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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at <a href = "http://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre> +<p>Title: Adventures in Toyland</p> +<p> What the Marionette Told Molly</p> +<p>Author: Edith King Hall</p> +<p>Release Date: November 17, 2007 [eBook #23523]</p> +<p>Language: English</p> +<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p> +<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ADVENTURES IN TOYLAND***</p> +<p> </p> +<h3 class="center">E-text prepared by Roger Frank<br /> + and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team<br /> + (http://www.pgdp.net)</h3> +<p> </p> +<hr class="pg" /> +<p> </p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:401px"> +<a name="illus-000" id="illus-000"></a> +<img src="images/illus-001.jpg" alt="" title="" width="401" /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class="dashed" /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:406px"> +<a name="illus-001" id="illus-001"></a> +<img 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ALTEMUS COMPANY</p> +</td></tr> +</table> + +<p style="font-size:x-small; margin: auto; margin-top:1em; text-align: center;"> +<a href="images/illus-005.jpg">LINK TO TITLE PAGE IMAGE</a> +</p> + +<hr class="dashed" /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:394px"> +<a name="illus-004" id="illus-004"></a> +<img src="images/illus-007a.jpg" alt="" title="" width="394" /><br /> +</div> + +<table border="0" width="500" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents" style="margin: 2em auto 2em auto"> +<col style="width:15%;" /> +<col style="width:5%;" /> +<col style="width:70%;" /> +<col style="width:10%;" /> +<tr><td align="center">Chap.</td><td align="right">I.</td><td align="left">AFTER THE SHUTTERS WERE UP</td><td align="right"><a href="#ch1">13</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">”</td><td align="right">II.</td><td align="left">THE RABBIT AND THE MOUSE</td><td align="right"><a href="#ch2">20</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">”</td><td align="right">III.</td><td align="left">BELINDA</td><td align="right"><a href="#ch3">57</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">”</td><td align="right">IV.</td><td align="left">THE OFFICER AND THE ELEPHANT</td><td align="right"><a href="#ch4">75</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">”</td><td align="right">V.</td><td align="left">THE LITTLE DANCER</td><td align="right"><a href="#ch5">93</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">”</td><td align="right">VI.</td><td align="left">THE HANSOM-DRIVER</td><td align="right"><a href="#ch6">107</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">”</td><td align="right">VII.</td><td align="left">PROUD CLARIBELLE</td><td align="right"><a href="#ch7">121</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">”</td><td align="right">VIII.</td><td align="left">THE GROCER AND THE FARTHING DOLL</td><td align="right"><a href="#ch8">139</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">”</td><td align="right">IX.</td><td align="left">THE LAST PERFORMANCE</td><td align="right"><a href="#ch9">156</a></td></tr> +</table> + +<div 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the Adventures</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-000">v</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">Three Friends in Fairyland</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-001">vi</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">The Farthing Doll gets a Surprise</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-004">vii</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">From Noah’s Ark</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-006">vii</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">Four Merry Ducklings</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-007">ix</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">Birds of a Feather</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-008">xii</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">A Procession from the Ark</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-009">13</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“Molly’s astonishment was great”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-010">15</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">The two Dancers</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-011">19</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">The Marionette is waiting</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-012">20</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">The Rabbit plays and the Mouse dances</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-013">21</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">The Mouse collects the Money</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-014">24</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">A Pair of Conspirators</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-015">26</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“The Sentry is both brave and wicked”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-016">29</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">The Mouse discloses its Plan</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-017">31</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">The Owl listens behind the Sentry-box</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-018">35</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">The Owl takes charge of the Drum</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-019">37</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">On their way to the Sentry-box</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-020">39</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">The Rabbit bids the Sentry Good-day</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-021">41</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">The Rabbit spreads the Gum over the Floor</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-022">44</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">The Mouse tries to look pious</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-023">49</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">The Rabbit takes Vengeance</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-024">52</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">Two little Tell-tales</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-025">56</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">Here the Marionette paused</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-026">57</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">Belinda shuts her Eyes</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-027">59</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“Simplicity and Self”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-028">61</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">The Sailor-lad tries to startle Belinda</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-029">65</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“Oh, Belinda, how I love you!”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-030">69</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">Bedtime in the Ark</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-031">74</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">The Marionette in a hurry</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-032">75</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">The Two Enemies</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-033">76</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“The Lady Dolls shrieked”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-034">79</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">The Officer threatens the Elephant</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-035">81</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“He fell under the animal’s trunk”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-036">87</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“He grunted and walked slowly away”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-037">92</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">Molly sits beside her Friend</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-038">93</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“One day she saw the Bicycle-man”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-039">96</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“A very handsome fellow”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-040">97</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“Something within her went—<i>Snap!</i>”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-041">103</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“Alas! alack-a-day!”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-042">106</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“Come, this won’t do!”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-043">107</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“The Hansom-driver was very plain”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-044">109</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“The Butcher, the Baker, and the Clown”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-045">111</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“My face is my fortune”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-046">113</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“Every time he looked in the Glass”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-047">115</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“Drove off as fast as he could”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-048">120</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“I should like to hear about her”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-049">121</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“Claribelle was a haughty doll”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-050">123</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“The Rag Doll was a pushing person”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-051">125</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">The Driver begins to sing</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-052">127</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“Then she swept away”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-053">131</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“The Driver got up with dignity”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-054">133</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“He loved but drove away”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-055">135</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">Proud Claribelle is penitent</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-056">138</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“The two met as usual”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-057">139</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">The Grocer meets the Farthing Doll</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-058">140</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“They walked away hand in hand”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-059">143</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“She handed him a joint of beef”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-060">147</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“Supposing I said ‘Yes’ and you said ‘No’”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-061">149</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“They were happy ever after”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-062">152</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“Molly ran away content”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-063">155</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“The little Marionette lay on the ground”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-064">156</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“They had just finished their dance”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-065">160</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“I begin to understand—nerves”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-066">165</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">The General rides off to the nearest chemist</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-067">167</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">The Clown dances a double-shuffle</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-068">169</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“You are not crying, dear, are you?”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-069">171</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">“She rocked to and fro silently”</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-070">175</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdleft">The Marionette fell asleep quite happily</td><td class="tdright"><a href="#illus-071">177</a></td></tr> +</table> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:383px"> +<a name="illus-008" id="illus-008"></a> +<img src="images/illus-012.jpg" alt="" title="" width="383" /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class="dashed" /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:405px"> +<a name="ch1" id="ch1"></a> +<a name="illus-009" id="illus-009"></a> +<img src="images/illus-013.jpg" alt="" title="" width="405" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>All sorts of toys were to be found in that toy-shop. It was truly a place +to please any child! A little girl, who had come to stay there with her +aunt—the owner of the shop—and her little cousin, was always to be +found amongst the toys; she was forever picking up and admiring this +one, stroking that one, nursing another. All her spare moments were +spent in the shop.</p> + +<p>It so happened one evening that she wandered in after the shutters were +put up, and the place was deserted. She paused before the<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_14" id="pg_14">14</a></span> spot where +she was accustomed to find her favorite doll, a little lady Marionette, +who, when wound up, danced gayly in company with her partner, a very +fine gentleman.</p> + +<p>They were both very prettily dressed. The little lady Marionette wore a +beautiful white silk dress brocaded with pink roses, whilst her partner +had on a blue velvet coat, knee breeches, white silk stockings, and +diamond shoe buckles. Their clothes were really very grand!</p> + +<p>And they danced so gayly, too.</p> + +<p>“Just as if they like dancing with each other!” the little girl once +said to her aunt.</p> + +<p>“You are a fanciful child, Molly,” answered the woman, laughing.</p> + +<p>“All the same, I believe I am right,” replied the little girl.</p> + +<p>This evening, however, they were not to be found in their accustomed +place. The little platform on which they danced was there, but the dolls +themselves were gone!<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_15" id="pg_15">15</a></span></p> + +<p> +<a name="illus-010" id="illus-010"></a> +<img src="images/illus-015a.jpg" class="curveleft" alt="" /> +<img src="images/illus-015b.jpg" class="curveleft" alt="" /> +The little girl looked round the shop much bewildered.</p> + +<p>“Where <i>can</i> they be?” she said.</p> + +<p>At last she saw the little lady Marionette sitting on the right hand +counter, with her back against the Noah’s Ark.</p> + +<p>“Well, how funny!” exclaimed the little girl aloud. “How have <i>you</i> got +there?”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_16" id="pg_16">16</a></span></p> + +<p>“Walked, of course,” answered the little Marionette in a sweet little +voice.</p> + +<p>The little girl’s astonishment at this reply was very great. So great +that it kept her silent.</p> + +<p>“You seem rather surprised,” said the little Marionette. “Why?”</p> + +<p>“Why, I never knew you could talk!” she exclaimed, recovering a little +from her surprise. “Or any other toy, either,” she added.</p> + +<p>“Life is full of surprises,” remarked the little Marionette; “especially +in the toy-shop.”</p> + +<p>“I wish you would tell me all about it,” said the little girl, becoming +bolder. “If toys can walk and talk, why don’t children know it?”</p> + +<p>“Because, although they have known many toys, yet they are very ignorant +regarding their habits,” she answered. “<i>That</i> is the reason.</p> + +<p>“At the same time,” she continued, “as it is, generally speaking, only +when mortals are not present that we <i>can</i> move and speak freely, this +ignorance is, perhaps, partly excusable.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_17" id="pg_17">17</a></span></p> + +<p>“But how long will you be able to go on talking to me?”</p> + +<p>“That I can’t tell you. I can only say that our power of talking to a +Mortal—a power which comes but once in the lifetime of every +toy—generally lasts from a fortnight to three weeks.”</p> + +<p>The little girl clapped her hands.</p> + +<p>“You will be able to talk to me, then, every day that I am here!” she +exclaimed with pleasure. “I am only going to stay with my aunt and my +cousin for twelve days longer.”</p> + +<p>She paused a moment, then added:</p> + +<p>“How I should like you to tell me some stories of toys—a new story +every day, you know. Couldn’t you do that?”</p> + +<p>The little Marionette looked doubtful.</p> + +<p>“Before I attempt anything of the sort, I shall have to consult Father +Christmas—the well-known and much-esteemed patriarch. As he is the Head +of our Society, I should like to do nothing without his advice and +sanction.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_18" id="pg_18">18</a></span></p> + +<p>The little girl sighed anxiously.</p> + +<p>“I <i>do</i> hope he’ll say ‘yes’,” she said. “I want so much to hear stories +of toys told by a toy.”</p> + +<p>“I’ll do my best to please you,” said the little Marionette. “Come here +at the same time to-morrow,—by yourself, for I can only speak before +one Mortal at a time,—and I will see what I can do.”</p> + +<p>“Thank you,” she said gratefully. “Please give my best love to Father +Christmas; and tell him if he says ‘yes’ I will see that Auntie puts him +at the very top of the Christmas tree.”</p> + +<p>She turned to go, then paused and came back.</p> + +<p>“I should just like to ask you one thing before I go,” she said. “Don’t +you and your partner enjoy dancing together?”</p> + +<p>The pink cheeks of the little lady seemed to grow a little pinker.</p> + +<p>“Perhaps we do,” she replied.</p> + +<p>“I thought so,” remarked her new friend<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_19" id="pg_19">19</a></span> with some satisfaction. “Good +evening! I shall come again to-morrow at this same time.”</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:402px"> +<a name="illus-011" id="illus-011"></a> +<img src="images/illus-019.jpg" alt="" title="" width="402" /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class="dashed" /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:406px"> +<a name="ch2" id="ch2"></a> +<a name="illus-012" id="illus-012"></a> +<img src="images/illus-020.jpg" alt="" title="" width="406" /><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_20" id="pg_20">20</a></span> +</div> + +<p>The next evening the little girl returned to the Noah’s Ark, where she +found the little Marionette in the same position.</p> + +<p>“Well!” she said eagerly.</p> + +<p>“I have consulted Father Christmas,” answered the little Marionette. “He +is of the opinion that I may, without harm, tell you tales of <i>some</i> of +the toys. You shall therefore hear the most interesting stories I can +remember.”</p> + +<p>“That will be very nice,” said the little girl. “Will you begin at +once?”</p> + +<p>“At once,” she agreed, and began the story of</p> + +<p class="center">“<span class="smcap">The Rabbit and the Mouse</span>”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_21" id="pg_21">21</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:436px"> +<a name="illus-013" id="illus-013"></a> +<img src="images/illus-021.jpg" alt="" title="" width="436" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>The white Rabbit and the brown Mouse were both talented, though in +different ways. The Rabbit’s talent showed itself in the precision and +vigor with which he could beat a drum as he sat on his hind-legs; the +Mouse in the swiftness and grace with which he could speed to and fro +upon the counter.</p> + +<p>Talking over the matter, they arrived at the conclusion that if they +went up and down the counter together as a traveling-show they might<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_22" id="pg_22">22</a></span> +turn a very pretty penny. The Rabbit was to display his musical talent, +whilst the Mouse was to exhibit his powers of graceful movement.</p> + +<p>The profits were to be equally divided. Such, at least, was the +arrangement as <i>understood</i>; but it was not a <i>written</i> agreement, which +was a great mistake.</p> + +<p>The reason, however, that the two partners omitted to be more +business-like was this: the Rabbit trusted the Mouse, and the Mouse +hoped to cheat the Rabbit. Not that anything of the sort was openly +expressed, but each was quite well aware of his own view of the matter.