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+<h1 align="center">The Project Gutenberg eBook of Twinkle and Chubbins, by L. Frank (Lyman
+Frank) Baum, Illustrated by Maginel Wright Enright</h1>
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+<p>Title: Twinkle and Chubbins</p>
+<p>       Their Astonishing Adventures in Nature-Fairyland</p>
+<p>Author: L. Frank (Lyman Frank) Baum</p>
+<p>Release Date: April 10, 2009  [eBook #28552]</p>
+<p>Language: English</p>
+<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p>
+<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TWINKLE AND CHUBBINS***</p>
+<br><br><center><h3>E-text prepared by Michael Gray</h3></center><br><br>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<hr class="full" noshade>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h1><i>TWINKLE<br>and<br>CHUBBINS</i></h1>
+<br><br><br><br>
+<h1><span class="red">TWINKLE AND CHUBBINS</span></h1>
+<br>
+<p align="center"><b><i>Their Astonishing Adventures<br>in Nature-Fairyland</i></b></p>
+<br>
+<p align="center">BY<br><big>LAURA BANCROFT</big></p>
+<br>
+<p align="center">ILLUSTRATED<br>BY<br>MAGINAL WRIGHT ENRIGHT</p>
+<br>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/logo.jpg" alt="The Reilly and Britton Company logo"></p>
+<br>
+<p align="center">PUBLISHERS<br><big>THE REILLY &amp; BRITTON
+CO.</big><br>CHICAGO</p>
+<br><br><br><br>
+<p align="center">COPYRIGHT, 1911<br>BY<br>THE REILLY &amp; BRITTON CO.</p>
+
+
+<br><br><br><br>
+<h1>CONTENTS</h1>
+<table border="0" align="center">
+<tr><td colspan="4"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p>PAGE</p>
+<tr><td><p>I</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#1">Mr. Woodchuck</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">9</p>
+<tr><td><p>II</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#2">Bandit Jim Crow</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">69</p>
+<tr><td><p>III</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#3">Prarie-Dog Town</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">133</p>
+<tr><td><p>IV</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#4">Prince Mud-Turtle</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">195</p>
+<tr><td><p>V</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#5">Twinkle's Enchantment</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">257</p>
+<tr><td><p>VI</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#6">Sugar-Loaf Mountain</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">321</p>
+</table>
+
+
+<br><br><br><br>
+<p align="center"><a name="1"><img src="images/9.jpg" alt="Mr. Woodchuck"></a></p>
+<br><br><br><br>
+<h2>List of Chapters</h2>
+<hr width="10%">
+<table border="0" align="center">
+<tr><td colspan="4"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p>PAGE</p>
+<tr><td><p>I</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#1-1">The Trap</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">11</p>
+<tr><td><p>II</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#1-2">Mr. Woodchuck Captures a Girl</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">18</p>
+<tr><td><p>III</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#1-3">Mr. Woodchuck Scolds Twinkle</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">26</p>
+<tr><td><p>IV</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#1-4">Mrs. Woodchuck and Her Family</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">35</p>
+<tr><td><p>V</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#1-5">Mr. Woodchuck Argues the Question</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">43</p>
+<tr><td><p>VI</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#1-6">Twinkle is Taken to the Judge</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">50</p>
+<tr><td><p>VII</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#1-7">Twinkle is Condemned</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">56</p>
+<tr><td><p>VIII</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#1-8">Twinkle Remembers</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">66</p>
+</table>
+
+<br><br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="1-1">Chapter I</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>The Trap</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">"T</font><font size="+2">HERE'S</font> a woodchuck over on the side hill
+that is eating my clover," said Twinkle's father, who was a farmer.
+</p><p>
+"Why don't you set a trap for it?" asked Twinkle's mother.
+</p><p>
+"I believe I will," answered the man.
+</p><p>
+So, when the midday dinner was over, the farmer went to the barn and got a steel trap, and carried
+it over to the clover-field on the hillside.
+</p><p>
+Twinkle wanted very much to go with him, but she had to help mamma wash the dishes and put
+them away, and then brush up the dining-room and put it in order. But when the work was done,
+and she had all the rest of the afternoon to herself, she decided to go over to the woodchuck's hole
+and see how papa had set the trap, and also discover if the woodchuck had yet been caught.</p>
+<p>So the little girl took her blue-and-white sun-bonnet, and climbed over the garden fence and ran
+across the corn-field and through the rye until she came to the red-clover patch on the hill.</p>
+<p>She knew perfectly well where the woodchuck's hole was, for she had looked at it curiously
+many times; so she approached it carefully and found the trap set just in front of the hole. If the
+woodchuck stepped on it, when he came out, it would grab his leg and hold him fast; and there was
+a chain fastened to the trap, and also to a stout post driven into the ground, so that when the
+woodchuck was caught he couldn't run away with the trap.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/13.jpg" alt="Twinkle waits for the
+woodchuck"><br>TWINKLE WAITS FOR THE WOODCHUCK</p>
+<p>But although the day was bright and sunshiny, and just the kind of day woodchucks like, the
+clover-eater had not yet walked out of his hole to get caught in the trap.</p>
+<p>So Twinkle lay down in the clover-field, half hidden by a small bank in front of the
+woodchuck's hole, and began to watch for the little animal to come out. Her eyes could see right
+into the hole, which seemed to slant upward into the hill instead of downward; but of course she
+couldn't see very far in, because the hole wasn't straight, and grew black a little way from the
+opening.</p>
+<p>It was somewhat wearisome, waiting and watching so long, and the warm sun and the soft chirp
+of the crickets that hopped through the clover made Twinkle drowsy. She didn't intend to go to
+sleep, because then she might miss the woodchuck; but there was no harm in closing her eyes just
+one little minute; so she allowed the long lashes to droop over her pretty pink cheeks&mdash;just
+because they felt so heavy, and there was no way to prop them up.</p>
+<p>Then, with a start, she opened her eyes again, and saw the trap and the woodchuck hole just as
+they were before. Not quite, though, come to look carefully. The hole seemed to be bigger than at
+first; yes, strange as it might seem, the hole was growing bigger every minute! She watched it with
+much surprise, and then looked at the trap, which remained the same size it had always been. And
+when she turned her eyes upon the hole once more it had not only become very big and high, but a
+stone arch appeared over it, and a fine, polished front door now shut it off from the outside world.
+She could even read a name upon the silver door-plate, and the name was this:</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/16.jpg" alt="Mr. Woodchuck"></p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/17.jpg" alt="Mr. Woodchuck receives a telegram"><br>MR.
