old man sobbed, as he stumbled towards her chair and
+fell to his knees before her, burying his face in her lap.
+
+Neither could say a word for a long time, then the little old man told
+her he had been unable to make a single penny by playing.
+
+"No one cares to hear an old man play the violin!" he said. "No one
+cares that we go hungry and cold! And I can still play," he added
+fiercely, "just as well as ever I could! Listen to this!" and the little
+old man stood up and drew his bow across the violin strings in a sure,
+fiery manner, so that the lamp chimney rattled and sang with the
+vibrations of the strings.
+
+And in his fierceness he improvised a melody so wild and beautiful his
+sister sat entranced.
+
+As the little old man finished the melody he stood still more upright.
+Then straightening his old shoulders and pulling his hat firmly on his
+head, he stooped and kissed the old lady and walked with a firm tread to
+the door.
+
+"I shall make them take notice tonight!" he cried. "I shall return with
+success!"
+
+So again he went down the long flights of stairs and down the street
+until he came to a good corner where traffic was heavy.
+
+There, with the mood upon him which had fired him in the attic, he
+played again the wild melody.
+
+A few people hesitated as they passed, but only one stopped. This was an
+old woman, bent and wrinkled, who helped herself along with a cane. She
+stopped and looked him squarely in the eye and the little old man felt
+he should recognize her, but he could not remember where he had seen her
+before, nor was he sure that he had ever looked upon her until now.
+
+At any rate, the faint memory inspired him and, raising his violin, he
+played a beautiful lullaby.
+
+Before he had finished the old woman leaned over and dropped something
+into his little tin cup.
+
+It sounded as loud as a silver dollar would have sounded.
+
+"The dear old generous soul!" the old man thought as he continued
+playing.
+
+He played for hours, but the old woman was the only one who stopped.
+"I will at least have enough to get Cynthia some warm food!" he said,
+thinking of what the old lady had dropped into his tin cup.
+
+But when he looked, what was his dismay to see only a large iron ring!
+
+Again he climbed the stairs to the attic but he felt too weary to say a
+thing and his sister knew that he had met with disappointment. He tossed
+the iron ring to her lap and went over to the bed and threw himself upon
+it.
+
+"This is the end!" he said, and told her about the iron ring.
+
+"The old woman seemed interested in my playing!" he said, "And perhaps
+she gave all she could give!"
+
+"Let us not be downhearted, Brother!" said the sister. "Surely tomorrow
+you will find someone who will reward your talent!"
+
+The little old man was quiet for a long time and then he arose and again
+drew his bow across the violin strings. The old lady sat very still and
+dreamed, for her brother was playing one of their childhood songs.
+
+As she lost herself in reverie, she turned the iron ring around her
+finger and saw upon its surface, as she turned it, the faces of her
+playmates of long ago.
+
+And as the brother swept from one melody to another, she saw the iron
+ring change color and grow larger and larger.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+And, as she turned it, she saw the figures of her childhood playmates
+turn before her upon her lap, and they joined their voices with the
+silvery notes of the violin's long ago songs until the attic was filled
+with the melody and the figures danced from her lap and, taking her by
+the hand, circled in the center of the attic room laughing and singing.
+
+The little old man had been playing with his eyes closed, but as the
+songs grew louder he opened them and beheld the ring of little figures,
+with his sister holding hands with two of them. And, rising from the
+bed, still playing the childhood songs of long ago, he walked to the
+center of the room. As he did so, the figures rose in the air and seemed
+to grow lighter and larger. And suddenly the scene changed! He was out
+in the woods, with lofty trees towering above him, while all about,
+laughing and talking, were hundreds of little fairies, gnomes and
+sprites, and there, too, were the playmates of long ago, just as he had
+seen them when he had closed his eyes and played in the attic.
+
+And there, too, was his sister as she had been when a child. He looked
+at himself, and lo! he was no longer wrinkled and old. He was young
+again!
+
+In his gladness he danced with joy, and catching his sister to his
+breast he kissed her again and again.
+
+And, looking about him with shining eyes, he again drew his bow across
+the strings and played a tune so lively and full of sweet happiness the
+childhood friends caught hands and danced in a circle, and the little
+sprites, elves, gnomes and fairies caught hands and danced around the
+children, and as they passed before the brother he caught a mischievous
+glance from the eyes of one of the little fairies, and he knew in a
+moment she was the one who had played the old woman, and who had given
+him the iron ring....
+
+The people who lived in the room below the attic room missed the little
+old man's shuffling step, and, not hearing it for two days, they told
+the landlady, a kindly soul who had let the brother and sister have the
+attic room free of charge, and all went up to investigate....
+
+They rapped upon the attic door. All was quiet within. Timidly they
+opened the door and looked in. There upon the floor lay an old rusty
+iron ring. It was the Fairy Ring.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+
+MR. AND MRS. THUMBKINS
+
+
+Thumbkins ran beneath the bushes and down the tiny path until he came
+to where Tommy Grasshopper sat upon a blade of grass swinging in the
+breeze.
+
+"Have you seen Mrs. Thumbkins, Tommy Grasshopper?" Thumbkins called.
+
+"I have been asleep," replied Tommy Grasshopper, "And I haven't seen
+her!"
+
+"Oh dear! Oh dear!" cried Thumbkins. "She has not been home all day!"
+
+"Perhaps she went over to see Granpa Tobackyworm!" suggested Tommy
+Grasshopper, as he flicked his wings and made the blade of grass swing
+up and down.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+So Thumbkins thanked Tommy Grasshopper and ran over to Granpa
+Tobacyworm's house.
+
+Granpa Tobackyworm was sitting upon a blade of grass, swinging in the
+breeze and smoking his old clay pipe.
+
+"Oh, Granpa Tobackyworm! Have you seen Mrs. Thumbkins? She has not been
+at home all day and I can not find her!" cried Thumbkins.
+
+"Yes, I saw her early this morning going down the path with her acorn
+basket," said Granpa Tobackyworm as he blew a few rings of smoke in
+the air. "Perhaps she has gone to the Katydid grocery store to buy
+something," Granpa Tobackyworm added as he bounced up and down on his
+blade of grass.
+
+So Thumbkins thanked Granpa Tobackyworm and went on down the tiny path.
+
+"Hello, Thumbkins!" cried a cheery voice as Thumbkins ran under a bunch
+of flowers. "Where are you going in such a hurry?"
+
+Thumbkins saw Billy Bumblebee sitting upon one of the flowers, swinging
+in the breeze.
+
+"Mrs. Thumbkins has not been home all day!" said Thumbkins. "And I can
+not find her anywhere!"
+
+"HUMMMM!" replied Billy Bumblebee. "Let me think! HUMMMM!" This was his
+way of thinking very hard.
+
+"Perhaps she has gone over to see Granpa Tobackyworm, Mr Thumbkins!"