</p> + +<p>The two started off upon the most amiable terms, stopping at such places +as they thought most likely to prove profitable: in front of the dolls’ +houses; before the race-courses; by the shops. Then the Rabbit would +announce loudly:</p> + +<p>“<i>I am a rare-bit from Wales, and the<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_23" id="pg_23">23</a></span> Mouse is a tit-bit from Ireland. +We charge no fees for performing, but trust to your kind generosity.</i>”</p> + +<p>After this the Rabbit played the drum with great energy, whilst the +Mouse ran up and down in the most nimble manner.</p> + +<p>It was probably owing to a report which got abroad, to the effect that +the performers were noble strangers, working in the cause of charity, +that the success of the pair was so great. It was, indeed, wonderful, +and in a short time the two had gained quite a little fortune.</p> + +<p>It was the Mouse who collected the money. For purposes of his own, he +persuaded the Rabbit to let him always take upon himself this duty. And +his companion, who was rather stiff in the joints after sitting +perfectly still upon his hind-legs for the length of time he was obliged +to, was quite willing to let the Mouse do as he wished.</p> + +<p>Not that he would have been willing to had<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_24" id="pg_24">24</a></span> he known the real facts of +the case. For as you will understand by what I have said, the Mouse was +acting towards him in the most dishonest fashion, in spite of his many +fair words and speeches.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:448px"> +<a name="illus-014" id="illus-014"></a> +<img src="images/illus-024.jpg" alt="" title="" width="448" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>It was in this way that he plotted against his friend: As soon as a +certain sum of money had been collected, the Mouse always suggested that +he should go and invest it. To this the Rabbit never made any objection, +having great<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_25" id="pg_25">25</a></span> faith in the Mouse as an animal with a good business head.</p> + +<p>When the little rascal returned after a long absence, he had always a +fine story to tell of the cleverness with which he had laid out the +money, and of the fortune which would shortly be coming in. This was +perfectly untrue. The Mouse was not investing a penny. On the contrary, +he was hoarding it all up, and for his own benefit.</p> + +<p>There was a certain Horse who lived some little way off in a luxurious +stable. Here the Mouse was minded to pass his last years, so soon as he +had made a sufficiently large fortune, or unless chance removed him from +the toy-shop. But in order to carry out his plan, he would have to pay +the Horse a large sum for the right of sharehold—since it was his stall +he wished to share,—and also to get the warm, cosy corner he especially +desired.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:429px"> +<a name="illus-015" id="illus-015"></a> +<img src="images/illus-026.jpg" alt="" title="" width="429" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>The Horse himself was not the noble creature nature had intended him to +be. He was<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_26" id="pg_26">26</a></span> to the full as greedy as the Mouse, and was indeed his +helper in the plot. It was to the Horse the little swindler always ran +when he pretended that he was going to invest the money, and it was in +his stall that it was hidden. By the end of the half-year the Horse and +the Mouse calculated that they would have<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_27" id="pg_27">27</a></span> sufficient money to carry out +their design; when they intended to add further to their wickedness by +causing the Rabbit to be killed, in order to prevent his asking any +tiresome questions.</p> + +<p>Now, as the time drew near when the money, had it been invested, should +have brought in some returns, the Rabbit began to talk of what he +intended doing with <i>his</i> share.</p> + +<p>“I think,” said he, “after I have supplied my own wants, I shall found a +drum-scholarship for Musical Rabbits;” for he was a creature of a kind +and generous nature, and truly devoted to the cause of art.</p> + +<p>“A most excellent notion,” said the Mouse. “I shall follow your good +example, and found a scholarship for the encouragement of harmonious +squeaking amongst Mice. One cannot do too much to encourage the love of +music amongst all classes.”</p> + +<p>“When will our first dividends be paid?” asked the Rabbit.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_28" id="pg_28">28</a></span></p> + +<p>“The money ought to have been paid already,” answered the little scamp, +“but business is very bad just at present. I would explain the matter to +you, but I doubt you would not understand all the details.”</p> + +<p>“Very good; I will not trouble you,” answered his companion easily. “I +have perfect faith in your judgment, and will leave all to you.”</p> + +<p>Yet from time to time, as was natural, he still made inquiries, which +the Mouse began to find troublesome. He therefore consulted with his +wicked friend the Horse, and they resolved that, as the half-year was +approaching, and they had got sufficient money for what they wanted, it +was better to delay the carrying out of their plot no longer, but to +kill the Rabbit as soon as it could be managed—indeed that very day.</p> + +<p>“To whom shall we intrust the deed?” asked the Horse. “There would be +too great a risk for either of us to undertake it, I fear. If we were +discovered there would at once be an<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_29" id="pg_29">29</a></span> end of all our plans. Our money +would be taken, and possibly our lives also.”</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width:218px"> +<img src="images/illus-029.jpg" alt="" title="" width="218" /> +</div> + +<p><a name="illus-016" id="illus-016"></a>The Mouse considered for a moment, then he said:</p> + +<p>“I think I know the very fellow for the job. There is the Sentry who +always stands in his wooden box. He is a chap who will do anything to +vary the dulness of his life and earn a little money. He told me so the +other day. He is both brave and wicked. Let <i>him</i> him do the deed.”</p> + +<p>“Very well,” replied the Horse; “I<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_30" id="pg_30">30</a></span> think your idea is good. Will you +arrange the matter so that it be carried out without any mistake?”</p> + +<p>“Leave it to me,” replied the other. “You need not disturb yourself. The +days of the Rabbit are numbered.”</p> + +<p>“Good!” neighed the Horse; “and the quantity of my corn, oats,—besides +carrots, apples, and other luxuries,—will be <i>beyond</i> number. We’ll at +once open an account with the fruiterer and corn-dealer.”</p> + +<p>“Also the cheese-monger,” said the Mouse. “Well, I must go; there is not +a moment to be lost if we wish to carry out our plan.” Then he hurried +off to the Sentry.</p> + +<p>“Sentry,” said he, “are you prepared to run some risk for the sake of +money?”</p> + +<p>“For the sake of money I’m prepared to do anything,” said the wicked +fellow.</p> + +<p>“Then listen,” said the Mouse. “There is a sum of money that, strictly +speaking, ought to be divided between the Rabbit<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_31" id="pg_31">31</a></span> and myself. But the +best way appears to be that I should have it all. But that is a little +difficult so long as he is alive. So I come to you to ask you if you +will kill him, provided I fill your knapsack with gold.”</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width:289px"> +<img src="images/illus-031.jpg" alt="" title="" width="289" /><br /> +</div> + +<p><a name="illus-017" id="illus-017"></a>“Upon that condition, yes,” said the ruffian. “But don’t attempt to +break it, or I shall put an end to you as well as your friend.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_32" id="pg_32">32</a></span></p> + +<p>“Never fear. Rest assured you shall have it,” said the Mouse.</p> + +<p>“Now for the details of the plot,” he continued. “I am going to propose +to the Rabbit a private performance in front of your sentry-box. I shall +say I have suggested it in order to vary the terrible dulness of your +existence. Having finished our performance I shall lead the way straight +forward, <i>with our backs towards you</i>. When we have gone a few steps I +shall remark loudly, ‘<i>That Sentry friend of ours is a smart chap;</i> he +<i>knows how to handle the bayonet</i>’. This is to be the signal for you to +step quietly out of your box, and, pretending to stumble, stab the +Rabbit in the back with your bayonet. This should be quite easy, for he +is sure to be walking away on his hind-legs. He has fallen into that +habit since he has taken to playing the drum. You and I will, of course, +exhibit much grief, and declare that his death was an unfortunate +accident. You see the plan offers no difficulty.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_33" id="pg_33">33</a></span></p> + +<p>“Then if the <i>plan</i> offers no difficulty, <i>I</i> won’t,” said the Sentry, +with a cold-blooded laugh. “When is it to be carried out?”</p> + +<p>“This very day, in about two hours’ time,” replied the Mouse. “Well, +good-bye for the present, I think it is all very nicely arranged;” and +he nimbly scurried back to tell the Horse that the Rabbit was to be +killed by the Sentry; which he did with the utmost glee.</p> + +<p>Perhaps, however, his glee would not have been so great had he known +that whilst he was giving his account of what had occurred to the Horse, +<i>his wicked plan was at the same time being told to the intended +victim</i>!</p> + +<p>This is how such a strange thing happened.</p> + +<p>Whilst the Mouse and the Sentry were talking, they had forgotten that +the Owl’s usual position was just behind the sentry-box. Or, if they +thought of it at all, they gave no heed to the fact, being aware that +the Owl was accustomed to sleep during the whole of the day.</p> + +<p>It so happened, however, that at the very<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_34" id="pg_34">34</a></span> moment the Mouse began his +conversation with the Sentry, the Owl awakened with a start from a bad +daymare, and all but hooted with fright. Growing calm as he became wider +awake, he was going off to sleep again,—when the name of the Rabbit +caught his ear. Being well acquainted with both him and the Mouse, whose +squeaking voice he recognized, the Owl listened to what was being said, +at first with drowsy then with startled attention.</p> + +<p>He only waited until he had learned all the details of the vile plot, +and then, overcoming, in the cause of friendship, every desire to close +his heavy eyes, he stole away, and imparted his startling news to the +astonished Rabbit.</p> + +<p>“<i>Impossible!</i>” exclaimed his hearer, letting his drum-stick fall with a +crash upon the instrument he had been industriously practising. “I would +as soon doubt my own honor as that of the little Mouse—my friend and +companion through weal and woe. <i>Impossible!</i> You must have dreamt it, +or invented it.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_35" id="pg_35">35</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:390px"> +<a name="illus-018" id="illus-018"></a> +<img src="images/illus-035.jpg" alt="" title="" width="390" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>“Don’t be so hasty in your judgment,” remarked the Owl. “I have neither +dreamt nor<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_36" id="pg_36">36</a></span> invented it. If you doubt me go without delay to the brown +Horse’s stable, where you will find the Mouse at this present moment +talking with his wicked companion. I will wait here until you return, in +case I may be needed to help you in your difficulty.”</p> + +<p>“Many thanks,” said the Rabbit, and leaving his drum in charge of the +Owl he hurried away.</p> + +<p>But a short time passed, and then he returned with a look of horror and +dismay.</p> + +<p>“All you have told me is but too true,” he exclaimed. “Let me tender you +my most sincere apologies for having doubted your word. Unseen by my +faithless friend, I listened to his conversation with the Horse, and +overheard more than enough to convince me of the truth of your story.</p> + +<p>“Yet who,” he continued sorrowfully, “who could have believed it of that +little Mouse? Who would have imagined so great an amount of deceit dwelt +in so small a body?”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_37" id="pg_37">37</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:383px"> +<a name="illus-019" id="illus-019"></a> +<img src="images/illus-037.jpg" alt="" title="" width="383" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>Then he recovered his spirit. “I will baulk him yet!” he exclaimed, his +pink eyes flashing, and his white fur bristling with excitement.</p> + +<p>“How can I help you?” asked the Owl. “I will endeavor to keep awake as +long as I am wanted.”</p> + +<p>“Wait a moment,” answered the Rabbit,<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_38" id="pg_38">38</a></span> and then he beat a tattoo +thoughtfully on his drum. “I think I have arrived at a conclusion,” he +said presently. “I will meet their dastardly plot by a counter-plot. I +do not expect the Mouse back for another half-hour; he told me he should +be busy till half-past twelve putting away our recent earnings. This +will just give us time to do what I wish.</p> + +<p>“Here is <i>my</i> plot,” he continued. “Having procured a bottle of gum we +will go to the sentry-box, at the back of which you will take up your +position. I will tell the Sentry you have been telling me a most comical +little dream you have had—the one, indeed, you told me of late. He is a +great fellow for good stories, and will certainly hurry off to hear it.</p> + +<p>“Whilst he is away I will spread the bottom of the sentry-box with gum. +When, on his return, he steps into the box, I shall keep him still, and +give the gum time to take effect, by offering him a bet of a gold piece +that he will not stand perfectly motionless whilst I go home<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_39" id="pg_39">39</a></span> and back. +He is very fond of a bet, and is sure to accept it. Leaving you to see +that he acts fairly, I shall go and meet the Mouse, returning here for +the performance which is to be suggested.</p> + +<p> +<a name="illus-020" id="illus-020"></a> +<img src="images/illus-039a.jpg" class="curveright" alt="" /> +<img src="images/illus-039b.jpg" class="curveright" alt="" /> +<img src="images/illus-039c.jpg" class="curveright" alt="" /> +“That, however, I shall cut short, having no desire to waste my talent +on a villain like the Sentry. I shall turn away with the Mouse, who, on +giving the signal agreed upon, will, to his amazement, find that it is +followed by no result. For by that time the Sentry will be gummed so<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_40" id="pg_40">40</a></span> +tightly to the floor of his sentry-box that he will not be able to move +an inch.</p> + +<p>“Having enjoyed the sight of their confusion I shall punish them, biting +off the head of the Mouse—for whose deceit no punishment can be too +severe,—and beating the Sentry about the head until he can’t see out of +his eyes. Nor shall the Horse escape my vengeance. I shall creep into +his stall, and suddenly, and with a precise aim, throw a piece of gold +at the pupils of his wicked eyes. Thus he will be totally blinded by the +gold he has wrongfully helped to keep. A most fit and proper +punishment.”</p> + +<p>“Your plans are well and thoughtfully worked out,” said the Owl, +blinking his eyes.</p> + +<p>“To business, then,” remarked the Rabbit; and the two having first +procured the gum took their way to the sentry-box; the Rabbit strolling +thither on his hind-legs to avoid any appearance of alarm or haste, the +Owl hopping by his side with a certain grave and sleepy dignity.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_41" id="pg_41">41</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:395px"> +<a name="illus-021" id="illus-021"></a> +<img src="images/illus-041.jpg" alt="" title="" width="395" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>Arrived at the sentry-box, the Owl placed himself behind it, whilst the +Rabbit, concealing the bottle of gum under his drum, went to the front +and bid the Sentry “good-day.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_42" id="pg_42">42</a></span></p> + +<p>“Good-day,” said the Sentry. “What are you grinning at?” For the Rabbit +was smiling from ear to ear.</p> + +<p>“Nothing of much consequence,” he replied. “Merely a most comical little +dream that the Owl—who happens for a wonder to be awake—has been +telling me. It made me die of laughter.”</p> + +<p>“Pass it on,” said the Sentry.</p> + +<p>“I shouldn’t think of doing that,” replied the Rabbit. “I don’t approve +of telling people’s own particular little stories; they prefer the fun +of relating them themselves. Look here, you go round for a moment or two +and get him to let you hear it before he drops asleep again. It is an +occasion to seize, for he is hardly ever awake when other people are, +and he tells a story better than anyone else I know.”</p> + +<p>“Well, I rather think I will,” answered the Sentry. “I’m very fond of a +good story. You take my place whilst I’m away, there’s a<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_43" id="pg_43">43</a></span> good fellow. +Here, put down your drum and take my bayonet.”</p> + +<p>“Very good,” answered the Rabbit, and the Sentry hurried off.</p> + +<p>The moment he had turned the corner the Rabbit set to work and spread +gum all over the floor of the sentry-box. Then, standing outside, he +took up the bayonet and mounted guard, first carefully hiding the +tell-tale bottle behind a box of bricks. By and by the Sentry returned.</p> + +<p>“Well, it was not a very good story after all,” he said rudely. “Thank +you for nothing. Why aren’t you in the sentry-box? I am inclined to +bayonet you for breaking your word.”</p> + +<p>“I should not have been able to move about sufficiently,” the Rabbit +answered. “I should have suffered from cramp.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_44" id="pg_44">44</a></span>“Stuff and nonsense!” the Sentry replied. “I stand in it for hours at a +time.”</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:400px"> +<a name="illus-022" id="illus-022"></a> +<img src="images/illus-044.jpg" alt="" title="" width="400" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>“But not without moving?” asked the Rabbit, with an air of disbelief. +“Without stirring an eighth of an inch,” the Sentry said.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_45" id="pg_45">45</a></span></p> + +<p>“I don’t believe it,” replied the Rabbit. “I challenge you to keep +perfectly still for any length of time. I bet you a gold piece you won’t +stand motionless whilst I run home and back again.”</p> + +<p>“Done!” said the Sentry, and straightway stepped into his box.</p> + +<p>“This sentry-box gets slimy and dirty,” he said, without the least idea +of what the Rabbit had done. “It is quite sticky with dirt. It wouldn’t +be a bad thing if you were to clean it out for me some day.”</p> + +<p>“I’ll see,” answered the other carelessly, fearing to be either too +polite or too rude lest he should arouse any suspicions in the Sentry’s +mind. “I don’t generally care to do other people’s dirty work, but I may +do that some day when I am not busy. You serve your country, so you +deserve a little help.”</p> + +<p>“If you don’t do it willingly, you shall do it unwillingly,” he +blustered. “If <i>I</i> serve my country, <i>you</i> must serve me.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_46" id="pg_46">46</a></span></p> + +<p>“There’s plenty of time to think it over,” answered the Rabbit. “In the +meanwhile, you can’t stir even to have it cleaned or you lose your bet. +I’m off. But wait, I must call the Owl to be a witness that you keep +strictly to the terms we have agreed upon.”</p> + +<p>Then, having called the Owl and stated the terms of the bet, the Rabbit +went home.</p> + +<p>Here he awaited the arrival of the Mouse, who presently returned, full +of pretended sympathy for the dulness of the Sentry’s life.</p> + +<p>“He told me to-day,” said the little rascal, “that the dulness of his +life was killing him. It struck me that it would be really an act of +charity on our part to give him a little performance, and let him fully +understand we expect no money for it. I hinted at something of the sort +to him, and the poor fellow’s face lighted up in a way that was quite +touching. Suppose we go his way now as we have a little spare time.”</p> + +<p>“I’m quite willing to,” replied the Rabbit.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_47" id="pg_47">47</a></span> “But I’ve just come from +him, and he never complained of dulness to me. In fact, he was in quite +good enough spirits to have a bet with me on the subject of his being +able to stand motionless for a certain time.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, he did that to try and kill care, no doubt,” answered the Mouse. “I +know him well, though he is a reserved chap and opens out his heart to +few. Come on.”