+WOODCHUCK RECEIVES A TELEGRAM</p>
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="1-2">Chapter II</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Mister Woodchuck Captures a Girl</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">"W</font><font size="+2">ELL,</font> I declare!" whispered Twinkle to
+herself; "how could all that have happened?"</p>
+<p>On each side of the door was a little green bench, big enough for two to sit upon, and between
+the benches was a doorstep of white marble, with a mat lying on it. On one side Twinkle saw an
+electric door-bell.</p>
+<p>While she gazed at this astonishing sight a sound of rapid footsteps was heard, and a large Jack-
+Rabbit, almost as big as herself, and dressed in a messenger-boy's uniform, ran up to the
+woodchuck's front door and rang the bell.</p>
+<p>Almost at once the door opened inward, and a curious personage stepped out.</p>
+<p>Twinkle saw at a glance that it was the woodchuck himself,&mdash;but what a big and queer
+woodchuck it was!</p>
+<p>He wore a swallow-tailed coat, with a waistcoat of white satin and fancy knee-breeches, and
+upon his feet were shoes with silver buckles. On his head was perched a tall silk hat that made him
+look just as high as Twinkle's father, and in one paw he held a gold-headed cane. Also he wore big
+spectacles over his eyes, which made him look more dignified than any other woodchuck Twinkle
+had ever seen.</p>
+<p>When this person opened the door and saw the Jack-Rabbit messenger-boy, he cried out:</p>
+<p>"Well, what do you mean by ringing my bell so violently? I suppose you're half an hour late,
+and trying to make me think you're in a hurry."</p>
+<p>The Jack-Rabbit took a telegram from its pocket and handed it to the woodchuck without a
+word in reply. At once the woodchuck tore open the envelope and read the telegram carefully.</p>
+<p>"Thank you. There's no answer," he said; and in an instant the Jack-Rabbit had whisked away
+and was gone.</p>
+<p>"Well, well," said the woodchuck, as if to himself, "the foolish farmer has set a trap for me, it
+seems, and my friends have sent a telegram to warn me. Let's see&mdash;where is the thing?"</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/21.jpg" alt="Mr. Woodchuck discovers Twinkle"><br>MR.
+WOODCHUCK DISCOVERS TWINKLE</p>
+<p>He soon discovered the trap, and seizing hold of the chain he pulled the peg out of the ground
+and threw the whole thing far away into the field.</p>
+<p>"I must give that farmer a sound scolding," he muttered, "for he's becoming so impudent lately
+that soon he will think he owns the whole country."</p>
+<p>But now his eyes fell upon Twinkle, who lay in the clover staring up at him; and the
+woodchuck gave a laugh and grabbed her fast by one arm.</p>
+<p>"Oh ho!" he exclaimed; "you're spying upon me, are you?"</p>
+<p>"I'm just waiting to see you get caught in the trap," said the girl, standing up because the big
+creature pulled upon her arm. She wasn't much frightened, strange to say, because this woodchuck
+had a good-humored way about him that gave her confidence.</p>
+<p>"You would have to wait a long time for that," he said, with a laugh that was a sort of low
+chuckle. "Instead of seeing me caught, you've got caught yourself. That's turning the tables, sure
+enough; isn't it?"</p>
+<p>"I suppose it is," said Twinkle, regretfully. "Am I a prisoner?"</p>
+<p>"You might call it that; and then, again, you mightn't," answered the woodchuck. "To tell you
+the truth, I hardly know what to do with you. But come inside, and we'll talk it over. We musn't be
+seen out here in the fields."</p>
+<p>Still holding fast to her arm, the woodchuck led her through the door, which he carefully closed
+and locked. Then they passed through a kind of hallway, into which opened several handsomely
+furnished rooms, and out again into a beautiful garden at the back, all filled with flowers and
+brightly colored plants, and with a pretty fountain playing in the middle. A high stone wall was built
+around the garden, shutting it off from all the rest of the world.</p>
+<p>The woodchuck led his prisoner to a bench beside the fountain, and told her to sit down and
+make herself comfortable.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/25.jpg" alt="Mr. Woodchuck struts up and down"><br>MR.
+WOODCHUCK STRUTS UP AND DOWN</p>
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="1-3">Chapter III</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Mister Woodchuck Scolds Tinkle</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">T</font><font size="+2">WINKLE</font> was much pleased with her
+surroundings, and soon discovered several gold-fishes swimming in the water at the foot of the
+mountain.</p>
+<p>"Well, how does it strike you?" asked the woodchuck, strutting up and down the gravel walk
+before her and swinging his gold-headed cane rather gracefully.</p>
+<p>"It seems like a dream," said Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"To be sure," he answered, nodding. "You'd no business to fall asleep in the clover."</p>
+<p>"Did I?" she asked, rather startled at the suggestion.</p>
+<p>"It stands to reason you did," he replied. "You don't for a moment think this is real, do
+you?"</p>
+<p>"It <i>seems</i> real," she answered. "Aren't you the woodchuck?"</p>
+<p>"<i>Mister</i> Woodchuck, if you please. Address me properly, young lady, or you'll make me
+angry."</p>
+<p>"Well, then, aren't you Mister Woodchuck?"</p>
+<p>"At present I am; but when you wake up, I won't be," he said.</p>
+<p>"Then you think I'm dreaming?"</p>
+<p>"You must figure that out for yourself," said Mister Woodchuck.</p>
+<p>"What do you suppose made me dream?"</p>
+<p>"I don't know."</p>
+<p>"Do you think it's something I've eaten?" she asked anxiously.</p>
+<p>"I hardly think so. This isn't any nightmare, you know, because there's nothing at all horrible
+about it so far. You've probably been reading some of those creepy, sensational story-books."</p>
+<p>"I haven't read a book in a long time," said Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"Dreams," remarked Mister Woodchuck, thoughtfully, "are not always to be accounted for. But
+this conversation is all wrong. When one is dreaming one doesn't talk about it, or even know it's a
+dream. So let's speak of something else."</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/29.jpg" alt="Do you think it's something I've eaten?"><br>"DO
+YOU THINK IT'S SOMETHING I'VE EATEN?"</p>
+<p>"It's very pleasant in this garden," said Twinkle. "I don't mind being here a bit."</p>
+<p>"But you can't stay here," replied Mister Woodchuck, "and you ought to be very uncomfortable
+in my presence. You see, you're one of the deadliest enemies of my race. All you human beings
+live for or think of is how to torture and destroy woodchucks."</p>
+<p>"Oh, no!" she answered. "We have many more important things than that to think of. But when
+a woodchuck gets eating our clover and the vegetables, and spoils a lot, we just have to do
+something to stop it. That's why my papa set the trap."</p>
+<p>"You're selfish," said Mister Woodchuck, "and you're cruel to poor little animals that can't help
+themselves, and have to eat what they can find, or starve. There's enough for all of us growing in
+the broad fields."</p>
+<p>Twinkle felt a little ashamed.</p>
+<p>"We have to sell the clover and the vegetables to earn our living," she explained; "and if the
+animals eat them up we can't sell them."</p>
+<p>"We don't eat enough to rob you," said the woodchuck, "and the land belonged to the wild
+creatures long before you people came here and began to farm. And really, there is no reason why
+you should be so cruel. It hurts dreadfully to be caught in a trap, and an animal captured in that
+way sometimes has to suffer for many hours before the man comes to kill it. We don't mind the
+killing so much. Death doesn't last but an instant. But every minute of suffering seems to be an
+hour."</p>
+<p>"That's true," said Twinkle, feeling sorry and repentant. "I'll ask papa never to set another
+trap."</p>
+<p>"That will be some help," returned Mister Woodchuck, more cheerfully, "and I hope you'll not
+forget the promise when you wake up. But that isn't enough to settle the account for all our past
+sufferings, I assure you; so I am trying to think of a suitable way to punish you for the past
+wickedness of your father, and of all other men that have set traps."</p>
+<p>"Why, if you feel that way," said the little girl, "you're just as bad as we are!"</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/33.jpg" alt="Mrs. Woodchuck and her family"><br>MRS.