+
+"No!" replied Thumbkins, "I went there, and also over to the Katydid
+store, but she was not there!"
+
+"Suppose you climb upon my back, Thumbkins, and let me help you find
+her!" said Billy Bumblebee, as he buzzed his wings, making the flower
+sway up and down. So Thumbkins climbed up the flower stalk and took a
+seat upon Billy Bumblebee's back.
+
+"Let us fly way up in the air so that we may look down over all the
+country!" said Billy Bumblebee, as he made his wings whirr and climbed
+high in the air.
+
+Billy Bumblebee and Thumbkins looked over the country carefully, but
+they could not see Mrs. Thumbkins anywhere.
+
+Finally Billy's sharp eyes discovered something shiny down by the side
+of the pond, so they flew down towards it. It was a new tin can house.
+The door was closed.
+
+Thumbkins alighted from Billy Bumblebee's back and knocked at the door.
+
+TINKY-TINKY-TINK!
+
+"GRUMP! GRUMP!" said a deep voice from inside the tin can house. Billy
+Bumblebee peeped through a chink in a window, and saw a hoppy-toad with
+his mouth full of pancakes.
+
+So Thumbkins picked up a pebble and knocked louder. TONKY-TONKY-TONK!
+
+Old Man Hoppy-toad came to the door with a pancake in each hand and
+another large one in his mouth. "GRUMP! GRUMP!" he said.
+
+"Where is Mrs. Thumbkins?" Billy Bumblebee demanded, as he buzzed around
+Old Man Hoppy-toad's head.
+
+"I don't know!" said Old Man Hoppy-toad when he had swallowed the
+pancake.
+
+"Yes, you do!" Thumbkins cried as he caught Old Man Hoppy-toad's hand.
+"Who made those pancakes for you?"
+
+Billy Bumblebee buzzed closer to Old Man Hoppy-toad's head and Old Man
+Hoppy-toad blinked his big round eyes and finally said, "She is locked
+up in the kitchen!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+So Thumbkins ran to the kitchen and came out with Mrs.
+Thumbkins. Old Man Hoppy-toad had locked her in the kitchen so she would
+have to bake lots and lots of pancakes for him.
+
+Thumbkins was so glad to see Mrs. Thumbkins he came very near crying.
+And Billy Bumblebee said to Old Man Hoppy-toad, "Now you must leave our
+neighborhood, for we do not permit anyone to bother anyone else in the
+Town of Tinythings."
+
+So Old Man Hoppy-toad had to pack up all his things in a red
+handkerchief and hustle out of town.
+
+And Billy Bumblebee buzzed right around his head as Old Man Hoppy-toad
+went down the path "Lickity split-Hoppity hop!" and never once looked
+behind him.
+
+Thumbkins and Mrs. Thumbkins went back home, and when Billy Bumblebee
+returned and told them he had made Old Man Hoppy-toad go 'way down to
+the river they knew they would never be troubled with him again.
+
+Mrs. Thumbkins said she had fried pancakes all day but she was not too
+tired to fry more. So she made a lot of pancakes, while Billy Bumblebee
+flew home and returned with a bucket of honey, and they had so many
+pancakes Mrs. Thumbkins asked Billy Bumblebee if he would fly around and
+invite all the neighbors in to help eat them.
+
+Tommy Grasshopper, Granpa Tobackyworm, and all the other friends of the
+Thumbkins came and ate the lovely pancakes, covered with the delicious
+honey.
+
+And, after eating as much as they could, everybody caught hold of hands
+and danced until late in the night, for the Katydid orchestra was there
+to furnish the music.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+
+THE OLD, ROUGH STONE AND THE GNARLED TREE
+
+
+A great rough stone lay beneath a gnarled old tree. Years ago a tiny
+squirrel had climbed upon the stone to nibble some nuts, but before he
+had finished he was startled away.
+
+"There!" thought the stone to himself as he saw a nut roll to the
+ground, "now that nut will take root and grow into a tree and I will
+have to lie here for ages beneath its branches. I wish the silly
+squirrel had gone some other place to eat the nuts!"
+
+When the little nut took root and sent its tiny shoots up in the air,
+the old, rough Stone said, "There! I knew it!" and he disliked the tree
+from that time on.
+
+The old, rough Stone watched the tiny green shoot grow and grow until it
+grew into an enormous tree.
+
+"Just see how he pushes me up in the air with his roots!" the old, rough
+Stone said to himself.
+
+When the gnarled tree was covered with leaves in the summer time, the
+old, rough Stone said, "Just see how he hides the blue sky from my
+view!"
+
+And in the winter time when the limbs of the tree were bare, the old,
+rough Stone said, "Just see how he lets the snow and the cold rain fall
+right on me!"
+
+One night during a heavy storm the old, rough Stone heard a crash, and
+in the morning he saw the gnarled tree lying upon the ground. "Now I
+shall be all by myself again!" he said. Then he counted the rings in the
+trunk of the gnarled tree until he came to three hundred, which was as
+far as he could count. "More than three hundred years have passed since
+that silly little squirrel dropped the nut from which this tree grew!"
+said the old, rough Stone to himself.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Then men came with axes and cut up the tree and carried all of it away.
+
+When the hot summer days came the sun beat down upon the old, rough
+Stone and he missed the shade of the gnarled tree. "My! It's hot!" said
+the old, rough Stone, "I wish the gnarled tree with its pretty rustling
+leaves were here again to shade me and keep me cool!"
+
+When winter came the old, rough Stone missed the leaves which fell
+around him and kept him warm.
+
+"Oh dear! How cold it is!" he cried, "I wish the gnarled tree would come
+back and scatter his leaves about me to protect me from the cold!"
+
+So years and years and years passed, and the great old, rough Stone lay
+all alone.
+
+"I wish another squirrel would come to eat nuts upon me!" he thought.
+"Squirrels are such knowing little creatures, I am sure another might
+drop a nut which would grow into a lovely tree to keep me company."
+
+But, many more years passed, and never again did a tiny squirrel sit
+upon the old, rough Stone and eat nuts. And never again did another tree
+grow above the old, rough Stone to keep him company.
+
+"Ah me!" sighed the old, rough Stone, "We never know how well off we are
+until we lose something we really need!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+
+SALLY MIGRUNDY
+
+
+Sally Migrundy lived all alone in a tiny little cottage no larger than a
+piano box. This was plenty large enough for Sally Migrundy though, for
+she was a tiny little lady herself. Sally Migrundy's tiny little cottage
+stood at the edge of a stream, a beautiful crystal clear stream of
+tinkling water which sang in a continual murmur all day and all night to
+Sally Migrundy.
+
+The stream tinkled merrily through a great forest which lay for miles
+and miles, a green mantle over the hills and valleys, and Sally
+Migrundy's tiny little cottage stood in the exact center of the great
+whispering forest.