</p> + +<p>Now by the time the Rabbit and the Mouse returned to the sentry-box, the +gum had had time to get well dried, so that the Sentry was firmly fixed +in his box. Nevertheless, there was still the danger that he might +attempt to move, and so find out too soon the trick that had been played +upon him. To avert this, directly the Rabbit came back again he lost no +time in remarking to the Sentry:</p> + +<p>“Yes, I acknowledge you have won the bet. But you have only just managed +to do so; you are looking quite tired out. Another five minutes or less, +and you would have<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_48" id="pg_48">48</a></span> been unable to stand still a moment longer.”</p> + +<p>“Double or quits!” cried the Sentry. “For another gold piece, I’ll +engage to keep still for the time you mention. If I fail to do so, of +course you don’t pay me anything.”</p> + +<p>“Agreed,” said the Rabbit.</p> + +<p>“Oh, friends,” exclaimed the Mouse, shaking his head, “do not give way +to this habit! It is, indeed, a sad, bad one.”</p> + +<p>This he merely said to impress the Owl (on whom he had not counted as a +spectator) with a sense of his moral worth. He hoped by this means to +counteract any after suspicions that might arise in the good bird’s +mind.</p> + +<p>“As to that,” said the Sentry, who was generally rude whether he was +addressing friend or foe, “it is my own concern whether I bet or not. +You had better not trouble yourself with my affairs, but if you really +mean to give me one of your performances you would do well to begin.”</p> + +<p>“Just as you will,” the Mouse said. “But<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_49" id="pg_49">49</a></span> I can’t help taking an +interest in the welfare of those with whom I have to do.” Then +addressing the Rabbit: “Dear friend,” he said smoothly, “will you open +with your famous <i>rêverie</i>, ‘Dreamings of a Drum,’ whilst I perform my +<i>pas de quatre</i>, ‘Twirlings of the Toes?’”</p> + +<p> +<a name="illus-023" id="illus-023"></a> +<img src="images/illus-049a.jpg" class="curveleft" alt="" /> +<img src="images/illus-049b.jpg" class="curveleft" alt="" /> +“Very good,” agreed the Rabbit.</p> + +<p>And the two performers began. But in a few moments the Rabbit stopped.</p> + +<p>“I cannot continue,” he said. “I am<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_50" id="pg_50">50</a></span> suffering from cramp in the muscles +of my drum-legs.”</p> + +<p>“Dear! What a pity!” exclaimed the Mouse. “Come for a walk and brace +yourself up.”</p> + +<p>“All right!” answered the Rabbit. “We’ll go and fetch the gold pieces +which I must give this fellow.”</p> + +<p>“Can’t you give me something at once?” asked the Sentry, who did not, in +his greed of gold, wish to lose the chance of getting all he could.</p> + +<p>“I’ve nothing with me,” replied the Rabbit. And so saying he followed +the Mouse, who with his back towards the Sentry had already moved away.</p> + +<p>They had hardly gone more than half a dozen steps when the Mouse said +suddenly and loudly: “<i>That Sentry friend of ours is a smart chap</i>; he +<i>knows how to handle the bayonet.</i>”</p> + +<p>“You are right,” answered the Rabbit, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_51" id="pg_51">51</a></span> walked on, the Mouse doing +the same, though with lagging steps.</p> + +<p>Presently a look of anger and wonder crept into his eyes, remarking +which the Rabbit laughed.</p> + +<p>“What are you laughing at?” asked the Mouse uneasily.</p> + +<p>“At nothing particular,” answered his companion. “Cheerfulness, you +know, is a habit of the mind.”</p> + +<p>At this moment a loud groan burst from the Sentry, who during this time +had been struggling to get free, and in a last frantic effort, had just +succeeded in giving a most painful rick to his back.</p> + +<p>“Our Sentry friend does not look happy,” said the Rabbit grimly.</p> + +<p>“He is not well, I suppose,” answered the Mouse nervously. “What has +happened, I wonder?”</p> + +<p>“<span class="smcap">All is discovered!</span>” exclaimed the Rabbit loudly.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_52" id="pg_52">52</a></span></p> + +<p>Then as the Mouse made a desperate effort to run away, the Rabbit dealt +him a blow on the back which injured the clockwork within his body and +quite put a stop to his flight.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:453px"> +<a name="illus-024" id="illus-024"></a> +<img src="images/illus-052.jpg" alt="" title="" width="453" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>“I know all!” the Rabbit said sternly. “You are a little villain! What +defence can you offer for so grossly deceiving me?”</p> + +<p>But the Mouse made no reply. In a fury of disappointment and fear he was +biting the<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_53" id="pg_53">53</a></span> Rabbit’s legs, hoping thus to disable him and prevent his +punishing the treachery that had been brought to light.</p> + +<p>“Desist!” cried the Rabbit, “or I shall end your life without delay. I +repeat, what excuse can you offer for having so wickedly broken the +terms of our agreement? You have tried to rob me of my life and my +money. Make your defence.”</p> + +<p>“There was no written agreement,” answered the Mouse shamelessly. “Each +was at liberty to understand it in his own way.”</p> + +<p>“Most wicked of animals, you are not fit to live,” cried the Rabbit with +disgust. “Your moments are numbered.”</p> + +<p>Then before the Mouse could offer any protest, the Rabbit bit his head +right off and swallowed it.</p> + +<p>“You will observe,” said the Rabbit to the Owl with dignity, “that I +still maintain my proper position in the eyes of the world as a Welsh +rare-bit, but the Mouse, owing to his<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_54" id="pg_54">54</a></span> misdeeds, is now in the +contemptible state of the biter bit. Such is the end of the wicked.</p> + +<p>“As for you,” he continued to the Sentry, who, with his boastful spirit +crushed, stood trembling in the Sentry-box; “as for you, you have seen +too much of the world and its ways. It would be better for you to see a +little less of it for a time.”</p> + +<p>Then, according to his intention, the Rabbit beat the Sentry about the +head until he could not see out of his eyes.</p> + +<p>“It now only remains to deal with the Horse. I go to give him the due +reward of his deeds,” the Rabbit remarked, taking up his drum and +preparing to leave. But pausing a moment he added to the Owl: “With +regard to you, my good friend, if ever an opportunity arises by which I +can show you my gratitude for your kind services, rest assured that I +shall eagerly avail myself of it.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_55" id="pg_55">55</a></span></p> + +<p>Now, the next morning the woman who keeps this shop spoke severely to +her own little girl.</p> + +<p>“You have been touching the toys and damaging them,” she said with +anger. “See what mischief you have done! You have knocked off the head +of this mouse—and, what is more, I can’t find it anywhere,—you have +rubbed all the paint off this sentry’s face, and you have broken the +glass eyes of this brown horse. You shall be punished.”</p> + +<p>The little girl began to whimper.</p> + +<p>“I have not hurt the toys,” she said. “I have never touched them since +you put me to bed for breaking the baby doll.”</p> + +<p>The woman looked puzzled: “If you say you haven’t, you haven’t, I +suppose,” she said, “for I know you are a truthful child. Then how has +it happened? I shouldn’t think any customer would do it without my +noticing. I can’t understand it.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_56" id="pg_56">56</a></span></p> + +<p>Nor can she to this day. But we can: you, the Rabbit, the Owl, the +Sentry, the Horse, and myself. But not the Mouse, for he has lost his +head.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:419px"> +<a name="illus-025" id="illus-025"></a> +<img src="images/illus-056.jpg" alt="" title="" width="419" /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class="dashed" /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:403px"> +<a name="ch3" id="ch3"></a><a name="illus-026" id="illus-026"></a> +<img src="images/illus-057.jpg" alt="" title="" width="403" /><br /> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_57" id="pg_57">57</a></span>Here the little Marionette paused.</p> + +<p>“That is all,” she said.</p> + +<p>“What a good thing that the Mouse had his head bitten off,” said the +little girl thoughtfully.</p> + +<p>“It was just as well,” the Marionette answered, “since he could use it +to no better purpose.”</p> + +<p>“Some of the toys were very wicked in that story, I think; dreadfully +wicked.”</p> + +<p>“I think the same. They were bad, wicked toys, with bad, wicked ways.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_58" id="pg_58">58</a></span></p> + +<p>“Are many of the toys you know as wicked as that?” asked Molly.</p> + +<p>“Oh, dear no!” said the little Marionette, quite shocked. “Most of my +friends and acquaintances are really wonderfully well-behaved.”</p> + +<p>“Do you know, I should like you next time to tell me about one of them.”</p> + +<p>“About some one simple, perhaps?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, I think so.”</p> + +<p>The little Marionette thought a moment.</p> + +<p>Then she said: “I know of no one more simple than Belinda.”</p> + +<p>“Tell me about her, if you please.”</p> + +<p>“Very good. You shall hear of Belinda and her simplicity.”</p> + +<p>So the next day she told her friend the story of</p> + +<p class="center">“<span class="smcap">Belinda.</span>”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_59" id="pg_59">59</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:410px"> +<a name="illus-027" id="illus-027"></a> +<img src="images/illus-059.jpg" alt="" title="" width="410" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>Belinda was a little wax doll who had a most charming way of opening and +shutting her eyes. When Mortals were about, she could not do it unless +they helped by pulling a wire. But when once the shop was closed, and +the toys, left to themselves, could move at pleasure, <i>then</i> Belinda +pulled her own wires and opened and shut her eyes as she pleased. She +did this in so simple and unaffected a fashion that it delighted +everyone to see her.</p> + +<p>“What simplicity! what delightful simplicity!” said the other toys. +“’Tis really charming!”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_60" id="pg_60">60</a></span></p> + +<p>“Singularly simple,” repeated the Butcher, who always stood at the door +of his shop, watching for the customers that so seldom came. “She is +like an innocent lamb,” he added, his thoughts turning to his trade; “a +simple, harmless lamb.”</p> + +<p>“<i>Elle est très gentille, la petite Belinde</i>,” remarked Mademoiselle +Cerise, the French doll just arrived from Paris. “<i>Elle est une jeune +fille fort bien élevée; elle ferme les yeux d’une façon vraiment +ravissante.</i>”</p> + +<p>“Here we are again, Simplicity and Self!” said the Clown, turning a +somersault and landing by Belinda’s side with a broad grin upon his +face.</p> + +<p>She made no reply, but instantly closed her eyes. She was not quite sure +but that he was laughing at her, so she thought it more prudent not to +see him.</p> + +<p>“There! did you notice?” ... “Wasn’t it pretty and simple?” said all the +Toys to one another as they looked at Belinda.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_61" id="pg_61">61</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:414px"> +<a name="illus-028" id="illus-028"></a> +<img src="images/illus-061.jpg" alt="" title="" width="414" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>I must, however, make an exception when I say “all” the Toys. There was +one who did not utter a word. This was Jack, the curly-headed +Sailor-Boy, who was deeply in love with Belinda. He was so unhappy about +the matter that he feared to speak of her lest in so doing the thought +of his sorrow should make him shed unmanly tears in public.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_62" id="pg_62">62</a></span></p> + +<p>I will tell you the cause of his grief. He could not make her see how +much he loved her. Whenever he came near her she immediately closed her +eyes. So that it did not matter what expression he assumed, it was all +wasted on Belinda. He worried himself about it very much.</p> + +<p>“Is it,” said he to himself, “because she doesn’t happen to see, or +because she doesn’t wish to see? How can I make her open her eyes? Shall +I speak to her coldly or gently, with mirth or with melancholy, in +poetry or in prose?”</p> + +<p>“I will be poetical,” he resolved; “I will sing her a song of love. That +may induce her to open her eyes.”</p> + +<p>Now Jack was only a simple Sailor-Lad; he knew little music and less +poetry. A few sea-songs and one or two little ballads, these were all he +had to trust to, and he could think of none that seemed suitable to the +occasion.</p> + +<p>He thought long, and finally remembered<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_63" id="pg_63">63</a></span> the beginning of an old song +which, with a little alteration, would, he decided, do very well. So, in +a rough but tender voice, he thus sang to his lady-love:—</p> + +<p style="margin-left:2em"> +“Of all the girls I love so well,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There’s none I love like ’Linder;</span><br /> +She is the darling of my heart,—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Linder rhymes with cinder.”</span></p> + +<p>“This,” he said to himself, “will teach her how deep and how true my +love is for her. <i>This</i> should open her eyes.”</p> + +<p>But Belinda, quite unmoved, sat with them tightly closed.</p> + +<p>“I will try again,” he said to himself. And he sang the verse once more, +though this time his voice shook so greatly with emotion that he was +obliged to stop in the middle in order to steady it.</p> + +<p>After this he sat silent, hoping that Belinda would even now open her +eyes.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_64" id="pg_64">64</a></span></p> + +<p>“Then,” said he, “she will see how sad I look, and she will surely be +touched.”</p> + +<p>But disappointment was again his lot. She never opened even half an eye.</p> + +<p>“Shiver my timbers!” said the luckless Sailor-Lad, “she’ll be the death +of me.”</p> + +<p>And he went away mournfully whistling “<i>The Death of Nelson</i>.”</p> + +<p>Then he tried to startle her by suddenly shouting within her hearing a +few seafaring expressions he knew. “Hard-a-port! Lay aft! Yo, heave ho!”</p> + +<p>She half-opened her eyes, but immediately closed them again. “Those +expressions sound a little rough,” she remarked.</p> + +<p>He felt sorely tried.</p> + +<p>“None so blind as those who <i>won’t</i> see, my lass,” he said one day.</p> + +<p>“I should have thought,” she answered with unaffected surprise, “it was +those who <i>can’t</i> see.”</p> + +<p>“Have you looked up through the sky-light<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_65" id="pg_65">65</a></span> this afternoon?” he asked. +“The sunset is glorious.”</p> + +<p>“Describe it to me. I love descriptions,” she said with simple +enthusiasm.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:402px"> +<a name="illus-029" id="illus-029"></a> +<img src="images/illus-065.jpg" alt="" title="" width="402" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>“You had better see it for yourself,” he said crossly and turned away. +He felt so wretched that really he would have liked to go to sea.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_66" id="pg_66">66</a></span></p> + +<p>He sighed again,—and looked back at Belinda. Why, her eyes were open! +He hurried over to her, pinching with great energy his arm as he went, +in order to make himself tearful, and thus, if possible, appear more +miserable than he already did. The tears did come, but just as he got to +Belinda she closed her eyes once more.</p> + +<p>“The sunset is indeed perfect,” she said, “I have been watching it till +my eyes ache, and I cannot keep them open any longer.”</p> + +<p>“I look just as if I had a cold in my head. You can see that for +yourself, can’t you?” he asked, hoping that this question would induce +her to glance at him and observe his tears.</p> + +<p>“Why, no,” she answered, “I can’t because my eyes are closed. But if you +say so, I suppose you must be correct.”</p> + +<p>“Belinda, I love you,” said he.</p> + +<p>“Thank you very much,” answered she. “Isn’t it extraordinary weather for +this time of<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_67" id="pg_67">67</a></span> the year? I can hardly believe that we are in the middle +of summer.”</p> + +<p>Poor Jack left in despair, and this time he whistled a funeral march.</p> + +<p>But like a true-hearted sailor, he resolved to try again. So the next +day he said to her:</p> + +<p>“Belinda, I’m afraid we are going to have heavy weather, there are so +many clouds overhead. Look up out of the sky-light and you will see for +yourself.”</p> + +<p>“I would rather not,” she said, keeping her eyes tightly closed. “I +don’t like seeing clouds; it depresses my spirits.”</p> + +<p>“You can look out of the sky-light <i>now</i>,” he said to her later, +“without being afraid of seeing the clouds. They have all cleared away +and it is blue again.”</p> + +<p>“Then I can enjoy my afternoon nap,” she remarked simply, “without fear +of thunder.”</p> + +<p>And on this occasion the poor curly-headed Sailor felt too miserable +even to attempt whistling; he went away in dumb despair!<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_68" id="pg_68">68</a></span></p> + +<p>It was just about this time that Mademoiselle Cerise was bought by a +lady as a present for her little god-daughter.</p> + +<p>“But the color of the doll’s dress has become faded,” said the lady. +“She must have a new one before I take her.”</p> + +<p>“That can easily be arranged in a day,” said the owner of the shop.</p> + +<p>“Very well,” answered the lady, “then I will buy her. You need not send +her. I will bring my little friend with me to-morrow afternoon when we +shall be passing your shop. She will like to carry her new doll through +the streets.”</p> + +<p>Next morning when Mademoiselle Cerise was brought back to the shop after +having been absent since the previous afternoon, the Sailor-Lad was +struck by something very familiar about the appearance of her new blue +muslin dress. At first he could not think why. Then he understood; the +muslin was—so it seemed to him—of exactly the same pattern<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_69" id="pg_69">69</a></span> and +exactly the same color as Belinda’s dress.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:420px"> +<a name="illus-030" id="illus-030"></a> +<img src="images/illus-069.jpg" alt="" title="" width="420" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>As he realized this a sudden thought struck him, upon which he acted +without delay.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_70" id="pg_70">70</a></span></p> + +<p>Coming up to Belinda softly, who was sitting with her eyes closed, he +exclaimed loudly and suddenly in her ear: “Belinda, Belinda! +Mademoiselle Cerise has on a dress precisely like yours!”</p> + +<p>“No!” she said, and opened her eyes in a moment. She gazed around +anxiously for Mademoiselle Cerise, but the Sailor-Boy placed himself +right before her and looked at her as adoringly as he knew how.</p> + +<p>“Oh, Belinda,” he said, “how I love you!”</p> + +<p>“Do you?” said she with great surprise. “Well, you don’t love me more +than I love you.”</p> + +<p>“You make me very happy, my lass,” said he. “But why are you astonished +at my saying I love you? Have I not told you so before?”</p> + +<p>“I thought you were quizzing,” she answered.</p> + +<p>“The sad expression of my face should have told you I was not quizzing,” +he replied.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_71" id="pg_71">71</a></span></p> + +<p>“How could I tell what your expression was when I never saw it?” she +asked with some reproach.</p> + +<p>“You did not see it because you always closed your eyes when I spoke to +you,” he replied. “What made you do that?”</p> + +<p>Belinda thought a moment</p> + +<p>“It was merely a habit I had fallen into,” said she.</p> + +<p>“You should never become a slave to a habit,” replied the curly-headed +Sailor-Lad. He spoke reprovingly, as he thought of his many heart-aches.</p> + +<p>She did not like to be reproved, so she changed the subject.</p> + +<p>“You made a mistake,” she said. “Mademoiselle Cerise’s dress is very +pretty, but it is not <i>precisely</i> like mine; the pattern is larger and a +little louder, and the color is lighter and a little harsher.”</p> + +<p>“Well, perhaps,” said the Sailor-Lad. He<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_72" id="pg_72">72</a></span> spoke very cheerful now, he +felt in such good spirits.</p> + +<hr class="minor" /> + +<p>“I am very glad that the Sailor-Boy was happy at last,” said the little +girl. “I was afraid Belinda never meant to open her eyes.”</p> + +<p>“It certainly looked like it at one time,” answered the little +Marionette. “However, it was all right in the end, for she opened them +in time to prevent her Sailor-Boy’s heart from breaking.”</p> + +<p>“I wonder why she kept them closed so long.”</p> + +<p>“I wonder,” reflected the little Marionette. And she smiled.</p> + +<p>“Force of habit, I suppose, as she herself said,” she remarked after a +pause. “We all have our little ways. Now what sort of story would you +like to-morrow?”</p> + +<p>The little girl thought deeply for a few<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_73" id="pg_73">73</a></span> moments. Then she said: “You +have told me a story about a sailor, so I should like the next one to be +about a soldier.”