+WOODCHUCK AND HER FAMILY</p>
+<p>"How's that?" asked Mister Woodchuck, pausing in his walk to look at her.</p>
+<p>"It's as naughty to want revenge as it is to be selfish and cruel," she said.</p>
+<p>"I believe you are right about that," answered the animal, taking off his silk hat and rubbing the
+fur smooth with his elbow. "But woodchucks are not perfect, any more than men are, so you'll
+have to take us as you find us. And now I'll call my family, and exhibit you to them. The children,
+especially, will enjoy seeing the wild human girl I've had the luck to capture."</p>
+<p>"Wild!" she cried, indignantly.</p>
+<p>"If you're not wild now, you will be before you wake up," he said.</p>
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="1-4">Chapter IV</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Mrs. Woodchuck and Her Family</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">B</font><font size="+2">UT</font>UT Mister Woodchuck had no need to call
+his family, for just as he spoke a chatter of voices was heard and Mrs. Woodchuck came walking
+down a path of the garden with several young woodchucks following after her.</p>
+<p>The lady animal was very fussily dressed, with puffs and ruffles and laces all over her silk
+gown, and perched upon her head was a broad white hat with long ostrich plumes. She was
+exceedingly fat, even for a woodchuck, and her head fitted close to her body, without any neck
+whatever to separate them. Although it was shady in the garden, she held a lace parasol over her
+head, and her walk was so mincing and airy that Twinkle almost laughed in her face.</p>
+<p>The young woodchucks were of several sizes and kinds. One little woodchuck girl rolled before
+her a doll's baby-cab, in which lay a woodchuck doll made of cloth, in quite a perfect imitation of a
+real woodchuck. It was stuffed with something soft to make it round and fat, and its eyes were two
+glass beads sewn upon the face. A big boy woodchuck wore knickerbockers and a Tam o' Shanter
+cap and rolled a hoop; and there were several smaller boy and girl woodchucks, dressed quite as
+absurdly, who followed after their mother in a long train.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/37.jpg" alt="Twinkle and the young
+woodchucks"><br>TWINKLE AND THE YOUNG WOODCHUCKS</p>
+<p>"My dear," said Mister Woodchuck to his wife, "here is a human creature that I captured just
+outside our front door."</p>
+<p>"Huh!" sneered the lady woodchuck, looking at Twinkle in a very haughty way; "why will you
+bring such an animal into our garden, Leander? It makes me shiver just to look at the horrid
+thing!"</p>
+<p>"Oh, mommer!" yelled one of the children, "see how skinny the beast is!"</p>
+<p>"Hasn't any hair on its face at all," said another, "or on its paws!"</p>
+<p>"And no sign of a tail!" cried the little woodchuck girl with the doll.</p>
+<p>"Yes, it's a very strange and remarkable creature," said the mother. "Don't touch it, my precious
+darlings. It might bite."</p>
+<p>"You needn't worry," said Twinkle, rather provoked at these speeches. "I wouldn't bite a dirty,
+greasy woodchuck on any account!"</p>
+<p>"Whoo! did you hear what she called us, mommer? She says we're greasy and dirty!" shouted
+the children, and some of them grabbed pebbles from the path in their paws, as if to throw them at
+Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"Tut, tut! don't be cruel," said Mister Woodchuck. "Remember the poor creature is a prisoner,
+and isn't used to good society; and besides that, she's dreaming."</p>
+<p>"Really?" exclaimed Mrs. Woodchuck, looking at the girl curiously.</p>
+<p>"To be sure," he answered. "Otherwise she wouldn't see us dressed in such fancy clothes, nor
+would we be bigger than she is. The whole thing is unnatural, my dear, as you must admit."</p>
+<p>"But <i>we</i>'re not dreaming; are we, Daddy?" anxiously asked the boy with the hoop.</p>
+<p>"Certainly not," Mister Woodchuck answered; "so this is a fine opportunity for you to study one
+of those human animals who have always been our worst enemies. You will notice they are very
+curiously made. Aside from their lack of hair in any place except the top of the head, their paws
+are formed in a strange manner. Those long slits in them make what are called fingers, and their
+claws are flat and dull&mdash;not at all sharp and strong like ours."</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/41.jpg" alt="&quot;You're a disagreeable
+creature!&quot;"><br>"YOU'RE A DISAGREEABLE CREATURE!"</p>
+<p>"I think the beast is ugly," said Mrs. Woodchuck. "It would give me the shivers to touch its
+skinny flesh."</p>
+<p>"I'm glad of that," said Twinkle, indignantly. "You wouldn't have <i>all</i> the shivers, I can
+tell you! And you're a disagreeable, ign'rant creature! If you had any manners at all, you'd treat
+strangers more politely."</p>
+<p>"Just listen to the thing!" said Mrs. Woodchuck, in a horrified tone. "Isn't it wild, though!"</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/42.jpg" alt="One of the woodchuck children"></p>
+
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="1-5">Chapter V</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Mr. Woodchuck Argues the Question</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">"R</font><font size="+2">EALLY,"</font> Mister Woodchuck said to his wife,
+"you should be more considerate of the little human's feelings. She is quite intelligent and tame, for
+one of her kind, and has a tender heart, I am sure."</p>
+<p>"I don't see anything intelligent about her," said the girl woodchuck.</p>
+<p>"I guess I've been to school as much as you have," said Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"School! Why, what's that?"</p>
+<p>"Don't you know what school is?" cried Twinkle, much amused.</p>
+<p>"We don't have school here," said Mister Woodchuck, as if proud of the fact.</p>
+<p>"Don't you know any geography?" asked the child.</p>
+<p>"We haven't any use for it," said Mister Woodchuck; "for we never get far from home, and
+don't care a rap what state bounds Florida on the south. We don't travel much, and studying