+
+All the wood creatures knew and loved Sally Migrundy and she knew and
+loved all of the wood creatures.
+
+Each morning she would scatter food upon the surface of the singing
+stream and the lovely fish, their sides reflecting rainbow colors, would
+leap from the tinkling waters and splash about to show their pleasure.
+And she would place food about her little garden for the birds and they
+in turn repaid her by their wonderful melodies.
+
+Even the mama deer brought their little, wabbly-legged baby deer to
+introduce to Sally Migrundy; and she rubbed their sleek sides and talked
+to them so they couldn't but love her.
+
+Now Sally Migrundy had always lived in her tiny cottage on the bank of
+the tinkling stream which ran through the whispering forest. She had
+lived there when the largest trees in the forest were tiny little
+sprouts. She had lived there long before that, and even still longer
+than that, and that, and that. Ever so much longer!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+One day a man who lived on a hill many, many miles away from the
+whispering forest said to his wife: "Mother, wouldn't you like to know
+where the water that flows from our spring goes to?" And his wife
+replied: "It must travel until it reaches the ocean!"
+
+"Yes, I know that, mother" he replied, "but I mean, wouldn't it be
+interesting to know all of the country through which the water flows?"
+
+So the more they talked of it, the more interested they became until the
+man finally wrote upon a slip of paper and put the paper into a tiny
+bottle. Then he put the bottle upon the surface of the spring water and
+watched it float away.
+
+The little bottle floated along, tumbling over the tiny falls and
+tinkling ripples and bobbing up and down in the deep, blue, quiet,
+places until finally it floated to Sally Migrundy's and came to rest in
+the mass of pretty flowers where Sally Migrundy came each morning to dip
+her tiny bucket of water.
+
+And so Sally Migrundy found the tiny bottle and took it into her tiny
+house to read the tiny note she saw inside.
+
+It was such a nice, happy-hearted note Sally Migrundy said: "I will
+answer it!" So she wrote a happy-hearted note and asked whoever read it
+to come and visit her. Then she put her note in the tiny bottle and sent
+it dancing and bobbing down through the whispering forest, riding upon
+the surface of the singing stream. And Sally Migrundy's note floated
+along in the bottle until a little boy and a little girl saw it and
+picked it up.
+
+And when they read Sally Migrundy's happy-hearted note asking them to
+visit her they started following up the stream until after a long, long
+time they came to the tiny little cottage.
+
+Sally Migrundy was very much surprised to see the two children, for she
+had almost forgotten she had written the invitation.
+
+"Howdeedoo!" said Sally Migrundy, "Where in the world did you children
+come from?"
+
+"We found a note in a bottle and traveled up the stream until we came to
+your little cottage," they answered.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"But won't your mamas and daddies be worried because you have been away
+from home so long?" Sally Migrundy asked.
+
+"We are orphans," the children said.
+
+Then Sally Migrundy kissed them and asked them into her tiny cottage.
+
+The door was so small the children had to get down upon their hands and
+knees to crawl through. But when they got inside they were surprised to
+find that the rooms were very large. In fact, Sally Migrundy's living
+room was larger inside than the whole little cottage was on the outside,
+for, as you have probably guessed, Sally Migrundy's cottage was a magic
+house.
+
+And in one corner of the living room there was a queer stand with a
+silver stem sticking up through the center, and the stem curved over and
+down towards five or six little crystal glasses.
+
+It was a magic soda fountain, as the children soon found out, and they
+could have all the soda water they wished at any time.
+
+In another room were two little snow white beds. These belonged to them,
+Sally Migrundy told the children. As you have probably guessed, the
+magic cottage took care to make everything comfortable for those who
+came inside.
+
+And when Sally Migrundy had shown the children their pretty bed room
+she took them to the dining room and there they found a table which had
+everything nice to eat upon it. And so the children ate and ate and ate,
+for the magic table knew just what the person wished for who sat at
+it. So you may be sure there were plenty of cookies and ice cream and
+candies and golden doughnuts and everything.
+
+So the two little orphan children lived all the time with Sally
+Migrundy. And each morning when they tumbled, laughing and shouting, out
+of their little snow white beds, they found underneath a new present. So
+each morning they had a new toy to play with, for the magic beds knew
+just what a child would like most each day.
+
+Sally Migrundy was very, very glad the children had come to live with
+her, so she wrote more notes and sent them down the singing stream, and
+more and more children came until Sally Migrundy's house was very, very
+large inside, but still the same tiny little cottage on the outside. The
+singing and happy laughter of the children echoed through the whispering
+forest all day, and the ground about the cottage was filled with toys
+and playthings,--merry-go-rounds, sliding boards, sand piles, hundreds
+of sand toys, and play houses filled with beautiful dolls and doll
+furniture.
+
+There was a roller coaster which knew just when to stop and start so
+that none of the children could ever hurt themselves upon it, and a
+little play grocery, a little play candy store, and a little play ice
+cream parlor so that the children could go there at any time and get
+cookies and candy and ice cream whenever they wished. You may be sure it
+was a very happy place to live and the children made Sally Migrundy very
+happy. At first the creatures who lived in the whispering forest were
+surprised to hear the happy laughter and to see so many children playing
+about, but they soon grew accustomed to the children and came right up
+to the grocery and candy store and ice cream parlor to be fed.
+
+Each year Sally Migrundy sends happy-hearted invitations floating down
+the stream and more orphan children come to live with her. However Sally
+Migrundy's tiny cottage is just the same tiny cottage on the outside.
+But when once you crawl through the tiny door, you look upon rows and
+rows of little rooms, each having one or more little snow white beds in
+it.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+And, while Sally Migrundy remains a tiny little lady only two feet high,
+she has as much happiness inside as if she were as large as a great big
+mountain, for as you have probably also guessed, she is a fairy and can
+have as much room inside for happiness as the little magic cottage could
+have room inside for all the happy children.
+
+One day the man who lived upon the hill where the spring bubbles up from
+the ground and makes the beginning of the singing stream said to his
+wife: "Mother, I will follow the stream and see where it leads to!" So
+he started down the stream and walked and walked and walked until the
+stream took him down through the whispering forest clear down to the
+sea.
+
+Then he turned around and walked back up the stream from the ocean--up
+through the whispering forest until he came again to his home at the top
+of the hill.
+
+"I followed the stream down through a great whispering forest, mother,"
+he said, "until I came to the sea. Then I turned around and came back
+the same way. It was a beautiful trip and when I came to the center of
+the great whispering forest there was a clearing at the side of the
+tinkling, singing stream, and the lovely fish leaped from the crystal
+waters and showed me their wonderful coloring, and the clearing was
+filled with beautiful flowers and the music of birds. And it was so
+beautiful I stopped and watched and listened.
+
+"It seemed as if hundreds of children were playing around me, and
+although I could not hear them yet it seemed to me that I felt they were
+shouting and laughing at their play!"