</p> + +<p>“A soldier—a soldier—” the Marionette answered. “I don’t think I know +one about a soldier—Yes, stay; there is the story of the Officer and +the Elephant. That is about a soldier.”</p> + +<p>“An Officer and an Elephant! How nice!” exclaimed the little girl +eagerly. “I am quite certain it must be very funny.”</p> + +<p>“I don’t think the Officer found it so,” the little lady replied, giving +a sweet, little tinkling laugh.</p> + +<p>“Didn’t he?” asked her listener with much interest.</p> + +<p>“I wish you would tell me all about it now,” she continued; “I want so +much to hear it.”</p> + +<p>“Not now,” replied the little Marionette, “it is getting too late; all +the animals in the Noah’s Ark are fast asleep. Listen, they are snoring<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_74" id="pg_74">74</a></span> +loudly. Come to-morrow at the same time. Be punctual, for the story is a +long one.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, I will,” promised the little girl.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:349px"> +<a name="illus-031" id="illus-031"></a> +<img src="images/illus-074.jpg" alt="" title="" width="349" /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class="dashed" /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:390px"> +<a name="ch4" id="ch4"></a><a name="illus-032" id="illus-032"></a> +<img src="images/illus-075.jpg" alt="" title="" width="390" /><br /> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_75" id="pg_75">75</a></span>The +next day she was as good as her word, arriving to the very minute. It +was the little Marionette who was not in time. It was quite five minutes +before she tripped up the counter and greeted her little friend. The +little girl looked at her with some reproach.</p> + +<p>“It is <i>you</i> who are late, not I,” she said.</p> + +<p>“Is it?” replied the little Marionette. “Well, I <i>am</i> ashamed. However, +here I am now, so I will begin at once to tell you my tale.”</p> + +<p>And settling herself down, and smoothing out her beautiful brocade +dress, she began without further ado, the story of:</p> + +<p class="center">“<span class="smcap">The Officer and the Elephant.</span>”</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:403px"> +<a name="illus-033" id="illus-033"></a> +<img src="images/illus-076.jpg" alt="" title="" width="403" /><br /> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_76" id="pg_76">76</a></span>Amongst +all the Toys in the toy-shop, none were so disliked and feared +as the twelve Wooden Soldiers who, with an imposing Officer at their +head, proudly faced the world in double file.</p> + +<p>In the first place, they were intensely proud and vain. They showed this +in everything they did. For example, their drill was of the most simple +description. It merely consisted in their moving backwards and forwards +from one another on a platform of sticks, which could be drawn out or in +at pleasure.</p> + +<p>This, it will easily be believed, required no<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_77" id="pg_77">77</a></span> great skill or knowledge. +Yet, to judge from the pride expressed upon the faces of the Wooden +Soldiers as they went through this simple movement, one would have +certainly imagined it was exceedingly difficult.</p> + +<p>Their foolish pride was also displayed in their manner towards others. +No one ventured to ask them even the most civil of questions for fear of +receiving a rude answer. Father Christmas one afternoon happened to +inquire at the Commanding-officer what time it was.</p> + +<p>“Time,” he replied, “for little boys to be in bed.”</p> + +<p>“You might,” said the patriarch gravely, “have shown a little respect +for the length of my beard and the whiteness of my hairs. ’Tis hardly +the way to speak to a man of my years and standing. One, too, who with +the decline of the year expects to be at the top of the tree.”</p> + +<p>But the Officer merely laughed loudly and shrugged his shoulders.</p> + +<p>From this instance, which is only one example<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_78" id="pg_78">78</a></span> of many, you will easily +understand how the Wooden Soldiers came to be disliked in the toy-shop.</p> + +<p>As for the fear they inspired, this was partly owing to the long swords +they wore, and partly owing to the boasting way in which they vowed they +could use them.</p> + +<p>“My men and I really command the whole shop,” said the Officer one day. +“Moreover, who faces one, faces all, for we all march in the same +direction. We not only have our good swords, but we know how to use +them. They are sheathed now, but let no one count upon that to offend +us. Let but a foolhardy toy dare insult us, and—” here he gave the word +of command, and instantly a dozen and one swords sprang from their +scabbards.</p> + +<p>The lady Dolls shrieked, the Grocer and the Butcher began to put up +their shutters with trembling hands; the white, furry Rabbit became a +shade whiter; and the corners of the Clown’s mouth dropped instead of +going up as<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_79" id="pg_79">79</a></span> usual. It was plain that a general panic was felt.</p> + +<p>The only Toy that did not appear to be affected was the great gray +Elephant lately arrived. He twisted his trunk round thoughtfully, but +never changed countenance.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:394px"> +<a name="illus-034" id="illus-034"></a> +<img src="images/illus-079.jpg" alt="" title="" width="394" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>The Officer saw the general terror he had inspired, and both he and his +Soldiers were well pleased.</p> + +<p>“Besides,” he continued, speaking more loudly than before, “if our +swords fail us we shall have recourse to gunpowder, which will make +short work of our enemies.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_80" id="pg_80">80</a></span></p> + +<p>The Elephant looked at the Officer and his men.</p> + +<p>“I don’t see it,” he said bluntly.</p> + +<p>“I didn’t suppose you would,” said the Officer scornfully. “Don’t speak +in such a hurry. The powder I’m speaking of is felt but not seen. It’s +our last improvement, arrived at by slow degrees. Gunpowder,—smokeless +gunpowder,—soundless gunpowder,—invisible gunpowder. Thus we may +surround an enemy with enough gunpowder to blow up a town, but they +neither see it nor hear it. In fact, they know nothing about it until +they are blown up.”</p> + +<p>This time all the Toys nearly expired with fright! The Elephant only +remained, as before, unmoved.</p> + +<p>“Invisible gunpowder is more humane in the end,” the Officer continued. +“You are quite unaware of what is happening until you find yourself in +pieces.”</p> + +<p>“The same thing may happen to yourself, I<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_81" id="pg_81">81</a></span> suppose?” asked the Elephant, +in his heavy and clumsy fashion.</p> + +<p>“Beg pardon; did anyone speak?” inquired the Officer in the most +insulting of voices. For he despised the Elephant and wished to snub +him.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:400px"> +<a name="illus-035" id="illus-035"></a> +<img src="images/illus-081.jpg" alt="" title="" width="400" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>“I asked you if the same might not happen to yourself?” the Elephant +repeated, regardless of the Officer’s attempt to make him appear<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_82" id="pg_82">82</a></span> +foolish. “What if the enemy serves you the same way?”</p> + +<p>“That difficulty, my good beast,” he answered in his most overbearing +manner, “is easily disposed of. We have special Soldiers trained to +<i>smell</i> gunpowder. We have merely to send out these scouts, and we can +trace the gunpowder anywhere within gunshot.”</p> + +<p>“I don’t believe it,” said the Elephant.</p> + +<p>The Officer at this laughed a grim laugh, truly awful to hear.</p> + +<p>“Ha, Ha!” he exclaimed; “do not provoke me too far lest I slay you with +my sword. I’m a man of sport, and to do the act would cause me no little +diversion. Beware!”</p> + +<p>The Elephant made no reply, which induced the Officer to think he had +frightened him.</p> + +<p>“A great clumsy beast of no spirit,” he said to his Soldiers.</p> + +<p>“Right, sir,” answered the Soldiers.</p> + +<p>“Now to drill,” he continued sharply.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_83" id="pg_83">83</a></span> “Attention! Eyes right, eyes +left; right movement, left movement; swords out, swords in! +Mark—<i>time</i>!”</p> + +<p>This last command they were obliged to obey with their heads, their feet +being tightly gummed on to the platform. So tightly gummed that they +could not get free even when Mortals were not present, and all the Toys +were at liberty to speak, walk, and talk. Indeed, nothing but a strong +blow could possibly loosen them from their position.</p> + +<p>Therefore, when they marched or even took a simple walk they were +obliged to march or walk in a body, taking the platform with them. +Again, if the Commanding-officer granted leave of absence to one, he was +obliged to grant it to all, even to himself, otherwise no one could have +taken it.</p> + +<p>“Come,” said the Officer to the Elephant one day, “you are a bright +beast. Let me propound you a mathematical problem. If a<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_84" id="pg_84">84</a></span> herring and a +half cost three halfpence, how much would six herrings cost?”</p> + +<p>“Just as much as they ought to, if you went to an honest fishmonger,” +answered the Elephant.</p> + +<p>The Officer and his men laughed loudly.</p> + +<p>“Capital, capital!” said the bully. “If you distinguish yourself in this +way we shall have to make you Mathematical Instructor-in-General to the +whole army.”</p> + +<p>But the Elephant made no reply.</p> + +<p>“That’s the thickest-skinned animal I ever met,” said the Officer to his +men.</p> + +<p>But herein he made a mistake. The Elephant never forgot an insult, but +paid it back upon the first opportunity.</p> + +<p>The opportunity, in this case, was not long in arriving; it came, +indeed, all too soon for the Officer’s taste.</p> + +<p>It occurred in this way.</p> + +<p>One day a little boy came into the shop and asked to look at some +soldiers, upon<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_85" id="pg_85">85</a></span> which the shopwoman showed him the wooden warriors.</p> + +<p>“No, I don’t like them,” he said; “they have to move all the same way at +once. It is very stupid of them. Have you no others?”</p> + +<p>“Not just at the moment,” replied the shopwoman. “We are expecting some +more. They should have been here several days ago.”</p> + +<p>“Then I’ll take a train,” said the boy. “But it is very funny that you +should have such a poor lot of soldiers as these.”</p> + +<p>“That silly remark will make the Toys less afraid of us,” thought the +Officer to himself with some alarm. “I shall make the men practise +sword-drill in the most open fashion for several hours. This will remind +the world that we are not to be trifled with.”</p> + +<p>But it is one thing to make a resolution and quite another thing to +carry it into effect. This the Officer was to experience ere the day was +over.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_86" id="pg_86">86</a></span></p> + +<p>For in putting the Soldiers back into their place the shopwoman happened +to hit the Officer with some force against a dolls’ house. Being a very +hard blow it knocked him off the platform, and, unnoticed by her, he +fell on his back upon the counter.</p> + +<p>Now came the time for the Elephant’s revenge. <i>The Officer fell just +under the animal’s trunk!</i></p> + +<p>It was, as the Officer at once realized, by no means a pleasant +situation. As his men were some yards away from him, and unable to come +in a body to his rescue till perhaps too late, the Officer was +exceedingly uneasy.</p> + +<p>“I had better soothe the monster,” he said to himself. Then aloud, and +in a pleasant voice: “What a nice handy trunk that is of yours; you must +be able to carry so much in it? As for me, I have to travel with a +portmanteau, a Gladstone-bag, a hat-box, and a gun-case; it is a +terrible nuisance.”</p> + +<p>He paused, but the Elephant made no reply.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_87" id="pg_87">87</a></span></p> + +<p>“This is not very pleasant,” said the Officer uneasily to himself. “I +fear the beast is of a sulky temper. What <i>will</i> happen to me?”</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:427px"> +<a name="illus-036" id="illus-036"></a> +<img src="images/illus-087.jpg" alt="" title="" width="427" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>And he lay still, trembling and fearful.</p> + +<p>At last the day closed in, the Mortals shut<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_88" id="pg_88">88</a></span> up the shop and left, and +the time of the Toys arrived.</p> + +<p>The Elephant then addressed the Officer in a slow voice and ponderous +manner.</p> + +<p>“I feel inclined to trample on you,” he remarked.</p> + +<p>The Officer closed his eyes with terror; then, half-opening them, he +endeavored to look defiantly and speak boldly.</p> + +<p>“Pre-pre-sump-tu-tu-ous b-b-b-beast!” he faltered.</p> + +<p>The Elephant looked at him threateningly.</p> + +<p>“It was on-on-ly my f-f-un!” stammered the Officer, trembling with fear, +and all the crimson fading from his cheeks.</p> + +<p>“Do you wish me to spare your life?” asked the Elephant.</p> + +<p>“It is very valuable,” the Officer replied more calmly as he regained +courage, and unable to forget his foolish pride even in that awful +moment.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_89" id="pg_89">89</a></span></p> + +<p>“The world can do without it,” said the great beast threateningly.</p> + +<p>“Spare me!” cried the coward and bully.</p> + +<p>The Elephant paused.</p> + +<p>“Very good,” he answered, “but only upon my own conditions.”</p> + +<p>“Certainly, certainly,” the Officer said in a fawning voice. “Many +thanks; any conditions that you may think proper.”</p> + +<p>After this the Elephant thought for a long while. Then he said:</p> + +<p>“These are my conditions. You must submit to let me carry you up and +down the counter, stopping before such Toys as I shall see fit. And +whenever I stop, you are to announce yourself in these words: +‘<i>Good-evening. Have you kicked the coward and the bully? The real +genuine article, no imitation. If you have not kicked him already, kick +him without delay.</i>’”</p> + +<p>“It is too bad of you to require me to say this,” the Officer cried, his +anger for the<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_90" id="pg_90">90</a></span> moment overcoming his fear. “But then you are not a +gentleman. You are—”</p> + +<p>“When you have done,” interrupted the Elephant, “I will begin.”</p> + +<p>So saying, and amidst the intense excitement of the other Toys, the +Elephant, with his trunk, slowly picked up his fallen foe by the back of +the coat and began his ponderous march—so triumphant for himself, so +humiliating for the Officer.</p> + +<p>The programme was carried out exactly as the Elephant had said it should +be, for the great gray beast was a beast of his word. He never made up +his mind in a foolish hurry, but having made it up he rarely altered it.</p> + +<p>And so it was upon this occasion. After every few steps the huge +creature stopped before one or another of the Toys, when the former +tyrant was obliged to announce himself as a coward and a bully, and +invite a kicking, an invitation which was always accepted, and acted +upon with much heartiness.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_91" id="pg_91">91</a></span></p> + +<p>Finally the avenger laid the Officer on the platform, from which the +Wooden Soldiers had been watching with amazement and horror the journey +of the Commanding-officer; understanding as they did for the first time +the strength of the great beast and afraid to interfere.</p> + +<p>Having placed his humble foe in his old position, only upon his back +instead of upon his feet, the Elephant with his trunk deliberately +knocked over all the Soldiers one after the other. Then he grunted and +walked slowly away.</p> + +<p>So ended the reign of terror which the Officer and his Soldiers had +established over the toy-shop. And so universal was the relief +experienced after the strain that had been felt, that the Elephant was +everywhere hailed as a Friend to the Public. Indeed, during the +remainder of his stay in the shop, he was treated with greater respect +and deference than any other toy,—Father Christmas only excepted,—and<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_92" id="pg_92">92</a></span> +when he left at Christmas-time, the regret expressed was both loud and +sincere.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:422px"> +<a name="illus-037" id="illus-037"></a> +<img src="images/illus-092.jpg" alt="" title="" width="422" /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class="dashed" /> + +<p> +<a name="illus-038" id="illus-038"></a><a name="ch5" id="ch5"></a> +<img src="images/illus-093a.jpg" class="curveleft" alt="" style="margin-right:100%" /> +<img src="images/illus-093b.jpg" class="curveleft" alt="" /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_93" id="pg_93">93</a></span>“I am a little bit sorry for the Officer,” said the little girl. “He +must have been a good deal hurt. And he must have felt very silly, too,” +she added.</p> + +<p>“Almost worse than being hurt, isn’t it?” said the little Marionette. +“Yes, I was a little sorry for him myself; but I think he deserved all +he got.”</p> + +<p>“Yes; because he <i>was</i> a horrid bully, wasn’t he?” said the little girl. +“And his men, too, were as bad as he. I always used to like +toy-soldiers. I never shall again.”</p> + +<p>“I should not like you to judge of all soldiers by the wooden ones I +have told you of,”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_94" id="pg_94">94</a></span> said the Marionette. “We <i>have</i> had in the shop sets +of wooden and tin soldiers of the highest character; gallant fellows, +beloved and esteemed by all. I will tell you of them to-morrow if you +like.”</p> + +<p>The little girl considered a moment.</p> + +<p>“I think,” she said at length, “I would rather hear something quite +different for a change. If you do not mind,” she added politely.</p> + +<p>“Not in the least,” replied the little lady. “I shall think of a story +that shall have nothing to do with soldiers, good, bad, or indifferent.”</p> + +<p>So on the morrow when they met again the Marionette said:</p> + +<p>“I have thought of quite a different sort of story to the one I told you +yesterday.”</p> + +<p>“Thank you,” said her little friend. “Please begin.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” she said as the little Marionette remained silent. +“Yes—yes—<i>do</i> begin!”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_95" id="pg_95">95</a></span></p> + +<p>“Patience, patience! I am just considering for a moment if I have the +story correct in every respect. It is now some time since it happened, +and one’s memory is apt to play one tricks when one is telling stories +of other people. But I think I remember it correctly. So I will begin +without further delay the history of:</p> + +<p class="center">“‘<span class="smcap">The Little Dancer.</span>’”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_96" id="pg_96">96</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:400px"> +<a name="illus-039" id="illus-039"></a> +<img src="images/illus-096.jpg" alt="" title="" width="400" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>There never was a prettier dancer than the Little Dancer of the frizzy +dark hair, and the blue tulle dress with silver spangles.</p> + +<p>Forward, backward, forward, backward went her little feet with rapid, +dainty movement, whilst the small musical-box—on the top of which she +gracefully danced—tinkled, tinkled, tinkled out its gay little tune, +and all the Toys watched her with the greatest delight.</p> + +<p>Truly she bewitched all who saw her, and gained much admiration. But she +was<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_97" id="pg_97">97</a></span> very modest, and not at all conceited, so that she was not only +admired but also loved; which, as you will agree, is far better.</p> + +<p> +<a name="illus-040" id="illus-040"></a> +<img src="images/illus-097a.jpg" class="curveleft" alt="" /> +<img src="images/illus-097b.jpg" class="curveleft" alt="" /> +<img src="images/illus-097c.jpg" class="curveleft" alt="" /> +She took life very easily and happily, till it happened one day that she +saw the Bicycle-man, and unfortunately fell in love with him as he went +by. He was a very handsome fellow,<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_98" id="pg_98">98</a></span> and made a good appearance upon his +bicycle.</p> + +<p>Directly the Little Dancer saw him she loved him, and she lost no time +in telling him so. She spoke without any hesitation.</p> + +<p>“Dear heart, I love you,” she said as she danced.</p> + +<p>Now the Bicycle-man was very vain, and was therefore not a little +gratified at the impression he had made. But he pretended to be much +displeased.</p> + +<p>“You should not have said that until I had first said something of the +sort,” replied the Bicycle-man. “It was not your place to speak first. +You are very forward.”</p> + +<p>And he rode on.