+geography would be time wasted."</p>
+<p>"But don't you study arithmetic?" she asked; "don't you know how to do sums?"</p>
+<p>"Why should we?" he returned. "The thing that bothers you humans most, and that's money, is
+not used by us woodchucks. So we don't need to figure and do sums."</p>
+<p>"I don't see how you get along without money," said Twinkle, wonderingly. "You must have to
+buy all your fine clothes."</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/45.jpg" alt="&quot;You'd make a mighty poor
+woodchuck&quot;"><br>"YOU'D MAKE A MIGHTY POOR WOODCHUCK"</p>
+<p>"You know very well that woodchucks don't wear clothes, under ordinary circumstances,"
+Mister Woodchuck replied. "It's only because you are dreaming that you see us dressed in this
+way."</p>
+<p>"Perhaps that's true," said Twinkle. "But don't talk to me about not being intelligent, or not
+knowing things. If you haven't any schools it's certain I know more than your whole family put
+together!"</p>
+<p>"About some things, perhaps," acknowledged Mister Woodchuck. "But tell me: do you know
+which kind of red clover is the best to eat?"</p>
+<p>"No," she said.</p>
+<p>"Or how to dig a hole in the ground to live in, with different rooms and passages, so that it
+slants up hill and the rain won't come in and drown you?"</p>
+<p>"No," said Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"And could you tell, on the second day of February (which is woodchuck day, you know),
+whether it's going to be warm weather, or cold, during the next six weeks?"</p>
+<p>"I don't believe I could," replied the girl.</p>
+<p>"Then," said Mister Woodchuck, "there are some things that we know that you don't; and
+although a woodchuck might not be of much account in one of your schoolrooms, you must
+forgive me for saying that I think you 'd make a mighty poor woodchuck."</p>
+<p>"I think so, too!" said Twinkle, laughing.</p>
+<p>"And now, little human," he resumed, after looking at his watch, "it's nearly time for you to
+wake up; so if we intend to punish you for all the misery your people has inflicted on the
+woodchucks, we won't have a minute to spare."</p>
+<p>"Don't be in a hurry," said Twinkle. "I can wait."</p>
+<p>"She's trying to get out of it," exclaimed Mrs. Woodchuck, scornfully. "Don't you let her,
+Leander."</p>
+<p>"Certainly not, my dear," he replied; "but I haven't decided how to punish her."</p>
+<p>"Take her to Judge Stoneyheart," said Mrs. Woodchuck. "He will know what to do with
+her."</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/49.jpg" alt="The little woodchucks hooting with joy"><br>THE
+LITTLE WOODCHUCKS HOOTING WITH JOY</p>
+
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="1-6">Chapter VI</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Twinkle is Taken to the Judge</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">A</font><font size="+2">T</font> this the woodchuck children all hooted
+with joy, crying: "Take her, Daddy! Take her to old Stoneyheart! Oh, my! won't he give it to her,
+though!"</p>
+<p>"Who is Judge Stoneyheart?" asked Twinkle, a little uneasily.</p>
+<p>"A highly respected and aged woodchuck who is cousin to my wife's grandfather," was the
+reply. "We consider him the wisest and most intelligent of our race; but, while he is very just in all
+things, the judge never shows any mercy to evil-doers."</p>
+<p>"I haven't done anything wrong," said the girl.</p>
+<p>"But your father has, and much wrong is done us by the other farmers around here. They fight
+my people without mercy, and kill every woodchuck they can possibly catch."</p>
+<p>Twinkle was silent, for she knew this to be true.</p>
+<p>"For my part," continued Mister Woodchuck, "I'm very soft-hearted, and wouldn't even step on
+an ant if I could help it. Also I am sure you have a kind disposition. But you are a human, and I am
+a woodchuck; so I think I will take you to old Stoneyheart and let him decide your fate."</p>
+<p>"Hooray!" yelled the young woodchucks, and away they ran through the paths of the garden,
+followed slowly by their fat mother, who held the lace parasol over her head as if she feared she
+would be sunstruck.</p>
+<p>Twinkle was glad to see them go. She didn't care much for the woodchuck children, they were
+so wild and ill-mannered, and their mother was even more disagreeable than they were. As for
+Mister Woodchuck, she did not object to him so much; in fact, she rather liked to talk to him, for
+his words were polite and his eyes pleasant and kindly.</p>
+<p>"Now, my dear," he said, "as we are about to leave this garden, where you have been quite
+secure, I must try to prevent your running away when we are outside the wall. I hope it won't hurt
+your feelings to become a real prisoner for a few minutes."</p>
+
+<p align="center"><img src="images/53.jpg" alt="Arriving at Judge Stoneyheart's"><br>ARRIVING
+AT JUDGE STONEYHEART'S</p>
+<p>Then Mister Woodchuck drew from his pocket a leather collar, very much like a dog-collar,
+Twinkle thought, and proceeded to buckle it around the girl's neck. To the collar was attached a
+fine chain about six feet long, and the other end of the chain Mister Woodchuck held in his
+hand.</p>
+<p>"Now, then," said he, "please come along quietly, and don't make a fuss."</p>
+<p>He led her to the end of the garden and opened a wooden gate in the wall, through which they
+passed. Outside the garden the ground was nothing but hard, baked earth, without any grass or other
+green thing growing upon it, or any tree or shrub to shade it from the hot sun. And not far away
+stood a round mound, also of baked earth, which Twinkle at once decided to be a house, because it
+had a door and some windows in it.</p>
+<p>There was no living thing in sight&mdash;not even a woodchuck&mdash;and Twinkle didn't
+care much for the baked-clay scenery.</p>
+<p>Mister Woodchuck, holding fast to the chain, led his prisoner across the barren space to the
+round mound, where he paused to rap softly upon the door.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/55.jpg" alt="Mr. Woodchuck"></p>