+
+"How wonderful it must have been!" said his wife.
+
+"It was indeed very wonderful, mother. And when I returned I again
+stopped at the same place and sat and listened to the singing of the
+waters and the birds, and I saw the wild creatures come down into the
+clearing and act as if they were being fed, and all the time I seemed
+to feel the laughter and happy shouting of children at play. And a most
+delightful feeling of contentment and happiness came over me as if I sat
+within the borders of Fairyland!
+
+"Then as I stooped to drink of the tinkling waters before I started on
+my way home, I saw, tied to a flower growing in the water, the tiny
+little bottle with the note inside which I had floated off a long time
+ago, so I brought it home with me!"
+
+And from his knapsack the man took the tiny bottle and placed it on the
+table before his wife.
+
+"I wish we knew just who tied the bottle to the flower!" said the wife
+as she picked the bottle up to look at it. And because the bottle had
+been used by Sally Migrundy, the two good people suddenly knew all about
+Sally Migrundy, the magic little cottage, and the happy children who
+lived there.
+
+Every year the man takes his wife, and together they walk down the
+tinkling stream until they came to the exact center of the great
+whispering forest; there they sit for hours at a time, feeling the
+happiness that overflows from the hearts of Sally Migrundy and the
+children. And while the good couple have not been able to see the
+children or Sally Migrundy, or even the tiny magic cottage, they know
+they are all there, for at times they can hear the laughter and once
+in a while they feel the touch of a tiny hand. And when they return to
+their home upon the hill they find they have received enough happiness
+at the clearing beside the tinkling, singing water to last them for a
+whole year.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+
+HOW JOHNNY CRICKET SAW SANTA CLAUS
+
+
+When the first frost came and coated the leaves with its film of
+sparkles, Mamma Cricket, Papa Cricket, Johnny Cricket and Grandpa
+Cricket decided it was time they moved into their winter home.
+
+Papa and Mamma and Grandpa Cricket carried all the heavy Cricket
+furniture, while Johnny Cricket carried the lighter things, such as the
+family portraits, looking glasses, knives and forks and spoons, and his
+own little violin.
+
+Aunt Katy Didd wheeled Johnny's little sister Teeny in the Cricket baby
+buggy and helped Mamma Cricket lay the rugs and wash the stone-work,
+for you see the Cricket winter home was in the chimney of a big
+old-fashioned house and the walls were very dusty, and everything was
+topsy-turvy.
+
+But Mamma Cricket and Aunt Katy Didd soon had everything in tip-top
+order, and the winter home was just as clean and neat as the summer home
+out under the rose bush had been.
+
+There the Cricket family lived happily and every thing was just as cozy
+as any little bug would care to have; on cold nights the people who
+owned the great big old fashioned house always made a fire in the
+fireplace, so the walls of the Cricket's winter home were nice and
+warm, and little Teeny Cricket could play on the floor in her bare feet
+without fear of catching cold and getting the Cricket croup.
+
+There was one crack in the walls of the Crickets' winter home which
+opened right into the fireplace, so the light from the fire always lit
+up the Crickets' living room. Papa Cricket could read the Bugville News
+while Johnny Cricket fiddled all the latest popular Bug Songs and Mamma
+Cricket rocked and sang to little Teeny Cricket.
+
+One night, though, the people who owned the great big old fashioned
+house did not have a fire in the fireplace, and little Teeny Cricket
+was bundled up in warm covers and rocked to sleep, and all the Cricket
+family went to bed in the dark.
+
+Johnny Cricket had just dozed into dreamland when he was awakened by
+something pounding ... ever so loudly ... and he slipped out of bed and
+into his two little red topped boots and felt his way to the crack in
+the living room wall.
+
+Johnny heard loud voices and merry peals of laughter, so he crawled
+through the crack and looked out into the fireplace.
+
+There in front of the fireplace he saw four pink feet and two laughing
+faces way above, while just a couple of Cricket-hops from Johnny's nose
+was a great big man. Johnny could not see what the man was pounding, but
+he made an awful loud noise.
+
+Finally the pounding ceased and the man leaned over and kissed the
+owners of the pink feet. Then there were a few more squeals of laughter,
+and the four pink feet pitter-patted across the floor and Johnny could
+see the owners hop into a snow-white bed.
+
+Then Johnny saw the man walk to the lamp and turn the light down low,
+and leave the great big room.
+
+Johnny Cricket jumped out of the crack into the fireplace and ran out
+into the great big room so that he might see what the man had pounded.
+The light from the lamp was too dim for him to make out the objects
+hanging from the mantel above the fireplace. All he could see were four
+long black things, so Johnny Cricket climbed up the bricks at the side
+of the fireplace until he came to the mantel shelf, then he ran along
+the shelf and looked over. The black things were stockings.
+
+Johnny began to wish that he had stopped to put on his stockings, for he
+was in his bare feet. He had removed his little red topped boots when
+he decided to climb up the side of the fireplace and now his feet were
+cold.
+
+So Johnny started to climb over the mantel shelf and down the side of
+the fireplace when there came a puff of wind down the chimney which made
+the stockings swing away out into the room, and snowflakes fluttered
+clear across the room.
+
+There was a tiny tinkle from a bell and, just as Johnny hopped behind
+the clock, he saw a boot stick out of the fireplace.
+
+Then Johnny Cricket's little bug heart went pitty-pat, and sounded as if
+it would run a race with the ticking of the clock.
+
+From his hiding place, Johnny Cricket heard one or two chuckles, and
+something rattle. Johnny crept along the edge of the clock and holding
+the two feelers over his back looked from his hiding place....
+
+At first all he could see were two hands filling the stockings with
+rattly things, but when the hands went down below the mantel for more
+rattly things, Johnny Cricket saw a big round smiling face all fringed
+with snow-white whiskers.
+
+Johnny drew back into the shadow of the clock, and stayed there until
+the rattling had ceased and all had grown quiet, then he slipped from
+behind the clock and climbed down the side of the fireplace as fast as
+he could. Johnny Cricket was too cold to stop and put on his little red
+boots, but scrambled through the crack in the fireplace and hopped into
+bed. In the morning Mamma Cricket had a hard time getting Johnny Cricket
+out of bed. He yawned and stretched, put on one stocking, rubbed his
+eyes, yawned, put on another stocking and yawned again. Johnny was still
+very sleepy and could hardly keep his eyes open as he reached for his
+little red-topped boots.
+
+Johnny's toe struck something hard, he yawned, rubbed his eyes and
+looked into the boot. Yes, there was something in Johnny Cricket's boot!
+He picked up the other boot; it, too, had something in it!
+
+It was candy! With a loud cry for such a little Cricket, Johnny rushed
+to the kitchen and showed Mamma, then he told her of his adventure of
+the night before.