</p> + +<p>The Little Dancer was much distressed.</p> + +<p>“He is angry,” she said to her friend the Little China Doll next to her, +with the two long flaxen pigtails hanging down her back.</p> + +<p>“He is angry.” And she danced more slowly and less gaily.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_99" id="pg_99">99</a></span></p> + +<p>“What of that?” said her friend, tossing her head. “It is of no +consequence.”</p> + +<p>“No; it is of no consequence,” repeated the Little Dancer. But she felt +unhappy.</p> + +<p>The next day the Bicycle-man passed that way again, and she danced her +very best, hoping to win his heart.</p> + +<p>“That is really not bad,” he said; “not at all bad. You dance quite +nicely, as dancing goes.”</p> + +<p>“Oh sweetheart, I love you!” she said, encouraged by his praise.</p> + +<p>“I really cannot stand such remarks,” said the Bicycle-man. “They make +me both angry and confused.”</p> + +<p>And he went on, leaving her in tears.</p> + +<p>“Why do you trouble about him?” said the Little China Doll. “He is not +worth it. A penny Toy, indeed! You turn his head. Take no more notice of +him.”</p> + +<p>“I won’t,” replied the Little Dancer tearfully.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_100" id="pg_100">100</a></span></p> + +<p>So the next time he stopped to watch her dancing she did not speak to +him.</p> + +<p>“You are getting rude now,” he said. “I am not sure whether that is not +worse than being forward.”</p> + +<p>“What shall I say?” asked the Little Dancer. “My words do not please +you.”</p> + +<p>“I should not be displeased if you were to say ‘good-day’,” he replied. +“It would only be polite, and I never find fault with politeness.”</p> + +<p>“Good-day,” she said, as she practised her steps.</p> + +<p>“Is that all?” he inquired.</p> + +<p>“That is all,” she answered.</p> + +<p>“I have a bit of news for you,” he said. “I am thinking of marrying the +doll to whom the Red House belongs. It is a comfortable house, well +built, and well appointed. You shall come and have tea with us.”</p> + +<p>The Little Dancer burst into tears, and her feet moved more slowly.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_101" id="pg_101">101</a></span></p> + +<p>“Why are you crying?” asked the Bicycle-man, with pretended surprise.</p> + +<p>“Dear heart, Oh dear heart, I love you!” she wept.</p> + +<p>“Well, well, so do many others,” he answered. “It isn’t my fault”</p> + +<p>And mounting his bicycle he rode away.</p> + +<p>“Don’t you see you are making him terribly conceited?” said the Little +China Doll. “It is absurd of you. Try to be more sensible.”</p> + +<p>“I love him so, I love him so!” sobbed the Little Dancer. “My heart is +broken.”</p> + +<p>On the morrow the Bicycle-man appeared as usual.</p> + +<p>“It is all settled,” he said. “I hope to marry the doll to whom the Red +House belongs, before the week is out. I fear my marriage will be a +disappointment to many a lady.”</p> + +<p>The Little Dancer made no reply: she was too heart-broken to utter a +sound.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_102" id="pg_102">102</a></span></p> + +<p>“Are you not going to wish me happiness?” he asked.</p> + +<p>But the Little Dancer still spoke not. She danced faster and faster as +the tears fell from her eyes.</p> + +<p>The Bicycle-man did not notice how quickly her tears were falling.</p> + +<p>“Your silence is a sad want of manners,” he said. “Uncivility is far +from attractive.”</p> + +<p>Still the little Dancer made no answer; she could not speak, she was +crying so bitterly.</p> + +<p>“Well, good-day,” he said. “It is very evident that you did not pay the +extra twopence for manners.”</p> + +<p>Then he left.</p> + +<p>“Stop dancing,” said the Little China Doll to the Little Dancer. “You +are not in a fit state to dance. You will kill yourself.”</p> + +<p>“I <i>must</i> dance till I forget, or till I die,” she answered—sobbing.</p> + +<p>And then she danced faster, <i>faster</i>, <span class="smcap">FASTER</span>, till she went at quite a +furious rate. Her little<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_103" id="pg_103">103</a></span> feet went to and fro so quickly you could +hardly see them.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:370px"> +<a name="illus-041" id="illus-041"></a> +<img src="images/illus-103.jpg" alt="" title="" width="370" /><br /> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_104" id="pg_104">104</a></span>The China Doll implored the poor Little Dancer to stop, but she did not +heed her. She continued dancing, dancing, dancing all through the day, +all through the evening, and far into the night. Till, at last, +something within her went—<i>Snap</i>!</p> + +<p>And she fell flat on the ground, and the gay little tune stopped +suddenly. The clockwork within her had broken. She had danced herself to +death!</p> + +<p>The next morning the Bicycle-man came again.</p> + +<p>“The wedding is put off—” he began. Then he saw the lifeless form of +the Little Dancer, and he turned pale.</p> + +<p>“You have killed her by your vanity,” said the China Doll severely. “If +you had stayed away she would have forgotten you. But you <i>would</i> come +because it pleased your conceit to hear her say she loved you, and to +hear her lament because you did not love her. She has danced herself to +death in her despair. Alas! Alas! My poor friend!”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_105" id="pg_105">105</a></span></p> + +<p>“I really believe I loved her after all,” said the Bicycle-man in a sad +voice. “What can I say or do to make some slight amends? Tell me.”</p> + +<p>“There is nothing to be said or done,” said the China Doll. “The poor +Little Dancer is dead. It is too late! Go and marry the Doll of the Red +House.”</p> + +<p>“I don’t want to <i>now</i>,” he answered. “Henceforward my life shall be +passed mourning for the Little Dancer who broke her heart because of me. +And from this time I shall ride my bicycle sitting with my back to the +handle, and with my hands behind me. It will be a most absurd position, +but it will serve as a punishment to remind me of the sad end to which +my vanity brought my poor little sweetheart.”</p> + +<p>And he strictly kept his resolve. At first the other Toys laughed: then +they wondered; then they inquired into the meaning of so strange a +performance. And when they heard<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_106" id="pg_106">106</a></span> the story, such of them as had heads +shook them, and all said gravely:</p> + +<p>“’Tis well and nobly meant. But it won’t mend the poor Little Dancer’s +heart. Alas! Alack-a-day!”</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:349px"> +<a name="illus-042" id="illus-042"></a> +<img src="images/illus-106.jpg" alt="" title="" width="349" /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class="dashed" /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:437px"> +<a name="ch6" id="ch6"></a><a name="illus-043" id="illus-043"></a> +<img src="images/illus-107.jpg" alt="" title="" width="437" /><br /> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_107" id="pg_107">107</a></span>When the tale was ended the little girl took out her handkerchief and +wiped her eyes.</p> + +<p>“Come, this won’t do,” said the little Marionette. “I should not have +told you the story if I had thought you were going to take it so much to +heart.”</p> + +<p>“I am very sorry for the poor Little Dancer,” she replied sadly; “I wish +that the Bicycle-man had not been so unkind.”</p> + +<p>“Well, well, it is all over now. Wipe your eyes; you can’t do any good +by crying, and I don’t like seeing tears,” said her friend.</p> + +<p>“Never mind; I rather like feeling sad,” Molly answered politely, though +tearfully.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_108" id="pg_108">108</a></span></p> + +<p>“Still, a little sadness goes a long way,” remarked the Marionette. +“There is no doubt of that. I think I had better tell you something to +amuse you now.” She thought a moment and then she laughed.</p> + +<p>“What are you laughing at?” asked the little girl with curiosity.</p> + +<p>“At the remembrance of the Hansom-driver,” she answered. “I never can +think of him without laughing. Shall I tell you his story? I shall have +time to do so this evening, for it is short, like the one I have just +finished.” And she began the story of:</p> + +<p class="center">“<span class="smcap">THE HANSOM-DRIVER.</span>”</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:410px"> +<a name="illus-044" id="illus-044"></a> +<img src="images/illus-109.jpg" alt="" title="" width="410" /><br /> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_109" id="pg_109">109</a></span>The Hansom-driver was indeed very plain, but he fancied himself very +beautiful. ’Tis thus that we are liable to make errors of judgment; +especially respecting ourselves.</p> + +<p>His cheeks were crimson and his nose was the same hue, yet he was quite +convinced that all the young lady dolls envied him his complexion. His +eyes were dull as lead, but in his boundless conceit he always compared +them to sparkling diamonds.</p> + +<p>In a word, his appearance was terribly<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_110" id="pg_110">110</a></span> against him, yet his constant +complaint was that he attracted so much attention, and won so much +admiration wherever he went, that he could almost find it in his heart +to wish he had been born ugly.</p> + +<p>His own looks were his constant topic of conversation, till at length +the other Toys quaked when he opened his mouth, knowing very well how +they were going to suffer.</p> + +<p>Amongst those who suffered the most from his talk were the Butcher, the +Baker, and the Clown. They lived at the opposite side of the counter, +where he drove every morning to give his orders for bread and meat. He +never thought of driving away at once when he had done this, but always +stopped to make remarks upon his own appearance; till at length, in +common with the rest of the world, they became wearied to death of the +subject. The Butcher and Baker tried to put a stop to it by making +uncivil remarks, and the clown by<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_111" id="pg_111">111</a></span> making rude jests. But the conceit of +the Hansom-driver still remained.</p> + +<p>One day when he was talking to his three acquaintances, the Butcher +happened to remark on the beauty of the sunset-glow the previous evening.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:402px"> +<a name="illus-045" id="illus-045"></a> +<img src="images/illus-111.jpg" alt="" title="" width="402" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>“Some people,” said the Hansom-driver at once, “admire the beautiful +glow of the sunset sky, some the beautiful glow of the healthy<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_112" id="pg_112">112</a></span> +countenance. By the by, a chap I met yesterday told me my face was +simply glowing with health.”</p> + +<p>“Especially your nose, my pretty fellow,” remarked the Clown.</p> + +<p>“From my brow to my chin, I am, I believe, suffused with the glow of a +pretty color,” replied the Hansom-driver. “Naturally it does not skip my +nose. And very glad I am it does not; I should not like any feature to +feel neglected or left out in the cold.”</p> + +<p>“He becomes quite unbearable,” whispered one lady doll to another.</p> + +<p>“Quite,” she replied in the same tone.</p> + +<p>The Hansom-driver smiled as he saw them whisper. He did not doubt but +that they were making some flattering remarks about himself.</p> + +<p>“Speak out, ladies,” he said.</p> + +<p>But they turned away in silent anger.</p> + +<p>Most people would have been annoyed at this behavior. Not so the +Hansom-driver.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_113" id="pg_113">113</a></span> In his great vanity he completely misread their silence.</p> + +<p>“A compliment about me,” he laughed. “Doubtless too great a one to be +said aloud.”</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:427px"> +<a name="illus-046" id="illus-046"></a> +<img src="images/illus-113.jpg" alt="" title="" width="427" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>“You needn’t fancy <i>that</i>,” said the Butcher rudely. “You hear a good +many compliments,<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_114" id="pg_114">114</a></span> I don’t deny, but they all come from the same +source—your own block of a head. When you are absent you get few +enough, that I know for a positive fact.”</p> + +<p>“Not that there is anything surprising in it,” the Baker said to the +Hansom-driver in quite as rude a manner as the Butcher. “I am not yet +aware that you are a subject for compliments.”</p> + +<p>“‘My face is my fortune, sir, he said’,” misquoted the Hansom-driver +with great conceit; “and a very handsome fortune, too,” he added.</p> + +<p>“Your face!” exclaimed the Butcher. “Why, a sheep’s face is more to be +admired than yours.”</p> + +<p>“I beg to differ,” the Hansom-driver said, shaking his head. “I’ve never +yet seen a really good-looking face amongst a flock of sheep.”</p> + +<p>“So you actually think yours is good-looking?” sneered the Baker. “Why, +I could<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_115" id="pg_115">115</a></span> make a better-looking one out of a piece of dough.”</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:439px"> +<a name="illus-047" id="illus-047"></a> +<img src="images/illus-115.jpg" alt="" title="" width="439" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>“I defy you to,” the Hansom-driver replied. “A face like mine is not +easily copied. Nor am I the only person of that opinion. All the ladies +think that I am beautiful. And of course I go by what they think.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_116" id="pg_116">116</a></span></p> + +<p>“And who,” he asked, with a bow towards a little group of lady dolls, +“who can be better judges of the matter?”</p> + +<p>“Do you think they consider you good-looking?” inquired the Clown. “Get +along, you dreamer!”</p> + +<p>“I do not think it, I know it,” he replied.</p> + +<p>“We don’t,” said the Butcher and the Baker. “Put it to the proof. We +challenge you. Let the ladies vote upon the matter and they will prove +you mistaken.”</p> + +<p>“Very well,” answered the Hansom-driver. “The result will be favorable +to me. Of that I have no doubt.”</p> + +<p>“All right! To business,” said the Butcher. “What about the ladies’ +decision as to this fellow’s claim of beauty?”</p> + +<p>“Ay; when shall it be given?” inquired the Hansom-driver, anxious to +lose no time.</p> + +<p>“In a fortnight at the earliest,” said the Clown. “The making up of +ladies’ minds, as of Christmas puddings, requires plenty of thought and +preparation.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_117" id="pg_117">117</a></span></p> + +<p>“Good!” said the Hansom-driver. Then he got up upon the seat of his +hansom, whipped up his horse, and drove off.</p> + +<p>Now, during the fortnight he was, if possible, more conceited than ever. +He never ceased making vain speeches respecting his looks, and could +indeed be induced to speak of nothing else.</p> + +<p>“I have not the slightest fear as to the ladies’ decision,” he +boastfully remarked.</p> + +<p>“When I look in the glass I see how impossible it is that they should +have anything but one opinion. By the by, a most curious little incident +occurred last night. I was sauntering about my end of the counter, when +the white Polar Bear walked right up against me. ‘Hulloa!’ I said, ‘look +out where you are going.’ ‘I beg your pardon, I’m sure,’ said he; ‘It +was a little mistake. I was trying to find my way home, and catching +sight of your right eye, mistook it for the Polar Star and guided myself +by its light.’ ‘Very flattering,’<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_118" id="pg_118">118</a></span> I said, ‘but I’d prefer you not to +tread on my toes.’ Strange, wasn’t it?”</p> + +<p>“Most strange!” the Butcher jeered. “The Polar Bear has never been able +to see clearly since the shopwoman’s baby poked out both his eyes. Your +story is a little far-fetched, my good chap.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, what a surprise!” laughed the Clown, as the Hansom-driver, unable +to avoid looking a little silly, turned his head aside and pretended to +sneeze.</p> + +<p>“I’ve a piece of news for you,” said the Baker; “another surprise. The +ladies have made up their minds already. Instead of a fortnight they +have only taken a week to decide. They have but one opinion, and the +Clown has been instructed to deliver it to you to-morrow morning when +you come to give your orders. I may warn you that you will find a great +crowd of Toys waiting to hear it.”</p> + +<p>“Let come who will,” vaunted the Hansom-driver. “<i>I</i> fear no crowd. The +more<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_119" id="pg_119">119</a></span> Toys to witness my moment of triumph, the better.”</p> + +<p>And it was in this frame of mind that, on the following morning, he +drove to the Butcher’s shop, outside of which a large crowd was +gathered.</p> + +<p>“Well,” he said with a smile to the Clown who headed the crowd; “well, +and what is the ladies’ opinion about my beauty?”</p> + +<p>“The ladies have decided,” said the Clown, nodding his head and speaking +very rapidly, “the ladies have all decided—mind you, <i>all</i> +decided—that you <i>are</i> a hansom man. And so say I.”</p> + +<p>The Hansom-driver climbed down from his seat.</p> + +<p>“Shake hands,” he said. “One doesn’t find a fellow of sense like you +every day.”</p> + +<p>The Clown shook hands, then turned a somersault and grinned from ear to +ear.</p> + +<p>“Handsome,” he said slowly, “but <i>without</i> the <i>d</i> and the <i>e</i>. Mark +that, my child. No<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_120" id="pg_120">120</a></span> <i>beauty, but a hansom man</i>. Ho-la! What’s the time +of day? Time to go away?”</p> + +<p>For the Hansom-driver had mounted to his seat, and, whipping up his +horse, was driving off as fast as he could.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:436px"> +<a name="illus-048" id="illus-048"></a> +<img src="images/illus-120.jpg" alt="" title="" width="436" /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class="dashed" /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:403px"> +<a name="ch7" id="ch7"></a><a name="illus-049" id="illus-049"></a> +<img src="images/illus-121.jpg" alt="" title="" width="403" /><br /> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_121" id="pg_121">121</a></span>“That was very funny,” said the little girl; “it made me laugh very +much.”</p> + +<p>“It made all the Toys laugh,” said the Marionette—“except the +Hansom-driver himself. And, perhaps, he might be excused for not doing +so.”</p> + +<p>“He <i>was</i> a vain thing,” said the little girl.</p> + +<p>“He was,” the Marionette agreed. “However, we must not be too severe on +him. He had his good points after all. He was not bad-tempered, for +example, like poor Claribelle, who at one time was quite unbearable, and +made herself disliked by everyone. Though in the end, poor creature, she +became, it is true, an altered character.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_122" id="pg_122">122</a></span></p> + +<p>“‘Poor Claribelle!’ Who was she?”</p> + +<p>“A young lady doll whose bad temper, unfortunately for her, brought her +great sorrow.</p> + +<p>“I should like to hear about her,” said the little girl.</p> + +<p>The little Marionette mused a moment. “I should not do wrong to tell +you,” she remarked. “The story of this poor, proud creature may perhaps +serve as a lesson and warning to some other haughty and fanciful young +lady. Yes, you shall hear to-morrow evening of Claribelle.” And so the +next evening, in a grave voice that befitted the tale, she told the +story of</p> + +<p class="center">“<span class="smcap">Proud Claribelle.</span>”</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:406px"> +<a name="illus-050" id="illus-050"></a> +<img src="images/illus-123.jpg" alt="" title="" width="406" /><br /> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_123" id="pg_123">123</a></span>Claribelle was a very haughty doll. She was very beautiful, with great +brown eyes and a mass of dark hair that fell to her waist. She had fine +clothes, too; a pink silk dress, a large straw hat trimmed with lace and +pink roses, pink silk stockings and bronze shoes, and round her neck a +string of pearls, which were the envy of every lady doll in the +toy-shop.</p> + +<p>She held her head very high indeed, and would not speak to this doll +because it was “frumpish,” or that doll because it was not in the same +set as herself. The China Doll she really could not be on intimate terms +with, because she had a crack across her cheek. Fancy being seen walking +with a cracky person!<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_124" id="pg_124">124</a></span> Also, she must really decline being introduced to +the Farthing Doll. A very good, worthy person, no doubt, but really she +and a doll worth a farthing could not possibly have many tastes in +common.</p> + +<p>As to the Rag Doll, she was a pushing person. At a tea-party at which +they had both been present, she had asked Claribelle if she didn’t think +that skirts were fuller. To think of discussing clothes with a creature +of rags! The idea was really too comical!