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="1-7">Chapter VII</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Twinkle is Condemned</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">"C</font><font size="+2">OME</font> in!" called a voice.</p>
+<p>Mister Woodchuck pushed open the door and entered, drawing Tinkle after him by the
+chain.</p>
+<p>In the middle of the room sat a woodchuck whose hair was grizzled with old age. He wore big
+spectacles upon his nose, and a round knitted cap, with a tassel dangling from the top, upon his
+head. His only garment was an old and faded dressing-gown.</p>
+<p>When they entered, the old woodchuck was busy playing a game with a number of baked-clay
+dominoes, which he shuffled and arranged upon a baked-mud table; nor did he look up for a long
+time, but continued to match the dominoes and to study their arrangement with intense interest.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/57.jpg" alt="Judge Stoneyheart at home"><br>JUDGE
+STONEYHEART AT HOME</p>
+<p>Finally, however, he finished the game, and then he raised his head and looked sharply at his
+visitors.</p>
+<p>"Good afternoon, Judge," said Mister Woodchuck, taking off his silk hat and bowing
+respectfully.</p>
+<p>The judge did not answer him, but continued to stare at Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"I have called to ask your advice," continued Mister Woodchuck. "By good chance I have been
+able to capture one of those fierce humans that are the greatest enemies of peaceful
+woodchucks."</p>
+<p>The judge nodded his gray head wisely, but still answered nothing.</p>
+<p>"But now that I've captured the creature, I don't know what to do with her," went on Mister
+Woodchuck; "although I believe, of course, she should be punished in some way, and made to feel
+as unhappy as her people have made us feel. Yet I realize that it's a dreadful thing to hurt any living
+creature, and as far as I'm concerned I'm quite willing to forgive her." With these words he wiped
+his face with a red silk handkerchief, as if really distressed.</p>
+<p>"She's dreaming," said the judge, in a sharp, quick voice.</p>
+<p>"Am I?" asked Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"Of course. You were probably lying on the wrong side when you went to sleep."</p>
+<p>"Oh!" she said. "I wondered what made it."</p>
+<p>"Very disagreeable dream, isn't it?" continued the judge.</p>
+<p>"Not so very," she answered. "It's interesting to see and hear woodchucks in their own homes,
+and Mister Woodchuck has shown me how cruel it is for us to set traps for you."</p>
+<p>"Good!" said the judge. "But some dreams are easily forgotten, so I'll teach you a lesson you'll
+be likely to remember. You shall be caught in a trap yourself."</p>
+<p>"Me!" cried Twinkle, in dismay.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/61.jpg" alt="The judge fetches a trap"><br>THE JUDGE
+FETCHES A TRAP</p>
+<p>"Yes, you. When you find how dreadfully it hurts you'll bear the traps in mind forever
+afterward. People don't remember dreams unless the dreams are unusually horrible. But I guess
+you'll remember this one."</p>
+<p>He got up and opened a mud cupboard, from which he took a big steel trap. Twinkle could see
+that it was just like the trap papa had set to catch the woodchucks, only it seemed much bigger and
+stronger.</p>
+<p>The judge got a mallet and with it pounded a stake into the mud floor. Then he fastened the
+chain of the trap to the stake, and afterward opened the iron jaws of the cruel-looking thing and set
+them with a lever, so that the slightest touch would spring the trap and make the strong jaws snap
+together.</p>
+<p>"Now, little girl," said he, "you must step in the trap and get caught."</p>
+<p>"Why, it would break my leg!" cried Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"Did your father care whether a woodchuck got its leg broken or not?" asked the judge.</p>
+<p>"No," she answered, beginning to be greatly frightened.</p>
+<p>"Step!" cried the judge, sternly.</p>
+<p>"It will hurt awfully," said Mister Woodchuck; "but that can't be helped. Traps are cruel things,
+at the best."</p>
+<p>Twinkle was now trembling with nervousness and fear.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/64.jpg" alt="&quot;Step!&quot; cried the judge,
+sternly"><br>"STEP!" CRIED THE JUDGE, STERNLY</p>
+<p>"Step!" called the judge, again.</p>
+<p>"Dear me!" said Mister Woodchuck, just then, as he looked earnestly into Twinkle's face, "I
+believe she's going to wake up!"</p>
+<p>"That's too bad," said the judge.</p>
+<p>"No, I'm glad of it," replied Mister Woodchuck.</p>
+<p>And just then the girl gave a start and opened her eyes.</p>
+<p>She was lying in the clover, and before her was the opening of the woodchuck's hole, with the
+trap still set before it.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/65.jpg" alt="The trap"></p>
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="1-8">Chapter VIII</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Twinkle Remembers</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">"P</font><font size="+2">APA,"</font> said Twinkle, when supper was over
+and she was nestled snugly in his lap, "I wish you wouldn't set any more traps for the
+woodchucks."</p>
+<p>"Why not, my darling?" he asked in surprise.</p>
+<p>"They're cruel," she answered. "It must hurt the poor animals dreadfully to be caught in
+them."</p>
+<p>"I suppose it does," said her father, thoughtfully. "But if I don't trap the woodchucks they eat
+our clover and vegetables."</p>
+<p>"Never mind that," said Twinkle, earnestly. "Let's divide with them. God made the woodchucks,
+you know, just as He made us, and they can't plant and grow things as we do; so they have to take
+what they can get, or starve to death. And surely, papa, there's enough to eat in this big and
+beautiful world, for all of God's creatures."</p>
+<p>Papa whistled softly, although his face was grave; and then he bent down and kissed his little
+girl's forehead.</p>
+<p>"I won't set any more traps, dear," he said.</p>
+<p>And that evening, after Twinkle had been tucked snugly away in bed, her father walked slowly