+
+Mamma Cricket called Papa and they both had a laugh when Johnny told how
+startled he had been at the old man with the white whiskers who filled
+the stockings in front of the fireplace. "Why, Johnny!" said Mamma and
+Papa Cricket. "Don't you know? That was Santa Claus. We have watched him
+every Christmas in the last four years fill the stockings, and he saw
+your little red topped boots and filled them with candy, too. If you
+will crawl through the crack into the fireplace you will see the
+children of the people who own this big house playing with all the
+presents that Santa Claus left them!"
+
+And, sure enough, it was so!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+
+THE TWIN SISTERS
+
+
+Everybody in the little village called them the twin houses because they
+were built exactly alike. But the two little cottages looked different
+even if they were built alike, for one was covered with climbing vines
+and beautiful scarlet roses while the other had no vines or flowers
+about it at all.
+
+Everybody called the two cottages the twin houses for another reason:
+the owners were twins. One of the twins was Matilda and the other
+Katrinka and they were as much alike on the outside as their two
+cottages were alike; but as their two cottages differed, so did the two
+twins differ.
+
+Matilda could not be told from Katrinka should you just see them walking
+down the street, but the minute either of them spoke you would know
+which was Matilda and which was Katrinka. Matilda, who lived in the bare
+cottage, was sour and disagreeable, while Katrinka was happy and cheery.
+
+So the people in the little village called Matilda "Matilda Grouch" and
+they called Katrinka "Katrinka Sunshine". All the children of the little
+village loved Katrinka, for she always had a cooky or a dainty in her
+apron pocket to give them, or she would pat them on their curly heads
+and smile cheerily at them through her glasses. And all the children
+avoided Matilda, for, sometimes mistaking her for Katrinka and running
+close to greet her, they would have their noses tweeked for their
+trouble.
+
+Matilda's life was lonely and cold; no one went to see her. She was
+always unhappy.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Katrinka's house always echoed with the laughter of children;
+everyone went to see her. She was always joyful and cheery.
+
+One night while Matilda sat at her dark window looking across at
+Katrinka's house, she saw a crowd of people tip-toeing up to the stoop
+with baskets under their arms and flowers in their hands and when all
+had crowded upon the porch they stamped their feet and made a great
+noise.
+
+Matilda was very angry, but Katrinka ran laughing to the door and
+greeted all with her kindliest smile. It was a surprise party for
+Katrinka, for it was her birthday.
+
+Matilda watched the party from her dark window and the longer she
+watched, the more angry she grew, for the longer the party lasted, the
+louder grew the happy laughter.
+
+Finally when all the guests had gone, Matilda saw Katrinka gather up
+half of the presents and put them in a basket.
+
+Then Katrinka stole softly up to Matilda's stoop and stamped her feet.
+Matilda sat scowling by the dark window a long time before she finally
+went to the door, for she was very peevish.
+
+"This is a fine time to come stamping upon a person's stoop!" she
+scolded, as Katrinka walked into the living room.
+
+"Oh, sister," Katrinka cried, as she tried to kiss Matilda. "This is our
+birthday and I have brought you half of the presents which were given
+me! See?" and she piled the presents high upon the table.
+
+"I do not wish them!" said Matilda, frowning at her sister. But Katrinka
+could see that Matilda _did_ wish them.
+
+"The presents were not for me, Katrinka!" she said.
+
+"Oh yes they are!" Katrinka replied. "They were given to me and I give
+them to you! I have saved one half for myself! But you should have been
+to the party!" said Katrinka, "We had such a happy time!"
+
+"I do not enjoy being with people!" Matilda scolded, "I wish to be left
+to myself!"
+
+"Yes, but Matilda," her sister said, "you do not know the happiness in
+being kind and friendly to others!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Pooh!" sniffed Matilda.
+
+"I just wish you could take my place and know the happiness that is in
+my heart tonight," Katrinka smiled.
+
+"I just wish you could take my place and know the unhappiness that is in
+my heart tonight!" said Matilda, "You would see that a lot of children
+screeching about the house with all their presents could not bring me
+happiness!"
+
+Katrinka thought a moment, "I have it, Matilda! We will change places!
+You must live in my house and pretend that you are me, and I will live
+in your house and pretend that I am you! And you must smile and be
+friendly just as I would do."
+
+After a great deal of coaxing, Matilda finally agreed that she would
+change places with Katrinka and try to smile when anyone came to see
+her.
+
+"But only for three days!" she said.
+
+So Matilda went over to Katrinka's cottage and went to bed and Katrinka
+stayed in Matilda's cottage, but she did not go to bed.
+
+Instead she went all over the house and tidied everything up and placed
+pretty white curtains at the windows. In the morning neighbors came to
+Katrinka's house, and Matilda, taking Katrinka's place met them with
+a smile, and soon in spite of herself she was laughing and enjoying
+herself.
+
+And when they left, Matilda felt that she enjoyed having them there.
+
+But what was the callers' surprise when they passed Matilda's cottage
+to see someone planting flowers around the stoop. They stopped in
+wonderment and, as Katrinka looked up at them with a cheery "Good
+Morning!" and a happy smile they could scarce believe their eyes and
+ears, for they thought it was Matilda.
+
+And these callers told other neighbors and they called at Katrinka's
+house and visited with Matilda and Matilda was so pleased she laughed
+as cheerily as Katrinka could laugh. And as the neighbors left they saw
+Katrinka in Matilda's front yard planting flowers and stopped in open
+mouthed wonder to gaze at her, for _they_ thought she was Matilda.
+
+And when Katrinka smiled at them and said her cheery "Good morning"
+_they_ could scarcely believe their eyes and ears.
+
+The neighbors all put their heads together, and that evening they filled
+their baskets with goodies and presents and, with large bouquets of
+flowers, they tiptoed up to Matilda's front stoop and stamped their
+feet.
+
+Now Katrinka had called Matilda over to her own house to see the changes
+she had made and Matilda was beginning to see what she had missed all
+along. And as they were talking, there came a noise at the front stoop.
+
+"Shall I go to the door, Matilda?" asked Katrinka.
+
+"No, I will go, Katrinka!" Matilda replied, her face alight with
+happiness. So Matilda welcomed her guests as cheerily as Katrinka had
+done the evening before and the laughter lasted until 'way in the night.
+
+And when the last guest had left, Matilda took Katrinka in her arms and
+said, "I will not need to change places with you again, Katrinka, for I
+have found that there is far more pleasure in being happy than in being
+unhappy!" "Of course there is, Matilda!" Katrinka replied. "You see, in
+order to be happy ourselves we must reflect happiness to others, and the
+more cheer we give to others the more joy we receive ourselves, so we
+must continue to change from one house to another every other day so
+that no one will know which of us is Matilda and which is Katrinka and
+we will share our happiness with each other."
+
+So Matilda's house was soon surrounded with beautiful flowers and her
+house echoed with the fun and laughter of happy children.