</p> + +<p>It was thus, and in this proud spirit, that Claribelle talked about the +other and more modest Toys. There were, indeed, very few that she would +take the slightest notice of. As a matter of fact, when she walked down +the counter she held her nose so much in the air that it was very rarely +she saw anyone. She did not care in the least whether she trod on other +people’s toes or not.</p> + +<p>From this you will easily understand that she was a Toy who gained more +admiration<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_125" id="pg_125">125</a></span> than love. There was, however, one who was truly devoted to +Claribelle. This was the Driver of the Wagon, who was always of the +opinion that beneath her haughty manner lay a kind heart. They were +engaged to be married, and with true affection he often spoke to her +about her haughty manner to the other Toys.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:415px"> +<a name="illus-051" id="illus-051"></a> +<img src="images/illus-125.jpg" alt="" title="" width="415" /><br /> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_126" id="pg_126">126</a></span>On such occasions Claribelle tossed her head and flew into a passion, +often sulking for hours afterwards. Yet, although she so sorely tried +the Driver’s patience, he continued to love her. And when all other +means had failed he would often sing her back to good temper, for he had +a beautiful tenor voice.</p> + +<p>He was a little proud of his voice, and used to practise every night, +partly because he loved music, also because he delighted to show his +devotion to Claribelle by singing her little love-songs in a +well-trained manner.</p> + +<p>He was of a kindly, genial nature, so that you would have thought it was +hardly possible to quarrel with him. But Claribelle’s pride not seldom +caused a dispute between them, and she would often start a heated +argument without any reason.</p> + +<p>It was thus one day that a quarrel arose which ended in the most serious +manner.</p> + +<p>They were out driving in the Wagon, when the Driver, remembering he owed +a call<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_127" id="pg_127">127</a></span> on the Farthing Doll, proposed that he and Claribelle should go +thither.</p> + +<p>“What!” she exclaimed haughtily. “Pay a call on that Farthing creature! +<i>Certainly</i> not!”</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:419px"> +<a name="illus-052" id="illus-052"></a> +<img src="images/illus-127.jpg" alt="" title="" width="419" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>“I, at least, must go, sooner or later,” the Driver replied.</p> + +<p>“Why?” she asked much displeased.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_128" id="pg_128">128</a></span></p> + +<p>“Because did I not call,” answered he kindly but firmly, “I should be +lacking in courtesy to a lady who has never shown me anything but the +utmost civility. However, since you do not wish it, I will not go +to-day.”</p> + +<p>“I do not wish you to go at all,” she said. “But I see it is quite +sufficient for me to say that I do not desire you to do a thing, for you +to do it.”</p> + +<p>And after this she sulked and said she did not love him.</p> + +<p>Upon this the Driver bethought him a new song he had just learnt, and he +determined to sing it in the hope of winning her back to good temper. So +he began:</p> + +<p style="margin-left:2em"> +“‘Oh, down in Alabama, before I was set free,<br /> +I loved a dark-eyed, yaller girl,<br /> +And thought—’”</p> + +<p>But he got no further, for here Claribelle interrupted him.</p> + +<p>“Does that apply to <i>me</i>?” she said with flashing eyes.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_129" id="pg_129">129</a></span></p> + +<p>“Well, you <i>have</i> dark eyes, you know,” he said pleasantly, hoping to +make her smile. “Beautiful dark eyes, too.”</p> + +<p>“Stop the wagon!” she said furiously. “I will not be so insulted. Dark +eyes, yes; but yaller! yaller! yaller!”</p> + +<p>“Allow me to explain. I only—” began the Driver.</p> + +<p>“<i>Yaller</i>, indeed! Stop the Wagon!”</p> + +<p>“I should like to say—”</p> + +<p>“A dark-eyed, <i>yaller</i> girl! Stop the Wagon,—and consider our +engagement at an end.”</p> + +<p>“<i>Will</i> you let me—”</p> + +<p>But Claribelle shook her head furiously, and in her rage tried to jump +out of the Wagon. So the Driver, fearing she would break her neck, did +as she requested and pulled up his horse, when she immediately alighted. +Then she swept away, flouncing her pink silk dress, and with her head in +the air.</p> + +<p>The Driver called later and tried to pacify her, but she would not +listen. She only turned<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_130" id="pg_130">130</a></span> her back upon him—which was a very rude thing +to do—and persisted in saying that their engagement was at an end.</p> + +<p>So the Wagoner whipped up his horse and went away sad and sorry. He +looked, indeed, so sad that the haughty Claribelle nearly repented of +her pride and was just about to call him back.</p> + +<p>“But he’ll return to-morrow,” she said to herself, “and he must be +taught not to make false remarks about my complexion. Fancy calling me +‘yaller!’”</p> + +<p>The next day he came as she expected.</p> + +<p>“Do I still look yaller?” Claribelle asked scornfully.</p> + +<p>“Let bygones be bygones,” said he. “Besides, I never called you yaller.”</p> + +<p>“Our engagement is ended,” she said.</p> + +<p>“Claribelle,” he said kindly but firmly, “listen to what I say. If you +do not tame your proud temper, you will one day bring sorrow upon +yourself.” Then he left, wounded and displeased.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_131" id="pg_131">131</a></span></p> + +<p> +<a name="illus-053" id="illus-053"></a> +<img src="images/illus-131a.jpg" class="curveleft" alt="" /> +<img src="images/illus-131b.jpg" class="curveleft" alt="" />The next day he came again.</p> + +<p>“I may be going away,” he said, “to the other side of the shop, to the +opposite counter.”</p> + +<p>“Do I still look yaller?” Claribelle asked, tossing her head.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_132" id="pg_132">132</a></span></p> + +<p>“Aren’t you sorry I am going?” he replied.</p> + +<p>“I haven’t time to think of trifles,” she said haughtily.</p> + +<p>“Cruel Claribelle,” he said. “I shall not send you a letter, not even a +post-card.”</p> + +<p>“Letters are dull,” she said coldly, “and post-cards are vulgar.”</p> + +<p>“You will repent of this some day,” he replied. And he turned and went +away in anger.</p> + +<p>On the morrow he came once more.</p> + +<p>“I have come to say good-bye,” he said.</p> + +<p>“Oh!” she replied; but not a word more.</p> + +<p>“Aren’t you sorry?” he asked again.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” she replied, “because the Farthing Doll put her foot on my dress +this morning in passing me, and tore it. She is a clumsy thing.”</p> + +<p>“You are trying my patience too far,” he said. “Proud Claribelle, +beware! Beware, proud Claribelle!”</p> + +<p>“You confirm me in my resolution,” said<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_133" id="pg_133">133</a></span> she. “I will never marry a Toy +who gives way to his temper over nothing. Once for all, our engagement +is at an end.”</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:334px"> +<a name="illus-054" id="illus-054"></a> +<img src="images/illus-133.jpg" alt="" title="" width="334" /><br /> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_134" id="pg_134">134</a></span>“I cannot believe that,” he said. “Do you really mean it?”</p> + +<p>“Certainly,” she answered.</p> + +<p>“So be it,” he replied.</p> + +<p>Then he got up from his chair with dignity, made a low bow, mounted his +Wagon, and drove away.</p> + +<p>“I almost wish I had not said that,” thought the haughty Beauty +uneasily. “I never meant him to go away so soon. If he had stayed I +should, perhaps, have altered my mind. I will tell him so when he comes +to-morrow.”</p> + +<p>But next day he did not come. Then a few tears fell from Claribelle’s +haughty eyes. Nor did he come on the next, and then she shed more. Nor +on the following day; nor the day after that, nor the day after +<i>that</i>,—nor ever again! And each day poor Claribelle wept more and +more, till it was sad to see her.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:425px"> +<a name="illus-055" id="illus-055"></a> +<img src="images/illus-135.jpg" alt="" title="" width="425" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>At last she heard the Wagoner had left the toy-shop altogether, and she +knew she<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_136" id="pg_136">136</a></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span> should never see him again. And she cried, and cried, and +cried, till she cried away every bit of pride in her nature! Indeed, +from being the proudest Toy in the shop she became the meekest and +gentlest—kind and thoughtful to all.</p> + +<p>So the other Toys would often remark one to the other with surprise and +pleasure:</p> + +<p>“Lo! how poor Claribelle hath been chastened by sorrow!”</p> + +<p>“Poor, <i>poor</i> Claribelle! I <i>am</i> sorry for her!” said the little girl.</p> + +<p>“She had, indeed, a severe lesson,” answered the little Marionette.</p> + +<p>“And did the Wagoner ever come back?”</p> + +<p>“Never, never. He loved, but drove away.”</p> + +<p>“How sad!” sighed the little girl.</p> + +<p>“Sad, indeed,” said the Marionette. “Well, as I always say, let all +young ladies take warning by the story of Proud Claribelle, and then it +will not have been told in vain.”</p> + +<p>There was a pause.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_137" id="pg_137">137</a></span></p> + +<p>Then the little girl said:</p> + +<p>“Next time you tell me a story I should like it to be happy all through. +Happy, you know, from beginning to end.”</p> + +<p>The little Marionette thought a few moments, then shook her head.</p> + +<p>“I can’t remember such a story,” she said. “I think there must be very +few.”</p> + +<p>“I am sorry for that,” answered the little girl, disappointed. “I wanted +very much to hear one.”</p> + +<p>“We must take things as they are,” said the little lady cheerfully. “If +I don’t know many stories that are happy all the way through, I know +plenty that are so at the beginning, or the middle, or the end; or even +more than that.”</p> + +<p>“Which do you like best?” said the little girl.</p> + +<p>“Oh, stories with a happy ending! You can forget that the beginning or +middle has been sad, and you can go away smiling.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_138" id="pg_138">138</a></span></p> + +<p>“Then tell me to-morrow a story that ends happily.”</p> + +<p>“If you will,” said the little Marionette.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:323px"> +<a name="illus-056" id="illus-056"></a> +<img src="images/illus-138.jpg" alt="" title="" width="323" /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class="dashed" /> + +<p> +<a name="ch8" id="ch8"></a><a name="illus-057" id="illus-057"></a> +<img src="images/illus-139a.jpg" class="curveleft" alt="" style="margin-right:100%" /> +<img src="images/illus-139b.jpg" class="curveleft" alt="" /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_139" id="pg_139">139</a></span>On the morrow, when the two met as usual, the Marionette said to the +little girl:</p> + +<p>“Good evening. I have thought of a story that will please you.”</p> + +<p>“Then I suppose it ends most happily, doesn’t it?” asked Molly.</p> + +<p>“Quite right,” she replied. “I am going to tell you one that ends as +happily as you could wish it to. You will, I am sure, be quite satisfied +with the conclusion of:</p> + +<p class="center">“‘<span class="smcap">The Grocer and the Farthing Doll</span>’”</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:400px"> +<a name="illus-058" id="illus-058"></a> +<img src="images/illus-140.jpg" alt="" title="" width="400" /><br /> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_140" id="pg_140">140</a></span>Never was there a love affair more perplexing than the love affair of +the Grocer and the Farthing Doll. It puzzled the whole toy-shop; it even +puzzled the two lovers themselves.</p> + +<p>The affair was rather difficult to understand, but I will try to explain +it to you as simply as I can.</p> + +<p>Everyone knew that the Grocer and the Farthing Doll loved each other; +the Grocer knew he loved the Farthing Doll, but he did not know that she +loved him; the Farthing<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_141" id="pg_141">141</a></span> Doll knew that she loved the Grocer, but she +didn’t know if he loved her.</p> + +<p>So everything was at a stand-still, and none of the other dolls knew how +to bring the matter to a happy end. No one quite liked to interfere. And +for these reasons: The Grocer was very proud and would take no advice, +whilst the Farthing Doll was so sensitive that a single wrong word might +cause her a serious illness. Again, the Grocer wouldn’t ask the Farthing +Doll to marry him because, being a proud Toy, he feared the humiliation +of her saying “No.” She, on her part, would not say much to help him, +lest it should look as if she were forward.</p> + +<p>It was thus that matters stood, when, walking along the counter one day, +the Farthing Doll met the Grocer sauntering by with a sad face.</p> + +<p>“Well!” she exclaimed, with a start of surprise. “Fancy seeing you +here!”</p> + +<p>“My shop is close by,” he answered. “Don’t you remember?”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_142" id="pg_142">142</a></span></p> + +<p>“To be sure,” she said. “How odd of me to forget.”</p> + +<p>“I’m very pleased to see you,” said the Grocer.</p> + +<p>“I am glad of that, for I have every wish to please you,” said the +Farthing Doll.</p> + +<p>“Is that satisfactory?” he asked.</p> + +<p>“It ought to be,” she replied.</p> + +<p>“I don’t know,” the Grocer said. “You may wish to please, without +loving. For instance, you may try to please a turkey by giving him the +best of grain. But that is not because you love him. It is merely +because you wish to fatten him well for your Christmas dinner.”</p> + +<p>“Good-morning!” said the Farthing Doll coldly.</p> + +<p>“Stay!” the Grocer cried. “I have an idea. We appear to have some +difficulty in finding out the Truth. Let us go and hunt for it.”</p> + +<p>“Where is it to be found?” she asked.</p> + +<p>“At the bottom of a Well, so I’ve heard.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_143" id="pg_143">143</a></span></p> + +<p>“Then I suppose the first thing is to find the Well.”</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:384px"> +<a name="illus-059" id="illus-059"></a> +<img src="images/illus-143.jpg" alt="" title="" width="384" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>“Exactly so,” he said. “Come, let us start.” So they walked away hand in +hand. They<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_144" id="pg_144">144</a></span> hunted all up and down the counter, and asked directions of +many dolls. But never a Well could they find.</p> + +<p>“See!” exclaimed the Farthing Doll at last; “here’s a square thing that +looks something like a Well. Go, open it and look down.”</p> + +<p>“What may be inside, though?” he said cautiously.</p> + +<p>“Truth, Truth, you silly thing!” she said impatiently. “Go!”</p> + +<p>So he went and opened the lid.</p> + +<p>But it was not a Well at all. It was merely the abode of +Jack-in-the-box, and when the Grocer looked in Jack jumped out. He +jumped up so suddenly that he knocked the Grocer flat on his back.</p> + +<p>The poor fellow got up and rubbed his head.</p> + +<p>“One gets very hard blows sometimes in the search for Truth,” he said +ruefully.</p> + +<p>“You shouldn’t be in such a hurry,” remarked Jack-in-the-box. “Take +things more calmly, and ask the Policeman. Kindly shut<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_145" id="pg_145">145</a></span> up the lid of my +box. I can’t very well manage it myself, I’m so springy. Close it +firmly, please, or I shall be jumping out again, and I don’t want to do +that. I wish to stay indoors to-day as much as possible, for I have a +heavy cold in my head and am sneezing every two minutes.”</p> + +<p>“<i>That</i> didn’t do much good,” said the Grocer when he had done as he was +asked, and closed the lid of Jack’s box.</p> + +<p>“Let us find the Policeman,” she said, holding out her hand.</p> + +<p>“An excellent idea,” he replied as he took it. “There he is, just +outside that dolls’ house.</p> + +<p>“Constable,” he said, “can you direct us to the Well with Truth at the +bottom?”</p> + +<p>“First to the right, second to the left, and keep on till you come to +it,” the policeman answered, without removing his eyes from the kitchen +window.</p> + +<p>“Not that I ever heard tell of any such<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_146" id="pg_146">146</a></span> Well,” he added, putting his +head inside and speaking to the Little China Doll within.</p> + +<p>“Then you’re a deceiver,” she said severely, as she handed him a joint +of beef tightly gummed on to a wooden platter.</p> + +<p>“You’re sure to arrive at anything if you keep on till you get it,” he +answered carelessly. “So it doesn’t really matter if you take the first +to the right and the second to the left, or the second to the right and +the first to the left. You are bound to get there in time.... This beef +is gummed so tightly to the dish that it is a job to get it off....”</p> + +<p>In the meantime the Grocer and the Farthing Doll were wandering about +trying to find the Well. They sought for a long time, but they could not +see a sign of it.</p> + +<p>“We’ll never find it,” she said in despair. “And I am growing so tired I +am beginning to lose all my good looks. All the crimson is wearing off +my cheeks.”</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:456px"> +<a name="illus-060" id="illus-060"></a> +<img src="images/illus-147.jpg" alt="" title="" width="456" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>“Come, come, my dear, we won’t give up<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_148" id="pg_148">148</a></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span> yet,” he said. “Console +yourself; I believe many others have been in the same plight before us.”</p> + +<p>“I don’t mind if they have,” she said, tired and impatient.</p> + +<p>Now the Grocer was a man of quick intellect. His thoughts were not +solely given to the selling of raisins, currants, flour, rice and other +groceries. As the Farthing Doll spoke, a very clever idea came into his +head.</p> + +<p>“Wait!” he said thoughtfully. “Your last remark has given me a new idea. +You mentioned the word <i>mind</i>! Mind,—mind,—mind. Yes,—now why should +we not give up seeking for truth in a Well, and try to find it in our +minds?”</p> + +<p>“Have we got them?” she asked doubtfully.</p> + +<p>“I think so,” he replied.</p> + +<p>“Then where are they kept?”</p> + +<p>He pondered.</p> + +<p>“In our heads, I imagine,” he said.</p> + +<p>And tapping his forehead to help out his thought he remarked.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_149" id="pg_149">149</a></span></p> + +<p>“Let us begin. Here is my first question: Do you approve of marriages +with Grocers?”</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:421px"> +<a name="illus-061" id="illus-061"></a> +<img src="images/illus-149.jpg" alt="" title="" width="421" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>“Before I answer,” said the Farthing Doll cautiously, “I should like to +hear if you approve<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_150" id="pg_150">150</a></span> of marriages with Farthing Dolls? Some people +don’t.”</p> + +<p>“Ladies first. It is your place to reply to me before I reply to you.”</p> + +<p>“I prefer the last word; you may have the first.”</p> + +<p>“It is all very well to expect me to answer you, but supposing <i>I</i> said +‘Yes’ and <i>you</i> said ‘No,’ fancy how my pride would suffer!”</p> + +<p>“But supposing I said ‘Yes’ and you said ‘No,’ picture to yourself what +my feelings would be. I should not recover from the blow.”</p> + +<p>“We have got ourselves into a difficult position,” said the Grocer. “Let +us start afresh. If I wrote you a letter, how would you answer it?”</p> + +<p>“As I thought best,” she said. “But tell me how would you write it?”</p> + +<p>“As I thought fit,” he replied. “What would your ‘best’ be?”</p> + +<p>“That would depend on your ‘fit’,” she answered.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_151" id="pg_151">151</a></span></p> + +<p>The Grocer sighed and knit his brows.</p> + +<p>“It seems very difficult to come to an understanding with you,” he said.</p> + +<p>And then they were both silent for a long while. As a matter of fact, +this was because they were both so depressed that they could think of +nothing further to say.</p> + +<p>The Farthing Doll was the first to break the silence.</p> + +<p>“Perhaps,” she said sadly, “we had better start looking for that Well +again. The Policeman told us that if we kept on we should come to it.”</p> + +<p>“I am not sure that I trust the Policeman,” he answered. “It struck me +that he wished, unobserved, to enjoy some food from the dolls’ house +kitchen. He wanted to get rid of us.”</p> + +<p>“What is to be done then?” she asked.</p> + +<p>The Grocer thought for a long while. Then he spoke again.</p> + +<p>“I have another idea,” he remarked. “Let<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_152" id="pg_152">152</a></span> us look for Truth not in the +Well, nor in our Minds, but in our Hearts. Do you agree?”