+through the sweet-smelling fields to the woodchuck's hole; there lay the trap, showing plainly in the
+bright moonlight. He picked it up and carried it back to the barn. It was never used again.</p>
+<br>
+<p align="center">THE END</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/68.jpg" alt="Twinkle's father removes the trap"></p>
+
+
+<br><br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="2">BANDIT JIM CROW</a></h1>
+<br><br><br><br>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/71.jpg" alt="Bandit Jim Crow"></p>
+<br><br><br><br>
+<h2>List of Chapters</h2>
+<hr width="10%">
+<table border="0" align="center">
+<tr><td colspan="4"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p>PAGE</p>
+<tr><td><p>I</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#2-1">Jim Crow Becomes a Pet</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">73</p>
+<tr><td><p>II</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#2-2">Jim Crow Runs Away</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">81</p>
+<tr><td><p>III</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#2-3">Jim Crow Finds a New Home</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">86</p>
+<tr><td><p>IV</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#2-4">Jim Crow Becomes a Robber</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">97</p>
+<tr><td><p>V</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#2-5">Jim Crow Meets Policeman Blue Jay</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">105</p>
+<tr><td><p>VI</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#2-6">Jim Crow Fools the Policeman</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">113</p>
+<tr><td><p>VII</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#2-7">Jim Crow is Punished</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">121</p>
+<tr><td><p>VIII</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#2-8">Jim Crow has Time to Repent His Sins</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">129</p>
+</table>
+
+
+<br><br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="2-1">Chapter I</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Jim Crow Becomes a Pet</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">O</font><font size="+2">NE</font> day, when Twinkle's father was in the
+corn-field, he shot his gun at a flock of crows that were busy digging up, with their long bills, the
+kernels of corn he had planted. But Twinkle's father didn't aim very straight, for the birds screamed
+at the bang of the gun and quickly flew away&mdash;all except one young crow that fluttered its
+wings, but couldn't rise into the air, and so began to run along the ground in an effort to escape.</p>
+<p>The man chased the young crow, and caught it; and then he found that one of the little lead
+bullets had broken the right wing, although the bird seemed not to be hurt in any other way.</p>
+<p>It struggled hard, and tried to peck the hands that held it; but it was too young to hurt any one,
+so Twinkle's father decided he would carry it home to his little girl.</p>
+<p>"Here's a pet for you, Twinkle," he said, as he came into the house. "It can't fly, because its
+wing is broken; but don't let it get too near your eyes, or it may peck at them. It's very wild and
+fierce, you know."</p>
+<p>Twinkle was delighted with her pet, and at once got her mother to bandage the broken wing, so
+that it would heal quickly.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/75.jpg" alt="Twinkle and Jim Crow"><br>TWINKLE AND
+JIM CROW</p>
+<p>The crow had jet black feathers, but there was a pretty purplish and violet gloss, or sheen, on its
+back and wings, and its eyes were bright and had a knowing look in them. They were hazel-brown
+in color, and the bird had a queer way of turning his head on one side to look at Twinkle with his
+right eye, and then twisting it the other side that he might see her with his left eye. She often
+wondered if she looked the same to both eyes, or if each one made her seem different.</p>
+<p>She named her pet "Jim Crow" because papa said that all crows were called Jim, although he
+never could find out the reason. But the name seemed to fit her pet as well as any, so Twinkle
+never bothered about the reason.</p>
+<p>Having no cage to keep him in, and fearing he would run away, the girl tied a strong cord
+around one of Jim Crow's legs, and the other end of the cord she fastened to the round of a
+chair&mdash;or to the table-leg&mdash;when they were in the house. The crow would run all
+around, as far as the string would let him go; but he couldn't get away. And when they went out of
+doors Twinkle held the end of the cord in her hand, as one leads a dog, and Jim Crow would run
+along in front of her, and then stop and wait. And when she came near he'd run on again,
+screaming "Caw! Caw!" at the top of his shrill little voice.</p>
+<p>He soon came to know he belonged to Twinkle, and would often lie in her lap or perch upon
+her shoulder. And whenever she entered the room where he was he would say, "Caw&mdash;caw!"
+to her, in pleading tones, until she picked him up or took some notice of him.</p>
+<p>It was wonderful how quickly a bird that had always lived wild and free seemed to become
+tame and gentle. Twinkle's father said that was because he was so young, and because his broken
+wing kept him from flying in the air and rejoining his fellows. But Jim Crow wasn't as tame as he
+seemed, and he had a very wicked and ungrateful disposition, as you will presently learn.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/79.jpg" alt="Jim gets into mischief"><br>JIM GETS INTO
+MISCHIEF</p>
+<p>For a few weeks, however, he was as nice a pet as any little girl could wish for. He got into
+mischief occasionally, and caused mamma some annoyance when he waded into a pan of milk or
+jumped upon the dinner table and ate up papa's pumpkin pie before Twinkle could stop him. But
+all pets are more or less trouble, at times, so Jim Crow escaped with a few severe scoldings from
+mamma, which never seemed to worry him in the least or make him a bit unhappy.