+
+And the two sisters who looked alike now acted alike and could not be
+told apart, and they changed about so often people never knew whether
+they were visiting Katrinka or whether they were visiting Matilda, for
+one was as cheery as the other and was as happy in the love of all the
+people in the little village.
+
+And, as they could not be told apart, everyone called Matilda or
+Katrinka the Cheery Twins whenever they spoke of either.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE THUMBKIN'S GOOD DEED
+
+
+Thumbkins lived in a tiny, cozy little house right down beneath a
+mushroom. The tiny, little house was made of cobwebs which Thumbkins had
+gathered from the bushes and weeds. These he had woven together with
+thistle-down, making the nicest little nest imaginable.
+
+One day Thumbkins was passing through the meadow and it began to rain.
+"Dear me! I shall get soaking wet!" Thumbkins cried as he hurried along.
+
+A mamma meadow-lark, sitting upon her nest, saw Thumbkins running and
+called to him: "Come here, little man, and get beneath my wing and I
+will keep you warm and dry!"
+
+So Thumbkins crawled beneath Mamma Meadow-Lark's wings and, snuggling
+down close to the bottom of the meadow-lark's nest, he found three tiny
+little baby meadow-larks. It was too dark for Thumbkins to see them, but
+he felt that the baby Meadow-Larks were as warm as toast.
+
+Thumbkins kept very quiet, for the baby meadow-larks were sleepy little
+fellows, and before he knew it Thumbkins was sound asleep himself, with
+an arm around one of the baby birds.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Thumbkins did not know how long he had been asleep, but when he awakened
+the rain had ceased. Thumbkins knew it had stopped raining for he could
+no longer hear the rain drops pattering upon Mamma Meadow-Lark's back.
+So now he climbed out of the nest and looked about.
+
+The ground about the Meadow-Lark's nest was covered with tiny puddles,
+and Mamma Meadow-Lark was soaking wet. She looked very uncomfortable.
+Her feathers stuck out in all directions and a drop of water fell from
+her head and rolled down her beak.
+
+Thumbkins thought at first Mamma Meadow-Lark was crying, and he said:
+"Are you cold, Mamma Meadow-Lark?"
+
+"Yes, indeed!" Mamma Meadow-Lark replied as she shook her ruffled
+feathers, sending the water flying in all directions.
+
+"But, you see," she continued, "if I did not cover my baby Meadow-Lark
+chicks they would get very, very cold, for they have little bald heads
+with not a single feather upon them to protect them! So, while I get
+wet, it does not matter so much, for I know I have kept my little
+Meadow-Lark chicks dry and warm and cozy and that, of course, makes me
+very happy! And I had the pleasure of keeping you warm and dry, too!"
+Mamma Meadow-Lark added.
+
+"Perhaps Mamma Meadow-Lark is very happy inside!" Thumbkins thought to
+himself as he stood and looked at her. "But she does not look very happy
+with such wet feathers."
+
+"I thank you ever and ever so much, Mamma Meadow-Lark!" Thumbkins said.
+
+"You are indeed very welcome," Mamma Meadow-Lark replied, "and any time
+it rains you can come back to my nest and crawl beneath my wing and keep
+warm and dry. For you are tiny and do not take up much room!"
+
+Thumbkins thanked Mamma Meadow-Lark again, and told her of his nice
+warm cozy little nest beneath the mushroom. "It is always nice and dry
+there," he said, "for the rain runs right off the mushroom and does not
+touch my little cobweb home!"
+
+That night as he lay in his little thistle-down bed, Thumbkins heard it
+thundering. "I'm very glad that I haven't a home built right out upon
+the bare ground like the meadow-larks!" he said. And as the thunder grew
+louder, Thumbkins turned over and tried to go to sleep.
+
+Presently the raindrops began to patter on the round top of the mushroom
+and "drip-dropped" to the ground without getting Thumbkins' little house
+the least bit wet. Usually when it rained, the patter of the raindrops
+upon his mushroom roof lulled Thumbkins right to sleep, but tonight
+Thumbkins lay wide awake and thought and thought.
+
+"I can't go to sleep!" Thumbkins said, so he hopped out of his warm
+little bed and lit his tiny lantern. Then, though it was raining ever so
+hard, he pulled his little hat well down on his head and ran out into
+the storm.
+
+Yes! There was Mamma Meadow-Lark sitting upon her nest with her head
+tucked under her wing, sound asleep. But when he held his tiny lantern
+close, Thumbkins could see that she shivered as the cold raindrops
+splashed upon her back.
+
+So Thumbkins ran to the woods where he knew the mushrooms grew, and
+breaking off the largest one he could find he carried it to where Mamma
+Meadow-Lark sat sleeping upon her nest, and planted it so the raindrops
+rolled off the round roof and did not touch her at all.
+
+Then, shivering himself, for he was soaking wet, he ran home as fast as
+he could, took off his dripping clothes, put on his little pajamas, and
+climbed into his warm little cozy cobweb bed.
+
+Now of course Thumbkins was happy because he had helped another, and
+when a person is happy there is nothing to worry about, and when there
+is nothing to worry about, of course there is nothing to keep one awake.
+
+So Thumbkins fell fast asleep and dreamed the most pleasant dreams.
+
+And they were such happy dreams Thumbkins slept until almost half-past
+eight the next morning.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+
+THE WISHBONE
+
+
+The stove lifter lay upon his iron side and looked across the top of the
+shelf which stood above the stove. "Who is he?" he asked of the box of
+matches lying near him.
+
+The box of matches looked at the strange new object standing upon two
+thin white legs and leaning against the wall near the coffee pot.
+
+"I do not know!" the match box answered.
+
+Then they asked a number of other objects lying about if they knew who
+the newcomer was, but none of them had ever seen anything like him
+before.
+
+When the new two-legged object with the bald head heard everyone
+whispering he felt they were talking about him, and he stepped out where
+all might see him, and walked up and down the shelf at the back of the
+stove.
+
+The stove lifter, the match box and all the other objects watched him
+with interest as he strutted back and forth.
+
+At last the new object stood still and with his head thrown back he
+said: "I am a wish-bone, but as none of you know what a wishbone is,
+I shall tell you! A wishbone is an object of great importance in this
+world. Some of us come from the breasts of chickens and some from the
+breasts of turkeys. When we are placed above a doorsill in a house, we
+bring good luck!"
+
+"Don't the people in the house here wish good luck?" asked the match
+box.
+
+"What a silly question!" replied the wishbone, "Anyone could easily see
+you do not know much!"
+
+"Then why didn't they place you above the door?" asked the stove lifter.
+
+"Because I have greater qualities than bringing good luck!" the wishbone
+answered. "The children placed me here to dry, for they have heard that
+I make wishes come true! And if you keep your eyes and ears open you
+will see just what a great object a wishbone really is!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+All the other objects upon the shelf on the back of the stove held their
+breaths to think such an important object deigned to talk to them.