</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:370px"> +<a name="illus-062" id="illus-062"></a> +<img src="images/illus-152.jpg" alt="" title="" width="370" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>“Yes, I do,” she said. “But how shall we set about it?”</p> + +<p>“Let our Hearts speak,” he replied.</p> + +<p>After this they were silent for a moment or<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_153" id="pg_153">153</a></span> two. Then the Grocer and +the Farthing Doll clasped each other’s hands and spoke at the same +moment.</p> + +<p style="margin-left:2em"> +“My Heart’s Dearest, I love you,” said he.<br /> +“You are my Best Beloved,” said she.</p> + +<p>So the matter ended happily, to their own joy and to the joy of the +whole toy-shop.</p> + +<p>And these two lovers found Truth at last: not in the bottom of a Well, +but in the depths of their own Hearts.</p> + +<p>And they married and were happy ever after.</p> + +<hr class="minor" /> + +<p>“That was a nice ending,” remarked the little girl. “I like it.”</p> + +<p>“Yes; very satisfactory, wasn’t it?” said the little lady.</p> + +<p>“How will the next story end, happily or sadly?”</p> + +<p>“I haven’t thought of it yet. You shall know to-morrow.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_154" id="pg_154">154</a></span></p> + +<p>“I think I must go now,” said the little girl. “I promised my little +cousin to have a game of nine-pins with her before bed-time.”</p> + +<p>“Wait,” said the Marionette. “I have something to tell you. I think +to-morrow evening will be the last time I shall be able to speak with +you. My power of talking to a Mortal is going; it will not last after +our next meeting.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, I <i>am</i> sorry!” exclaimed the little girl. “I do not leave till two +days after to-morrow, and I thought that you would be able to go on +telling me stories up to the very last evening.”</p> + +<p>The little Marionette shook her head.</p> + +<p>“It will be impossible,” said she.</p> + +<p>“And after to-morrow we shall not be able to talk to each other any +more,” exclaimed the little girl. “Oh, how sad!”</p> + +<p>“Never mind, even if we cannot talk we can remain good friends. The +deepest friendship is often the quietest.”</p> + +<p>“Then we can be very great friends indeed,” said the little girl with +much affection. “I am so glad, dear!”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_155" id="pg_155">155</a></span></p> + +<p>“I am going out to-morrow afternoon to see the pantomime, but I shall +come here as early as I can,” she added as she went away. “Don’t you be +late.”</p> + +<p>“No, I won’t,” answered the Marionette.</p> + +<p>“Remember!”</p> + +<p>“Yes, I’ll remember.”</p> + +<p>“<i>How</i> will you remember?”</p> + +<p>“I’ll tie a knot in my hair, so that when I brush it I shall feel that +there is something to recollect.”</p> + +<p>“That’s a good idea,” said the little girl, and ran away in content.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:317px"> +<a name="illus-063" id="illus-063"></a> +<img src="images/illus-155.jpg" alt="" title="" width="317" /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class="dashed" /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:403px"> +<a name="ch9" id="ch9"></a><a name="illus-064" id="illus-064"></a> +<img src="images/illus-156.jpg" alt="" title="" width="403" /><br /> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_156" id="pg_156">156</a></span>The next evening, as soon as the little girl came in, she went to their +meeting-place by the Noah’s Ark.</p> + +<p>But the little Marionette was not to be found.</p> + +<p>“This is too bad of her!” said the little girl. “Our last time! And +after she has promised not to be late!”</p> + +<p>Tears rose to her eyes.</p> + +<p>“I am very much disappointed,” said she as she walked up and down the +shop looking for her friend.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_157" id="pg_157">157</a></span></p> + +<p>“I shall never find her.... Why, <i>there</i> she is!” she exclaimed +suddenly.</p> + +<p>And she hurried up to the little Marionette, who, half-concealed by a +big Drum, lay on the ground beside a Puzzle.</p> + +<p>“You are not very kind,” remarked the little girl reproachfully. “I +asked you to be early, and you never came at all.”</p> + +<p>“I am very sorry,” answered the little Marionette in a tired voice.</p> + +<p>Then she sat up, and the little girl saw with much sorrow and surprise +that she was quite disfigured. Her nose was broken, her eyes were +crooked, and her face was quite knocked about. All the little girl’s +annoyance vanished, and her heart was full of pity.</p> + +<p>“Oh, you poor dear little dolly!” she cried; “what <i>has</i> happened to +you?”</p> + +<p>“I have hurt myself,” was the answer. “I tripped up over this Puzzle.”</p> + +<p>“I am sorry. Are you very badly hurt?” asked her little friend with +pity.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_158" id="pg_158">158</a></span></p> + +<p>“Never mind me. I promised to tell you one more story, and I shall do +so,” answered the little Marionette.</p> + +<p>She spoke very sadly, and the little girl picked her up and kissed her.</p> + +<p>“Would you not like to put off telling me a story to-day?” she asked.</p> + +<p>“No. I should like to do so,” the Marionette answered, “for it is our +last meeting. Put me back on the counter and I will tell it to you.”</p> + +<p>“Shall I put you back where I found you?”</p> + +<p>“No, take me back to our old place. I am tired of this Puzzle.”</p> + +<p>So the little girl took her to the Noah’s Ark, and placed her with her +back to it.</p> + +<p>“What is your story about, dear?” the little girl asked, drawing her +chair close to the counter, and bending her head close to the little +Marionette, the better to hear her small voice—weaker and more tiny +that evening than usual.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_159" id="pg_159">159</a></span></p> + +<p>“About a little Marionette like myself, whose best and dearest friend +left her and thought she didn’t mind. And all the while she minded so +very much! More than she knew how to say!”</p> + +<p>“Poor little Marionette!” said Molly.</p> + +<p>“It <i>was</i> sad, for it was only a mistake, wasn’t it?” said the little +Marionette lady with a sigh. “But you shall hear all about it. Listen +whilst I tell you the story of:</p> + +<p class="center">“‘<span class="smcap">The Last Performance.</span>’”</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:410px"> +<a name="illus-065" id="illus-065"></a> +<img src="images/illus-160.jpg" alt="" title="" width="410" /><br /> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_160" id="pg_160">160</a></span>The two little Marionette dolls had just finished their dance before an +admiring throng of Toys, and the curtain had, that moment, fallen upon +their last performance.</p> + +<p>“So now,” sighed the little lady Marionette to her partner; “so now the +play is over. We shall never act together again. I heard the woman who +owned the shop say that she was going to separate us, and sell us as +ordinary Toys. She said there was so little demand<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_161" id="pg_161">161</a></span> for Marionettes +nowadays.... But you heard that as well as I, didn’t you?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, I heard,” he answered. “And more, too. She said she was going to +send me away with some other Toys to a Christmas-tree. So that it will +be good-bye for a long while.”</p> + +<p>The little lady Marionette patted the paniers of her pretty brocade +dress and remained silent.</p> + +<p>“You don’t mind that, do you?” her partner said. “I thought you +wouldn’t.”</p> + +<p>“I do mind,” she answered at last.</p> + +<p>“Yes; very much I am sure,” he said.</p> + +<p>“You hurt my feelings,” she replied.</p> + +<p>“I wouldn’t do that for the whole world—not for ten worlds,” he +answered.</p> + +<p>She smiled.</p> + +<p>“Oh, you smile!” he said. “Then you do not mind very much after all.”</p> + +<p>“I smile because it makes me happy to hear you speak kindly to me +again,” she answered.</p> + +<p>But her answer did not please him.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_162" id="pg_162">162</a></span></p> + +<p>“You smile at everything,” he said “Nothing troubles you much.”</p> + +<p>“It troubles me that you should be going away; away from me into the +wide world,” she said.</p> + +<p>“It will trouble you for half an hour, not longer,” said he. “Only half +an hour, that’s all. I must leave you now.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t,” said she. “<i>Stay.</i>”</p> + +<p>“I can’t,” said he. “Good-bye.”</p> + +<p>And he went straight away without another word.</p> + +<p>“He does not know how dear he is to my heart or he would not leave me +so,” said the little Marionette to herself after he had left.</p> + +<p>Then she threw herself down on the counter and cried as if her heart +were breaking. She threw herself down so violently that she broke her +nose and knocked her eyes awry. But she was too miserable to care. She +lay still and cried on.</p> + +<p>At last a friend of hers came along—a friend<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_163" id="pg_163">163</a></span> who was a Doll of common +sense and practical ways.</p> + +<p>“What is all this about?” she asked. “Why are you crying?”</p> + +<p>“Because half an hour may last for so long,” wept the little Marionette.</p> + +<p>“You are talking nonsense,” she replied contemptuously. “Everybody knows +that half an hour can only last thirty minutes.”</p> + +<p>“Not always. It may sometimes last a whole year—many years.”</p> + +<p>“Tut, tut!” replied the common-sense Doll; “you have no reasoning power. +That I can see by your face. Still, if I can help you I will. What would +you have me do?”</p> + +<p>“Give me back my dream,” said the Marionette. Then she covered her face +with her hands and gave a great sigh.</p> + +<p>The common-sense Doll looked even more practical than before.</p> + +<p>“That is it, is it?” she said. “A morbid longing after a Dream. I begin +to understand.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_164" id="pg_164">164</a></span> Nerves,—indigestion,—too many sweet things,—I fear I +cannot, then, be of much assistance. However, the General of the Tin +Soldiers has a wonderful turn for doctoring, quite a natural gift. I +will send him to you. He may be able to do you some good.”</p> + +<p>So she went on her way, and the little Marionette was once more alone +with her sorrow and regret.</p> + +<p>By and by, however, the General of the Tin Soldiers trotted up on his +handsome black charger, and reined in before her.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:393px"> +<a name="illus-066" id="illus-066"></a> +<img src="images/illus-165.jpg" alt="" title="" width="393" /><br /> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_165" id="pg_165">165</a></span>“My dear little lady,” he said kindly, if pompously, “in what pitiful +condition do I find you? Come, come, tell an old soldier, who has been +through much himself, all about it.” And, as she did not at once answer: +“Well,” he continued good-naturedly, “never mind. Do not trouble to +speak, I will prescribe for you. I recognize your complaint, and have +already treated with much success a large number of my Tin Soldiers +suffering in<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_166" id="pg_166">166</a></span> the same way. This, then, is my prescription for your +malady: plenty of fresh air; exercise in moderation; early hours and +plain diet. But don’t let your diet become monotonous. For example, a +rice pudding one day, sago the next, tapioca the third. And a little +gentle amusement every now and then to keep up your spirits; Christy +Minstrels; a pleasant, little musical gathering of friends; and so on. +Finally, a powerful tonic to put a little more color into those poor +little cheeks. Kindly permit me to feel your pulse.”</p> + +<p>And so saying the General bent from his saddle and courteously took the +little Marionette’s hand. Then, looking much alarmed, “<i>Galloping, +galloping!</i>” he exclaimed, “I must do likewise, and order you a tonic at +the nearest chemist’s without delay.”</p> + +<p>And putting spurs into his horse he rode away hurriedly.</p> + +<p>“All that won’t do me any good,” said the little Marionette aloud. “I +don’t want that.”</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:454px"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_167" id="pg_167">167</a></span> +<a name="illus-067" id="illus-067"></a> +<img src="images/illus-167.jpg" alt="" title="" width="454" /><br /> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_168" id="pg_168">168</a></span>“What do I want?” she sighed.</p> + +<p>“A jest, my good creature,” said a voice near her, and looking up she +saw the Clown with his hands in his pockets dancing a double-shuffle in +front of her.</p> + +<p>“A jest,” he repeated. Then as he danced and shook the bells on his cap, +he chanted in time to the movement of his feet—</p> + +<p style="margin-left:2em"> +“Broken nose and crooked eyes,<br /> +Broken heart and mournful sighs,—<br /> +Life’s a jest for a’ that.”</p> + +<p>“No, it isn’t; not to me,” answered the little Marionette very sadly.</p> + +<p>“It will be, by and by,” he said cheerfully.</p> + +<p>“No; not to me,” she repeated.</p> + +<p>The Clown looked at her with sympathy.</p> + +<p>“Shall I tell you a good story?” he asked. “Quite one of my best?”</p> + +<p>“You are very kind,” said the little Marionette. “I think, though, I +would rather hear it another time, if you do not mind.”</p> + +<p>“Not at all,” answered the Clown as he<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_169" id="pg_169">169</a></span> danced away, jingling his bells +as he went. “<i>I</i> don’t mind, I’m not easily hurt. But take my advice, if +the situation is not a jest in itself make a jest dove-tail into the +situation. Good-bye, my little friend. Cheer up.”</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:425px"> +<a name="illus-068" id="illus-068"></a> +<img src="images/illus-169.jpg" alt="" title="" width="425" /><br /> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_170" id="pg_170">170</a></span>“Cheer up!” repeated the little lady. “But it is not easy. I shall have +to wait until the half-hour is over before I can do that.”</p> + +<p>After this she lay on the counter quietly, without taking notice of +anything or anyone. And the other Toys, seeing she wished to be left to +herself, did not disturb her.</p> + +<p>By and by, the time when the Toys are able to talk and move about passed +by, and they all became still once more: just as you are accustomed to +see them. And people passed in and out, and to and fro, but the little +lady Marionette lay unobserved—alone and unhappy in her corner of the +counter.</p> + +<p>“The half-hour is very long,” she said. “Will it ever end? My heart is +very heavy....”</p> + +<p>The little Marionette made a long pause.</p> + +<p>“Go on, if you please,” said the little girl.</p> + +<p>But the little lady remained silent.</p> + +<p>“<i>Do</i> go on,” repeated her small friend.</p> + +<p>Yet she never answered.<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_171" id="pg_171">171</a></span></p> + +<p><img src="images/illus-171a.jpg" class="curveleft" alt="" /> +<img src="images/illus-171b.jpg" class="curveleft" alt="" /> +<a name="illus-069" id="illus-069"></a> +“What is the matter with you?” asked the little girl impatiently.</p> + +<p>She looked closely at the Marionette as she spoke.</p> + +<p>Why, were those tears she saw, or was it only the light<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_172" id="pg_172">172</a></span> shining upon +the little lady’s glass eyes? Glass eyes shine very easily, it is true. +Still, supposing she <i>were</i> crying and wanted to be comforted? She would +ask her.</p> + +<p>“You are not crying, dear, are you?” said the little girl.</p> + +<p>The little Marionette gave a great sigh.</p> + +<p>“Perhaps,” she replied gently.</p> + +<p>“What is it about?” asked the little girl with much sympathy.</p> + +<p>Then all at once she understood.</p> + +<p>“I believe,” she exclaimed, “you have been telling me a story about +yourself! It all happened to you to-day, while I was away, didn’t it?”</p> + +<p>The little lady rubbed two tiny wax hands across her two glass eyes. +“You have guessed rightly,” she said in a little faltering voice.</p> + +<p>“Oh, I am sorry!” said her little friend with great sympathy. “I have +been out all the afternoon, so I never heard Auntie say she was going to +send you and your partner away from each other. And fancy his going away +and<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_173" id="pg_173">173</a></span> leaving you as he did! You poor little thing, how I <i>wish</i> I could +do something to make you happier!”</p> + +<p>Molly thought a moment. “I know!” she exclaimed; “you shall belong to +me, my dear. I shall ask Auntie to give you to me, and you shall be my +very own dolly!”</p> + +<p>“Come with me, darling,” she continued, hugging the little Marionette +tightly, “and I will sing you to sleep in Auntie’s big rocking-chair. I +will make up a nice song all by myself and all about you. You will see +then how much I love you, and you won’t cry any more. When you wake up +you will feel happier again.”</p> + +<p>And going into the room at the back of the shop, she drew a +rocking-chair near the cheerful blaze of the bright fire and sat down, +still clasping the little Marionette in her arms.</p> + +<p>At first she rocked to and fro silently, and with a thoughtful +expression. Presently she gave a sudden jerk to the rocking-chair, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_174" id="pg_174">174</a></span> +sung in a shrill sweet voice, and with some energy—</p> + +<p style="margin-left:2em"> +“Lulla<i>by</i>, little dolly, lulla<i>by</i>, lulla<i>by</i>,<br /> +Your poor nose is broken, your eyes are awry,<br /> +But I’ll love you and kiss you, so you must just try<br /> +Not to cry, little dolly,—lulla<i>by</i>, lulla<i>by</i>.”</p> + +<p>“Lullaby,” she said more gently, and kissed her fondly. Then she began +afresh, but more softly and soothingly—</p> + +<p style="margin-left:2em"> +“Lulla<i>by</i>, little dolly, lulla<i>by</i>, lulla<i>by</i>,<br /> +You know you are ugly and rather a guy,<br /> +But my arms are around you, so why should you sigh?<br /> +Just you sleep, little dolly,—lulla<i>by</i>, lulla<i>by</i>.”</p> + +<p>“Lullaby,” she whispered, and kissed her again very tenderly.</p> + +<p>“This is not poetry, only rhyme, and not very flattering rhyme either,” +murmured the little Marionette. “But if it is not poetry it is love.... +And it brings comfort to my sore heart, which the reasoning, and the +doctoring, and the jesting could not do....”<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_175" id="pg_175">175</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:444px"> +<a name="illus-070" id="illus-070"></a> +<img src="images/illus-175.jpg" alt="" title="" width="444" /><br /> +</div> + +<p>She whispered something more, but very weakly. Her power of talking to a +Mortal<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_176" id="pg_176">176</a></span> had all but left her, and the child had to put her head quite +close to the little lady so as to be able to catch what she said.</p> + +<p>“Let me always stay with you,” the little Marionette just managed to +whisper.</p> + +<p>“Always, dear,” said her little friend.</p> + +<p>And then the little lady fell asleep quite happily. That at least was +what the little girl thought. And if <i>she</i> thought so <i>we</i> might as well +think the same.</p> + +<hr class="minor" /> + +<p>“You want me to give you that little Marionette?” said the owner of the +toy-shop to the little girl that same evening. “Very well, Molly, you +shall have her.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, thank you, Auntie!” replied her little niece with much gratitude.</p> + +<p>“There is not very much to thank me for,” remarked her aunt. “She is not +worth anything now. I can’t imagine,” she added, “how it is that she has +got so knocked about.”</p> + +<p>Now the little girl had no need to imagine<span class="pagenum"><a name="pg_177" id="pg_177">177</a></span> it, for she knew. But she +kept her knowledge to herself, fearing that if she told her Aunt what +had happened she would be laughed at as a fanciful child.</p> + +<p>But we should not have laughed at her,—should we? There would have been +no fancy at out the matter for us. For <i>we</i> know that the Toy World is a +very real World indeed!</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width:426px"> +<a name="illus-071" id="illus-071"></a> +<img src="images/illus-177.jpg" alt="" title="" width="426" /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class="full" /> + +<div style="font-size:0.7071em"> + +<p class="center">ALTEMUS’ NEW ILLUSTRATED<br /> +<span style="font-size:1.4em">Young People’s Library</span></p> + +<p>A new series of choice literature for children, selected from the best +and most popular works. 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Nataline Crumpton.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Charles Dickens’ Children Stories.</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">The Children’s Shakespeare.</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Young Robin Hood.</span> By G. Manville Fenn.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Honor Bright.</span> By Mary C. Rowsell.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">The Voyage of the Mary Adair.</span> By Frances E. Crompton.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">The Kingfisher’s Egg.