+</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/81.jpg" alt="Jim Crow">
+
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="2-2">Chapter II</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Jim Crow Runs Away</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">A</font><font size="+2">T</font> last Jim got so tame that Twinkle took the
+cord off his leg and let him go free, wherever he pleased. So he wandered all over the house and
+out into the yard, where he chased the ducks and bothered the pigs and made himself generally
+disliked. He had a way of perching upon the back of old Tom, papa's favorite horse, and chattering
+away in Tom's ear until the horse plunged and pranced in his stall to get rid of his unwelcome
+visitor.</p>
+<p>Twinkle always kept the bandage on the wounded wing, for she didn't know whether it was
+well yet, or not, and she thought it was better to be on the safe side. But the truth was, that Jim
+Crow's wing had healed long ago, and was now as strong as ever; and, as the weeks passed by, and
+he grew big and fat, a great longing came into his wild heart to fly again&mdash;far, far up into the
+air and away to the lands where there were forests of trees and brooks of running water.</p>
+<p>He didn't ever expect to rejoin his family again. They were far enough away by this time. And
+he didn't care much to associate with other crows. All he wanted was to be free, and do exactly as
+he pleased, and not have some one cuffing him a dozen times a day because he was doing
+wrong.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/83.jpg" alt="Jim gets rid of his bandage"><br>JIM GETS RID
+OF HIS BANDAGE</p>
+<p>So one morning, before Twinkle was up, or even awake, Jim Crow pecked at the bandage on
+his wing until he got the end unfastened, and then it wasn't long before the entire strip of cloth was
+loosened and fell to the ground.</p>
+<p>Now Jim fluttered his feathers, and pruned them with his long bill where they had been pressed
+together, and presently he knew that the wing which had been injured was exactly as strong and
+well as the other one. He could fly away whenever he pleased.</p>
+<p>The crow had been well fed by Twinkle and her mamma, and was in splendid health. But he
+was not at all grateful. With the knowledge of his freedom a fierce, cruel joy crept into his heart,
+and he resumed the wild nature that crows are born with and never lay aside as long as they
+live.</p>
+<p>Having forgotten in an instant that he had ever been tame, and the pet of a gentle little girl, Jim
+Crow had no thought of saying good-bye to Twinkle. Instead, he decided he would do something
+that would make these foolish humans remember him for a long time. So he dashed into a group of
+young chickens that had only been hatched a day or two before, and killed seven of them with his
+strong, curved claws and his wicked black beak. When the mother hen flew at him he pecked at her
+eyes; and then, screaming a defiance to all the world, Jim Crow flew into the air and sailed away to
+a new life in another part of the world.</p>
+
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="2-3">Chapter III</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Jim Crow Finds a New Home</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">I</font><font size="+2">'LL</font> not try to tell you of all the awful things
+this bad crow did during the next few days, on his long journey toward the South.</p>
+<p>Twinkle almost cried when she found her pet gone; and she really did cry when she saw the
+poor murdered chickens. But mamma said she was very glad to have Jim Crow run away, and papa
+scowled angrily and declared he was sorry he had not killed the cruel bird when he shot at it in the
+corn-field.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/87.jpg" alt="Twinkle mourns for her
+chickens"><br>TWINKLE MOURNS FOR HER CHICKENS</p>
+<p>In the mean time the runaway crow flew through the country, and when he was hungry he
+would stop at a farm-house and rob a hen's nest and eat the eggs. It was his knowledge of farm-
+houses that made him so bold; but the farmers shot at the thieving bird once or twice, and this
+frightened Jim Crow so badly that he decided to keep away from the farms and find a living in
+some less dangerous way.</p>
+<p>And one day he came to a fine forest, where there were big and little trees of all kinds, with
+several streams of water running through the woods.</p>
+<p>"Here," said Jim Crow, "I will make my home; for surely this is the finest place I am ever likely
+to find."</p>
+<p>There were plenty of birds in this forest, for Jim could hear them singing and twittering
+everywhere among the trees; and their nests hung suspended from branches, or nestled in a fork
+made by two limbs, in almost every direction he might look. And the birds were of many kinds,
+too: robins, thrushes, bullfinches, mocking-birds, wrens, yellowtails and skylarks. Even tiny
+humming-birds fluttered around the wild flowers that grew in the glades; and in the waters of the
+brooks waded long-legged herons, while kingfishers sat upon overhanging branches and waited
+patiently to seize any careless fish that might swim too near them. Jim Crow decided this must be a
+real paradise for birds, because it was far away from the houses of men. So he made up his mind to
+get acquainted with the inhabitants of the forest as soon as possible, and let them know who he
+was, and that he must be treated with proper respect.</p>
+<p>In a big fir-tree, whose branches reached nearly to the ground, he saw a large gathering of the
+birds, who sat chattering and gossiping pleasantly together. So he flew down and joined them.</p>
+<p>"Good morning, folks," he said; and his voice sounded to them like a harsh croak, because it
+had become much deeper in tone since he had grown to his full size.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/91.jpg" alt="&quot;Good morning, folks&quot;"><br>"GOOD
+MORNING, FOLKS"</p>
+<p>The birds looked at him curiously, and one or two fluttered their wings in a timid and nervous
+way; but none of them, little or big, thought best to make any reply.</p>
+<p>"Well," said Jim Crow, gruffly, "what's the matter with you fellows? Haven't you got tongues?
+You seemed to talk fast enough a minute ago."</p>
+<p>"Excuse me," replied a bullfinch, in a dignified voice; "we haven't the honor of your
+acquaintance. You are a stranger."</p>
+<p>"My name's Jim Crow," he answered, "and I won't be a stranger long, because I'm going to live
+here."</p>
+<p>They all looked grave at this speech, and a little thrush hopped from one branch to another, and
+remarked:</p>
+<p>"We haven't any crows here at all. If you want to find your own folks you must go to some
+other place."</p>
+<p>"What do I care about my own folks?" asked Jim, with a laugh that made the little thrush
+shudder. "I prefer to live alone."</p>
+<p>"Haven't you a mate?" asked a robin, speaking in a very polite tone.</p>
+<p>"No; and I don't want any," said Jim Crow. "I'm going to live all by myself. There's plenty of
+room in this forest, I guess."</p>
+<p>"Certainly," replied the bullfinch. "There is plenty of room for you here if you behave yourself
+and obey the laws."</p>
+<p>"Who's going to make me?" he asked, angrily.</p>
+<p>"Any decent person, even if he's a crow, is bound to respect the law," answered the bullfinch,
+calmly.</p>
+<p>Jim Crow was a little ashamed, for he didn't wish to acknowledge he wasn't decent. So he
+said:</p>
+<p>"What are your laws?"</p>
+<p>"The same as those in all other forests. You must respect the nests and the property of all other
+birds, and not interfere with them when they're hunting for food. And you must warn your fellow-
+birds whenever there is danger, and assist them to protect their young from prowling beasts. If you
+obey these laws, and do not steal from or interfere with your neighbors, you have a right to a nest
+in our forest."</p>
+<p>"To be quite frank with you, though," said the robin, "we prefer your room to your
+company."</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/95.jpg" alt="Jim finds a home"><br>JIM FINDS A HOME</p>
+<p>"I'm going to stay," said the crow. "I guess I'm as good as the rest of you; so you fellows just
+mind your own business and I'll mind mine."</p>
+<p>With these words he left them, and when he had mounted to a position above the trees he saw
+that one tall, slim pine was higher than all the rest, and that at its very top was a big deserted
+nest.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/97.jpg" alt="Jim Crow"></p>
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="2-4">Chapter IV</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Jim Crow Becomes a Robber</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">I</font><font size="+2">T</font> looked like a crow's nest to Jim, so he flew
+toward the pine tree and lit upon a branch close by. One glance told him that at some time it really
+must have been the home of birds of his kind, who for some reason had abandoned it long ago.