+
+Then the children came romping into the kitchen. "Here they come!" cried
+the wishbone. "Now watch me make their wishes come true!"
+
+And all the other objects scarcely breathed while they watched the
+children as they took the wishbone from the shelf. They could see how
+proud he looked as the children each took one of the wishbone's legs
+between their fingers.
+
+"I wish that this kitchen were just filled with candy and cake, then we
+could eat all we wish to!" one of the children said. "And I wish for a
+million golden pennies piled high upon the kitchen table!" the other
+child cried.
+
+"Now watch!" the wishbone winked to the objects upon the shelf behind
+the stove.
+
+The two children pulled upon the wishbone's legs. "Ouch!" he cried.
+There was a loud snap, and the wishbone broke in two.
+
+"I get my Wish!" cried the child with the longest part of the broken
+wishbone, "The room will be filled with candy!"
+
+"Watch the room fill with candy!" cried all the objects upon the shelf.
+"How wonderful it must be to be a wishbone!"
+
+But the room did not fill with candy.
+
+"That's another time the wish did not come true!" cried one child.
+
+"They never come true!" cried the other child as the broken wishbone was
+tossed in the coal scuttle. "Wishbones are just ordinary bones and do
+not make wishes come true!" And the children ran outside to romp and
+play.
+
+"How much better it is to be a useful object!" said the stove lifter.
+
+"Yes indeed!" replied the match box. "And the more useful one is,
+usually, the less he brags about himself!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+
+TIM TIM TAMYTAM
+
+
+"This looks like an excellent place, Tim Tim!" Mrs. Tamytam said, as she
+threw her little poke bonnet back from her head. "An excellent place!"
+Tim Tim Tamytam scrambled up the root of the tree and peered into the
+dark hole in the tree trunk. "HMMM!" he said by way of reply, "Did you
+bring the candle with you, Tum Tum?"
+
+"Oh, I forgot it, Tim Tim!" his little wife replied, "I will run right
+back and get it!"
+
+"No, Tum Tum! I will run home and get it! You sit down upon this soft
+little toad-stool and wait until I return. It will take me but a
+moment!"
+
+So Mrs. Tamytam sat down to wait upon the little soft toad-stool, with
+her bonnet hanging over her shoulders, and she sang and knitted.
+
+Now, Mrs. Tamytam was a delightful little elfish lady, and she and Tim
+Tim were very, very happy together, even though they were only six
+inches tall.
+
+So, while she sang and knitted, Tim Tim ran down the tiny path made by
+the woodfolk, past the bubbling spring and around the bend in the bank
+of the tumbling brooklet until he came to his home, which was another
+hole in the trunk of an old tree.
+
+As Tim Tim climbed into his doorway, he stood and looked with dismay at
+what had been his cozy living room, for now it was filled with sawdust
+and small pieces of sticks and twigs, for the whole top of the old tree
+had broken off and now the rain would splash right down on everything
+the first time there was a shower.
+
+Tim Tim Tamytam searched about in the sawdust and twigs until he found a
+tiny bit of bayberry candle, and, putting this in his pocket, he turned
+to go out of the hole. But just then Tom Tom Teenyweeny walked in the
+door.
+
+"Hello, Tom Tom Teenyweeny!" Tim Tim cried cheerily.
+
+"Hello, Tim Tim Tamytam!" Tom Tom cried at the same time, "What ever has
+happened to your lovely home, Tim Tim?"
+
+"Well, I will tell you, Tom Tom," Tim Tim answered, "You know Mrs.
+Fuzzytail lived with her grandchildren squirrels up in the top of the
+tree, and they had a very cozy den up there, too, but Mrs. Fuzzytail
+wished to make some small improvements, such as a new peep-hole window
+and a little cupboard for Chinkapins and hickory nuts. So last summer
+she sent for the carpenter ants and arranged with them to do the
+carpenter work. And do you know, Tom Tom," and here Tim Tim Tamytam
+put his hand upon Tom Tom's shoulder and got very confidential, "those
+mischievous carpenter ants, when they once got started, they sawed and
+chipped, until they had cut almost all of the shell of the tree away,
+and when it blew so very hard last night the top of the tree broke right
+in two, where the ants had made their tunnels, and down it fell with a
+great crash and made this great pile of sawdust and sticks!" "Dear me!"
+said Tom Tom. "Was anyone hurt when the top of the tree fell?"
+
+"Fortunately no one was injured!" Tim Tim replied, "But our home was
+ruined and so was Mrs. Fuzzytail's and Wally Woodpecker's, the bachelor
+and we have been out looking for another home. If you will come with me,
+Tom Tom, I will show it to you, for now I have a candle and can look
+about inside!"
+
+So Tim Tim and Tom Tom ran back along the tiny wood-folk path until they
+came to the place where Tim Tim had left Mrs. Tamytam.
+
+There hung her knitting bag upon the stem of a flower, but Tum Tum
+Tamytam was no where about.
+
+"OOOHooooo!" Tim Tim called, putting his hands to his mouth and forming
+a sort of horn. Charley Chipmunk stopped whittling upon a hickory nut
+and peeped over the limb to see who called.
+
+Mrs. Tamytam did not answer, so Tom Tom took a leaf and rolled it into
+a horn. Across the small end he strung a fibre from a piece of moss and
+with this elfin horn he blew the Tim Tim Tamytam wood-call: "Tahoo Tahoo
+Tahoo-hoo-hoo!"
+
+"That's the Tim Tim Tamytam call!" all the wood creatures, said, as they
+listened.
+
+"Tahoo Tahoo Tahoo-hoo-hoo!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+And as Tim Tim and Tom Tom listened, they heard away off the answering
+Tamytam wood-call: "Toowoo-toowoo-tooawoooooo!" sounding like the
+plaintive notes of the turtle dove but was easily distinguished by any
+of the woodfolk.
+
+Tim Tim and Tom Tom followed the sound of the answering call until they
+came to a beautiful woodland glade. There, where the sweet ferns and
+fragrant flowers grew in profusion and a carpet of velvety moss spread
+upon the ground, they saw Mrs. Tom Tom Teenyweeny and Mrs. Tim Tim
+Tamytam with tiny brooms sweeping out a little hole in a great
+blue-gray beech tree.
+
+"I came upon Mrs. Tamytam sitting upon the toad stool," said Mrs.
+Teenyweeny, "and as I had just heard of this lovely home for rent, she
+came with me to see it and we decided to take it!"
+
+"And will Tom Tom and Mrs. Teenyweeny live with us, Tum Tum?" Tim Tim
+asked.
+
+"They have the little nook right across the hall!" Mrs. Tamytam replied.
+Upon hearing this Tom Tom and Tim Tim caught hold of hands and danced
+about, kicking up their heels with pleasure.