</span> By L. T. Meade.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tattine.</span> By Ruth Ogden.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">The Doings of a Dear Little Couple.</span> By Mary D. Brine.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Our Soldier Boy.</span> By G. Manville Fenn.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">The Little Skipper.</span> By G. Manville Fenn.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Little Gervaise and Other Stories.</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">The Christmas Fairy.</span> By John Strange Winter.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Molly the Drummer Boy.</span> By Harriet T. Comstock.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">How a “Dear Little Couple” Went Abroad.</span> By Mary D. Brine.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">The Rose-Carnation.</span> By Frances E. Crompton.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mother’s Little Man.</span> By Mary D. Brine.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Little Swan Maidens.</span> By Frances E. Crompton.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Little Lady Val.</span> By Evelyn Everett Green.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">A Young Hero.</span> By G. Manville Fenn.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Queen of the Day.</span> By L. T. Meade.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">That Little French Baby.</span> By John Strange Winter.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">The Powder Monkey.</span> By G. Manville Fenn.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">The Doll that Talked.</span> By Tudor Jenks.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">What Charlie Found to Do.</span> By Amanda M. Douglas.</p> + +<hr class="dashed" /> + +<p class="center">Altemus’<br /> +<span style="font-size:1.4em">Young Folks Puzzle Pictures’ Series</span></p> + +<p>A new series for young people, including numerous Puzzle Pictures by the +best artists. Full cloth, illuminated cover design. Price, 50 cents +each.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mother Goose’s Puzzle Pictures.</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">The Tale of Peter Rabbit, with Puzzle Pictures.</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Animal Tales, with Puzzle Pictures.</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">The Night Before Christmas, with Puzzle Pictures.</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Dog Tales, Cat Tales and Other Tales, with Puzzle Pictures.</span></p> + +<hr class="minor" /> + +<p class="center">Altemus’ Illustrated<br /> +<span style="font-size:1.4em">Mother Stories Series</span></p> + +<p>An entirely new series, including the best stories that mothers can tell +their children. Handsomely printed and profusely illustrated. Ornamental +cloth. Price, 50 cents each.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mother Stories.</span> 89 illustrations.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mother Nursery Rhymes and Tales.</span> 135 illustrations.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mother Fairy Tales.</span> 117 illustrations.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mother Nature Stories.</span> 97 illustrations.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mother Stories from the Old Testament.</span> 45 illustrations.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mother Stories from the New Testament.</span> 45 illustrations.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mother Bedtime Stories.</span> 86 illustrations.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mother Animal Stories.</span> 92 illustrations.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mother Bird Stories.</span> 131 illustrations.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mother Santa Claus Stories.</span> 91 illustrations.</p> + +<hr class="dashed" /> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="font-size:1.4em">The Motor Boat Club Series</span><br /> +By H. IRVING HANCOCK</p> + +<p>The keynote of these books is manliness. The stories are wonderfully +entertaining, and they are at the same time sound and wholesome. No boy +will willingly lay down an unfinished book in this series.</p> + +<p>1 THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB OF THE KENNEBEC; Or, The Secret of Smugglers’ +Island.</p> + +<p>2 THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB AT NANTUCKET; Or, The Mystery of the Dunstan Heir.</p> + +<p>3 THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB OFF LONG ISLAND; Or, A Daring Marine Game at +Racing Speed.</p> + +<p>4 THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB AND THE WIRELESS; Or, The Dot, Dash and Dare +Cruise.</p> + +<p>5 THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB IN FLORIDA; Or, Laying the Ghost of Alligator +Swamp.</p> + +<p>6 THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB AT THE GOLDEN GATE; Or, A Thrilling Capture in the +Great Fog.</p> + +<p>7 THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB ON THE GREAT LAKES; Or, The Flying Dutchman of the +Big Fresh Water.</p> + +<table width="100%" summary=""><tr><td align="left">Cloth, Illustrated</td><td align="right">Price, per Volume, 50c.</td></tr></table> + +<hr class="minor" /> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="font-size:1.4em">The Range and Grange Hustlers</span><br /> +By FRANK GEE PATCHIN</p> + +<p>Have you any idea of the excitements, the glories of life on great +ranches in the West? Any bright boy will “devour” the books of this +series, once he has made a start with the first volume.</p> + +<p>1 THE RANGE AND GRANGE HUSTLERS ON THE RANCH; Or, The Boy Shepherds of +the Great Divide.</p> + +<p>2 THE RANGE AND GRANGE HUSTLERS’ GREATEST ROUND-UP; Or, Pitting Their +Wits Against a Packers’ Combine.</p> + +<p>3 THE RANGE AND GRANGE HUSTLERS ON THE PLAINS; Or, Following the Steam +Plows Across the Prairie.</p> + +<p>4 THE RANGE AND GRANGE HUSTLERS AT CHICAGO; Or, The Conspiracy of the +Wheat Pit.</p> + +<table width="100%" summary=""><tr><td align="left">Cloth, Illustrated</td><td align="right">Price, per Volume, 50c.</td></tr></table> + +<hr class="dashed" /> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="font-size:1.4em">Submarine Boys Series</span><br /> +By VICTOR G. DURHAM</p> + +<p>These splendid books for boys and girls deal with life aboard submarine +torpedo boats, and with the adventures of the young crew, and possess, +in addition to the author’s surpassing knack of storytelling, a great +educational value for all young readers.</p> + +<p>1 THE SUBMARINE BOYS ON DUTY; Or, Life on a Diving Torpedo Boat.</p> + +<p>2 THE SUBMARINE BOYS’ TRIAL TRIP; Or, “Making Good” as Young Experts.</p> + +<p>3 THE SUBMARINE BOYS AND THE MIDDIES; Or, The Prize Detail at Annapolis.</p> + +<p>4 THE SUBMARINE BOYS AND THE SPIES; Or, Dodging the Sharks of the Deep.</p> + +<p>5 THE SUBMARINE BOYS’ LIGHTNING CRUISE; Or, The Young Kings of the Deep.</p> + +<p>6 THE SUBMARINE BOYS FOR THE FLAG; Or, Deeding Their Lives to Uncle Sam.</p> + +<p>7 THE SUBMARINE BOYS AND THE SMUGGLERS; Or, Breaking Up the New Jersey +Customs Frauds.</p> + +<table width="100%" summary=""><tr><td align="left">Cloth, Illustrated</td><td align="right">Price, per Volume, 50c.</td></tr></table> + +<hr class="minor" /> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="font-size:1.4em">The Square Dollar Boys Series</span><br /> +By H. IRVING HANCOCK</p> + +<p>The reading boy will be a voter within a few years; these books are +bound to make him think, and when he casts his vote he will do it more +intelligently for having read these volumes.</p> + +<p>1 THE SQUARE DOLLAR BOYS WAKE UP; Or, Fighting the Trolley Franchise +Steal.</p> + +<p>2 THE SQUARE DOLLAR BOYS SMASH THE RING; Or, In the Lists Against the +Crooked Land Deal.</p> + +<table width="100%" summary=""><tr><td align="left">Cloth, Illustrated</td><td align="right">Price, per Volume, 50c.</td></tr></table> + +<hr class="minor" /> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="font-size:1.4em">Ben Lightbody Series</span><br /> +By WALTER BENHAM</p> + +<p>1 BEN LIGHTBODY, SPECIAL; Or, Seizing His First Chance to Make Good.</p> + +<p>2 BEN LIGHTBODY’S BIGGEST PUZZLE; Or, Running the Double Ghost to Earth.</p> + +<table width="100%" summary=""><tr><td align="left">Cloth, Illustrated</td><td align="right">Price, per Volume, 50c.</td></tr></table> + +<hr class="dashed" /> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="font-size:1.4em">Pony Rider Boys Series</span><br /> +By FRANK GEE PATCHIN</p> + +<p>These tales may be aptly described as those of a new Cooper. In every +sense they belong to the best class of books for boys and girls.</p> + +<p>1 THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN THE ROCKIES; Or, The Secret of the Lost Claim.</p> + +<p>2 THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN TEXAS; Or, The Veiled Riddle of the Plains.</p> + +<p>3 THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN MONTANA; Or, The Mystery of the Old Custer +Trail.</p> + +<p>4 THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN THE OZARKS; Or, The Secret of Ruby Mountain.</p> + +<p>5 THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN THE ALKALI; Or, Finding a Key to the Desert +Maze.</p> + +<p>6 THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN NEW MEXICO; Or, The End of the Silver Trail.</p> + +<p>7 THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN THE GRAND CANYON; Or, The Mystery of Bright +Angel Gulch.</p> + +<table width="100%" summary=""><tr><td align="left">Cloth, Illustrated</td><td align="right">Price, per Volume, 50c.</td></tr></table> + +<hr class="minor" /> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="font-size:1.4em">The Boys of Steel Series</span><br /> +By JAMES R. MEARS</p> + +<p>The author has made of these volumes a series of romances with scenes +laid in the iron and steel world. Each book presents a vivid picture of +some phase of this great industry. The information given is exact and +truthful; above all, each story is full of adventure and fascination.</p> + +<p>1 THE IRON BOYS IN THE MINES; Or, Starting at the Bottom of the Shaft.</p> + +<p>2 THE IRON BOYS AS FOREMEN; Or, Heading the Diamond Drill Shift.</p> + +<p>3 THE IRON BOYS ON THE ORE BOATS; Or, Roughing It on the Great Lakes.</p> + +<p>4 THE IRON BOYS IN THE STEEL MILLS; Or, Beginning Anew in the Cinder +Pits.</p> + +<table width="100%" summary=""><tr><td align="left">Cloth, Illustrated</td><td align="right">Price, per Volume, 50c.</td></tr></table> + +<hr class="dashed" /> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="font-size:1.4em">West Point Series</span><br /> +By H. IRVING HANCOCK</p> + +<p>The principal characters in these narratives are manly, young Americans +whose doings will inspire all boy readers.</p> + +<p>1 DICK PRESCOTT’S FIRST YEAR AT WEST POINT; Or, Two Chums in the Cadet +Gray.</p> + +<p>2 DICK PRESCOTT’S SECOND YEAR AT WEST POINT; Or, Finding the Glory of +the Soldier’s Life.</p> + +<p>3 DICK PRESCOTT’S THIRD YEAR AT WEST POINT; Or, Standing Firm for Flag +and Honor.</p> + +<p>4 DICK PRESCOTT’S FOURTH YEAR AT WEST POINT; Or, Ready to Drop the Gray +for Shoulder Straps.</p> + +<table width="100%" summary=""><tr><td align="left">Cloth, Illustrated</td><td align="right">Price, per Volume, 50c.</td></tr></table> + +<hr class="minor" /> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="font-size:1.4em">Annapolis Series</span><br /> +By H. IRVING HANCOCK</p> + +<p>The Spirit of the new Navy is delightfully and truthfully depicted in +these volumes.</p> + +<p>1 DAVE DARRIN’S FIRST YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS; Or, Two Plebe Midshipmen at the +U. S. Naval Academy.</p> + +<p>2 DAVE DARRIN’S SECOND YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS; Or, Two Midshipmen as Naval +Academy “Youngsters.”</p> + +<p>3 DAVE DARRIN’S THIRD YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS; Or, Leaders of the Second Class +Midshipmen.</p> + +<p>4 DAVE DARRIN’S FOURTH YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS; Or, Headed for Graduation and +the Big Cruise.</p> + +<table width="100%" summary=""><tr><td align="left">Cloth, Illustrated</td><td align="right">Price, per Volume, 50c.</td></tr></table> + +<hr class="minor" /> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="font-size:1.4em">The Young Engineers Series</span><br /> +By H. IRVING HANCOCK</p> + +<p>The heroes of these stories are known to readers of the High School Boys +Series. In this new series Tom Reade and Harry Hazelton prove worthy of +all the traditions of Dick & Co.</p> + +<p>1 THE YOUNG ENGINEERS IN COLORADO; Or, At Railroad Building in Earnest.</p> + +<p>2 THE YOUNG ENGINEERS IN ARIZONA; Or, Laying Tracks on the “Man-Killer” +Quicksand.</p> + +<p>3 THE YOUNG ENGINEERS IN NEVADA; Or, Seeking Fortune on the Turn of a +Pick.</p> + +<p>4 THE YOUNG ENGINEERS IN MEXICO; Or, Fighting the Mine Swindlers.</p> + +<table width="100%" summary=""><tr><td align="left">Cloth, Illustrated</td><td align="right">Price, per Volume, 50c.</td></tr></table> + +<hr class="dashed" /> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="font-size:1.4em">Boys of the Army Series</span><br /> +By H. IRVING HANCOCK</p> + +<p>These books breathe the life and spirit of the United States Army of +to-day, and the life, just as it is, is described by a master pen.</p> + +<p>1 UNCLE SAM’S BOYS IN THE RANKS; Or, Two Recruits in the United States +Army.</p> + +<p>2 UNCLE SAM’S BOYS ON FIELD DUTY; Or, Winning Corporal’s Chevrons.</p> + +<p>3 UNCLE SAM’S BOYS AS SERGEANTS; Or, Handling Their First Real Commands.</p> + +<p>4 UNCLE SAM’S BOYS IN THE PHILIPPINES; Or, Following the Flag Against +the Moros.</p> + +<p>(<i>Other volumes to follow rapidly.</i>)</p> + +<table width="100%" summary=""><tr><td align="left">Cloth, Illustrated</td><td align="right">Price, per Volume, 50c.</td></tr></table> + +<hr class="minor" /> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="font-size:1.4em">Battleship Boys Series</span><br /> +By FRANK GEE PATCHIN</p> + +<p>These stories throb with the life of young Americans on to-day’s huge +drab Dreadnaughts.</p> + +<p>1 THE BATTLESHIP BOYS AT SEA; Or, Two Apprentices in Uncle Sam’s Navy.</p> + +<p>2 THE BATTLESHIP BOYS FIRST STEP UPWARD; Or, Winning Their Grades as +Petty Officers.</p> + +<p>3 THE BATTLESHIP BOYS IN FOREIGN SERVICE; Or, Earning New Ratings in +European Seas.</p> + +<p>4 THE BATTLESHIP BOYS IN THE TROPICS; Or, Upholding the American Flag in +a Honduras Revolution.</p> + +<p>(<i>Other volumes to follow rapidly.</i>)</p> + +<table width="100%" summary=""><tr><td align="left">Cloth, Illustrated</td><td align="right">Price, per Volume, 50c.</td></tr></table> + +<hr class="minor" /> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="font-size:1.4em">The Meadow-Brook Girls Series</span><br /> +By JANET ALDRIDGE</p> + +<p>Real live stories pulsing with the vibrant atmosphere of outdoor life.</p> + +<p>1 THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS UNDER CANVAS; Or, Fun and Frolic in the Summer +Camp.</p> + +<p>2 THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS ACROSS COUNTRY; Or, The Young Pathfinders on a +Summer Hike.</p> + +<p>3 THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS AFLOAT; Or, The Stormy Cruise of the Red Rover.</p> + +<table width="100%" summary=""><tr><td align="left">Cloth, Illustrated</td><td align="right">Price, per Volume, 50c.</td></tr></table> + +<hr class="dashed" /> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="font-size:1.4em">High School Boys Series</span><br /> +By H. IRVING HANCOCK</p> + +<p>In this series of bright, crisp books a new note has been struck.</p> + +<p>Boys of every age under sixty will be interested in these fascinating +volumes.</p> + +<p>1 THE HIGH SCHOOL FRESHMEN; Or, Dick & Co.’s First Year Pranks and +Sports.</p> + +<p>2 THE HIGH SCHOOL PITCHER; Or, Dick & Co. on the Gridley Diamond.</p> + +<p>3 THE HIGH SCHOOL LEFT END; Or, Dick & Co. Grilling on the Football +Gridiron.</p> + +<p>4 THE HIGH SCHOOL CAPTAIN OF THE TEAM; Or, Dick & Co. Leading the +Athletic Vanguard.</p> + +<table width="100%" summary=""><tr><td align="left">Cloth, Illustrated</td><td align="right">Price, per Volume, 50c.</td></tr></table> + +<hr class="minor" /> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="font-size:1.4em">Grammar School Boys Series</span><br /> +By H. IRVING HANCOCK</p> + +<p>This series of stories, based on the actual doings of grammar school +boys, comes near to the heart of the average American boy.</p> + +<p>1 THE GRAMMAR SCHOOL BOYS OF GRIDLEY; Or, Dick & Co. Start Things +Moving.</p> + +<p>2 THE GRAMMAR SCHOOL BOYS SNOWBOUND; Or, Dick & Co. at Winter Sports.</p> + +<p>3 THE GRAMMAR SCHOOL BOYS IN THE WOODS; Or, Dick & Co. Trail Fun and +Knowledge.</p> + +<p>4 THE GRAMMAR SCHOOL BOYS IN SUMMER ATHLETICS; Or, Dick & Co. Make Their +Fame Secure.</p> + +<table width="100%" summary=""><tr><td align="left">Cloth, Illustrated</td><td align="right">Price, per Volume, 50c.</td></tr></table> + +<hr class="minor" /> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="font-size:1.4em">High School Boy’s Vacation Series</span><br /> +By H. IRVING HANCOCK</p> + +<p>“Give us more Dick Prescott books!”</p> + +<p>This has been the burden of the cry from young readers of the country +over. Almost numberless letters have been received by the publishers, +making this eager demand; for Dick Prescott, Dave Darrin, Tom Reade, and +the other members of Dick & Co. are the most popular high school boys in +the land. Boys will alternately thrill and chuckle when reading these +splendid narratives.</p> + +<p>1 THE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS’ CANOE CLUB; Or, Dick & Co.’s Rivals on Lake +Pleasant.</p> + +<p>2 THE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS IN SUMMER CAMP; Or, The Dick Prescott Six +Training for the Gridley Eleven.</p> + +<p>3 THE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS’ FISHING TRIP; Or, Dick & Co. in the Wilderness.</p> + +<p>4 THE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS’ TRAINING HIKE; Or, Dick & Co. Making Themselves +“Hard as Nails.”</p> + +<table width="100%" summary=""><tr><td align="left">Cloth, Illustrated</td><td align="right">Price, per Volume, 50c.</td></tr></table> + +<hr class="dashed" /> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="font-size:1.4em">The Circus Boys Series</span><br /> +By EDGAR B. P. DARLINGTON</p> + +<p>Mr. Darlington’s books breathe forth every phase of an intensely +interesting and exciting life.</p> + +<p>1 THE CIRCUS BOYS ON THE FLYING RINGS; Or, Making the Start in the +Sawdust Life.</p> + +<p>2 THE CIRCUS BOYS ACROSS THE CONTINENT; Or, Winning New Laurels on the +Tanbark.</p> + +<p>3 THE CIRCUS BOYS IN DIXIE LAND; Or, Winning the Plaudits of the Sunny +South.</p> + +<p>4 THE CIRCUS BOYS ON THE MISSISSIPPI; Or, Afloat with the Big Show on +the Big River.</p> + +<table width="100%" summary=""><tr><td align="left">Cloth, Illustrated</td><td align="right">Price, per Volume, 50c.</td></tr></table> + +<hr class="minor" /> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="font-size:1.4em">The High School Girls Series</span><br /> +By JESSIE GRAHAM FLOWER, A. M.</p> + +<p>These breezy stories of the American High School Girl take the reader +fairly by storm.</p> + +<p>1 GRACE HARLOWE’S PLEBE YEAR AT HIGH SCHOOL; Or, The Merry Doings of the +Oakdale Freshman Girls.</p> + +<p>2 GRACE HARLOWE’S SOPHOMORE YEAR AT HIGH SCHOOL; Or, The Record of the +Girl Chums in Work and Athletics.</p> + +<p>3 GRACE HARLOWE’S JUNIOR YEAR AT HIGH SCHOOL; Or, Fast Friends in the +Sororities.</p> + +<p>4 GRACE HARLOWE’S SENIOR YEAR AT HIGH SCHOOL; Or, The Parting of the +Ways.</p> + +<table width="100%" summary=""><tr><td align="left">Cloth, Illustrated</td><td align="right">Price, per Volume, 50c.</td></tr></table> + +<hr class="minor" /> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="font-size:1.4em">The Automobile Girls Series</span><br /> +By LAURA DENT CRANE</p> + +<p>No girl’s library—no family book-case—can be considered at all complete +unless it contains these sparkling twentieth-century books.</p> + +<p>1 THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS AT NEWPORT; Or, Watching the Summer Parade.</p> + +<p>2 THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS IN THE BERKSHIRES; Or, The Ghost of Lost Man’s +Trail.</p> + +<p>3 THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS ALONG THE HUDSON; Or, Fighting Fire in Sleepy +Hollow.</p> + +<p>4 THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS AT CHICAGO; Or, Winning Out Against Heavy Odds.</p> + +<p>5 THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS AT PALM BEACH; Or, Proving Their Mettle Under +Southern Skies.</p> + +<table width="100%" summary=""><tr><td align="left">Cloth, Illustrated</td><td align="right">Price, per Volume, 50c.</td></tr></table> + +</div> + +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<hr class="pg" /> +<p>***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ADVENTURES IN TOYLAND***</p> +<p>******* This file should be named 23523-h.txt or 23523-h.zip *******</p> +<p>This and all associated files of various formats will be found in:<br /> +<a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/3/5/2/23523">http://www.gutenberg.org/2/3/5/2/23523</a></p> +<p>Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed.</p> + +<p>Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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