+
+"Just wait until you see inside, Tom Tom and Tim Tim!" Mrs. Teenyweeny
+and Mrs. Tamytam cried, and then they led the way inside the trunk of
+the great blue-gray beech tree.
+
+And after they had inspected Mrs. Tamytam's home, Mrs. Teenyweeny's Tom
+Tom and Tim Tim were as delighted with the new homes as their tiny wives
+had been, so Tim Tim and Tom Tom ran to their old homes and brought all
+their furniture and placed it about the large living rooms.
+
+When all was finished and the tiny rugs had been placed just right, they
+heard a stamping of tiny feet in the hallway.
+
+And as they ran to the door a merry, laughing crowd of tiny creatures
+like themselves, each carrying an acorn basket, trooped into the living
+room.
+
+"It's a surprise party!" they all shouted and then one, Tee Tee
+Tubbytee, a great speaker, said: "We watched you moving in, and decided
+to have a nice, fine, lovely party for you, so I called all the
+neighbors together and here we are!"
+
+Some of the tiny creatures had brought their tiny violins and some their
+elfin flutes, and as all were in a merry mood they played rollicking
+airs such as "The Wind Tinkles the Fairy Bells" and "Mother Hulda Picks
+Her Geese."
+
+Tim Tim and Tom Tom danced and sang elfin songs. And then the merry tiny
+creatures ate the goodies brought in the acorn baskets.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+After the dinner all the tiny creatures went outside, and upon the soft,
+mossy carpet they held a wood-folk dance while the silvery moon peeped
+down through the leaves of the woodland glade and bathed the scene in
+fairy light.
+
+When the first rooster crowed, far away in a distant farm yard chicken
+coop, the tiny creatures, after planning another surprise party the next
+moonlit night, bade each other good night and went to their tree trunk
+homes.
+
+So upon soft summer evenings, should you pass near the woodland glade,
+you may hear the "Tahoo Tahoo Tahoo-hoo-hoo!" and the answering notes of
+plaintive melody, "Toowoo-toowoo Tooawoooooo!" For the tiny creatures
+have adopted the Tamytam call as the call to the evening parties. And
+you must step quietly and approach softly so as not to disturb the tiny
+creatures, when you wish to see one of their moonlight surprise parties.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+
+A CHANGE OF COATS
+
+
+Two mischievous little gnomes were walking along the beach one day and
+as they came to a pile of rocks they heard voices. One of the little
+gnomes put his finger to his lips for silence and peeped cautiously
+around the largest stone. There he saw a crab and a lobster sitting upon
+a bunch of sea-weed in the sunshine.
+
+The other little gnome tip-toed up and joined his brother and when they
+had listened a while they winked at each other and quietly walked back
+to the beach. After whispering together a moment one of the little
+gnomes ran up the beach and over a sand dune.
+
+The other gnome again crept up behind the large stone and listened to
+the lobster and the crab.
+
+"Yes," said the crab, "I agree with you, Mr. Lobster! While our coats
+are just a plain green they are still quite beautiful!"
+
+"Ah! You speak the truth, Friend Crab," the lobster replied, "Green is a
+lovely color and I am very glad that we are not purple!"
+
+"I am very glad that we are green, too." the crab said, "Just suppose we
+were colored blue! I know I should not be able to stand it! Would you,
+Friend Lobster?'
+
+"No indeed!" the lobster cried, "Nor would I care to change to any other
+color, would you, Friend Crab!" "It is nice to be satisfied! Isn't it,
+Friend Lobster?"
+
+"Yes! Especially when we are as satisfied as we are!" The lobster
+answered.
+
+The little gnome listening behind the large stone winked at himself and
+smiled. He knew the lobster and the crab would give anything if they
+were of a different color, for he could tell by their conversation they
+were dissatisfied with their green coats.
+
+Soon the other little gnome appeared over the sand dunes carrying a
+large kettle, and when he got to a spot on the beach where the crab and
+the lobster could see and hear him he began shouting in a sing-song
+manner: "Old clothes changed to new! Old clothes changed to new! Old
+clothes changed to new!"
+
+"Pooh!" said the lobster. "Who is foolish enough to wish to change their
+natural coats?"
+
+"Hmm!" said the crab as he sidled towards the beach. "Let's go over and
+talk with him, anyway, and ask him if anyone ever changes the color
+of their clothes. Not that I wish to change my lovely green coat, you
+understand, but--"
+
+"It would be interesting to hear about it, anyway!" the lobster replied,
+as he crawled after the crab.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The little gnome with the large kettle sat upon the beach and pretended
+he did not see the crab and lobster, but continued crying: "Old coats
+changed to new! Green ones changed to red! Old coat changed to new! Old
+coats changed to new!"
+
+When the crab and the lobster came up quite near the little gnome pulled
+a number of pieces of colored cloth from his pocket and placed them upon
+the sand.
+
+"How pretty!" said the crab.
+
+"Very lovely!" said the lobster.
+
+"Do you wish your coats changed in color?" asked the little gnome.
+
+"Ah, no, thank you!" the two hypocrites said. "We were just looking
+around a bit!"
+
+"Well, I am glad to have your company," said the little gnome as he took
+a piece of scarlet cloth and laid it over the lobster's back.
+
+"How do you like that?" he asked of the crab.
+
+"It looks fine!" said the crab. "Try it on me!"
+
+The little gnome placed the scarlet piece of cloth over the crab's back.
+
+"How do you like it?" he asked the lobster.
+
+"Did I look that well in that color?" asked the lobster by way of reply.
+
+"I think both of you will look far better if you let me change you
+to scarlet. It's in far better taste, too!" the little gnome added,
+pinching himself to keep from laughing.
+
+"Shall we change?" the crab asked the lobster and the lobster asked the
+crab.
+
+"You will find the color a great deal warmer," said the little gnome.
+"Green is decidedly cold, you know!"
+
+So the little gnome gathered an armful of drift-wood and built a fire.
+Then he dipped the kettle into the sea and placed the crab and the
+lobster in the kettle of water and put the lid on.
+
+"Be sure and make us a brilliant scarlet!" cried the lobster and the
+crab, as the little gnome placed the kettle over the fire. An hour later
+the two little gnomes lay upon their backs upon the sand and yawned
+contentedly, their little round stomachs almost bursting their belts.
+Near them was the upturned kettle, and scattered all about them on the
+sand were lovely pieces of scarlet lobster and crab shells.
+
+"It's funny," one little gnome said drowsily, "how one sometimes will
+become dissatisfied with the way he was made by Mother Nature and try to
+improve upon her work! It usually leads to misfortune."
+
+"Yes, that is true," the other little gnome replied, "We should be
+satisfied and contented just as we are!"
+
+"Well, I for one am satisfied!" the little gnome said, stroking his fat
+stomach.
+
+"So am I!" his brother laughed.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+
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