+The nest was large and bulky, being made of strong sticks woven together with fine roots and
+grasses. It was rough outside, but smooth inside, and when Jim Crow had kicked out the dead
+leaves and twigs that had fallen into it, he decided it was nearly as good as new, and plenty good
+enough for a solitary crow like him to live in. So with his bill he made a mark on the nest, that
+every bird might know it belonged to him, and felt that at last he had found a home.</p>
+<p>During the next few days he made several attempts to get acquainted with the other birds, but
+they were cold and distant, though very polite to him; and none of them seemed to care for his
+society.</p>
+<p>No bird ever came near his nest, but he often flew down to the lower trees and perched upon
+one or another of them, so gradually the birds of the forest got used to seeing him around, and paid
+very little attention to his actions.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/99.jpg" alt="Mrs. Wren is heart-broken"><br>MRS. WREN IS
+HEART-BROKEN</p>
+<p>One day Mrs. Wren missed two brown eggs from her nest, and her little heart was nearly broken
+with grief. It took the mocking bird and the bullfinch a whole afternoon to comfort her, while Mr.
+Wren hopped around in nearly as much distress as his wife. No animals had been seen in the forest
+who would do this evil thing, so no one could imagine who the thief might be.</p>
+<p>Such an outrage was almost unknown in this pleasant forest, and it made all the birds nervous
+and fearful. A few days later a still greater horror came upon them, for the helpless young children
+of Mrs. Linnet were seized one morning from their nest, while their parents were absent in search
+of food, and were carried away bodily. Mr. Linnet declared that on his way back to his nest he had
+seen a big black monster leaving it, but had been too frightened to notice just what the creature
+looked like. But the lark, who had been up very early that morning, stated that he had seen no one
+near that part of the forest except Jim Crow, who had flown swiftly to his nest in the tall pine-
+tree.</p>
+<p>This was enough to make all the birds look upon Jim Crow with grave suspicion, and Robin
+Redbreast called a secret meeting of all the birds to discuss the question and decide what must be
+done to preserve their nests from the robber. Jim Crow was so much bigger and fiercer than any of
+the others that none dared accuse him openly or venture to quarrel with him; but they had a good
+friend living not far away who was not afraid of Jim Crow or any one else, so they finally decided
+to send for him and ask his assistance.</p>
+<p>The starling undertook to be the messenger, and as soon as the meeting was over he flew away
+upon his errand.</p>
+<p>"What were all you folks talking about?" asked the crow, flying down and alighting upon a limb
+near to those who had not yet left the place of meeting.</p>
+<p>"We were talking about you," said the thrush, boldly; "and you wouldn't care at all to know
+what we said, Mister Jim Crow."</p>
+<p>Jim looked a trifle guilty and ashamed at hearing this, but knowing they were all afraid of him
+he burst out into a rude laugh.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/103.jpg" alt="&quot;Caw! Caw! Caw! What do I
+care?&quot;"><br>"CAW! CAW! CAW! WHAT DO I CARE?"</p>
+<p>"Caw! caw! caw!" he chuckled hoarsely; "what do I care what you say about me? But don't you
+get saucy, my pretty thrush, or your friends will miss you some fine morning, and never see you
+again."</p>
+<p>This awful threat made them all silent, for they remembered the fate of poor Mrs. Linnet's
+children, and very few of the birds now had any doubt but that Jim Crow knew more about the
+death of those helpless little ones than he cared to tell.</p>
+<p>Finding they would not talk with him, the crow flew back to his tree, where he sat sullenly
+perched upon a branch near his nest. And they were very glad to get rid of him so easily.</p>
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="2-5">Chapter V</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Jim Crow Meets Policeman Blue Jay</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">N</font><font size="+2">EXT</font> morning Jim Crow woke up hungry,
+and as he sat lazily in his big nest, he remembered that he had seen four pretty brown eggs,
+speckled with white, in the nest of the oriole that lived at the edge of the forest.</p>
+<p>"Those eggs will taste very good for breakfast," he thought. "I'll go at once and get them; and if
+old Mammy Oriole makes a fuss, I'll eat her, too."</p>
+<p>He hopped out of his nest and on to a branch, and the first thing his sharp eye saw was a big
+and strange bird sitting upon the tree just opposite him and looking steadily in his direction.</p>
+<p>Never having lived among other birds until now, the crow did not know what kind of bird this
+was, but as he faced the new-comer he had a sort of shiver in his heart that warned him to beware
+an enemy. Indeed, it was none other than the Blue Jay that had appeared so suddenly, and he had
+arrived that morning because the starling had told him of the thefts that had taken place, and the
+Blue Jay is well known as the policeman of the forest and a terror to all evil-doers.</p>
+<p>In size he was nearly as big as Jim Crow himself, and he had a large crest of feathers on the top
+of his head that made him look even more fierce&mdash;especially when he ruffled them up. His
+body was purplish blue color on the back and purplish gray below, and there was a collar of black
+feathers running all around his neck. But his wings and tail were a beautiful rich blue, as delightful
+in color as the sky on a fine May morning; so in personal appearance Policeman Blue Jay was
+much handsomer than Jim Crow. But it was the sharp, stout beak that most alarmed the crow, and
+had Jim been wiser he would have known that before him was the most deadly foe of his race, and
+that the greatest pleasure a Blue Jay finds in life is to fight with and punish a crow.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/107.jpg" alt="Policeman Blue Jay"><br>POLICEMAN BLUE
+JAY</p>
+<p>But Jim was not very wise; and so he imagined, after his first terror had passed away, that he
+could bully this bird as he had the others, and make it fear him.</p>
+<p>"Well, what are you doing here?" he called out, in his crossest voice, for he was anxious to get
+away and rob the oriole's nest.</p>
+<p>The Blue Jay gave a scornful, chattering laugh as he answered:</p>
+<p>"That's none of your business, Jim Crow."</p>
+<p>"Take care!" warned the crow; "you'll be sorry if you don't treat me with proper respect."</p>
+<p>The Blue Jay winked solemnly, in a way that would have been very comical to any observer
+other than the angry crow.</p>
+<p>"Don't hurt me&mdash;please don't!" he said, fluttering on the branch as if greatly frightened.
+"My mother would feel dreadful bad if anything happened to me."</p>
+<p>"Well, then, behave yourself," returned the crow, strutting proudly along a limb and flopping
+his broad wings in an impressive manner. For he was foolish enough to think he had made the other
+afraid.</p>
+<p>But no sooner had he taken flight and soared into the air than the Blue Jay darted at him like an
+arrow from a bow, and before Jim Crow could turn to defend himself the bill of his enemy struck
+him full in the breast. Then, with a shriek of shrill laughter, the policeman darted away and
+disappeared in the forest, leaving the crow to whirl around in the air once or twice and then sink
+slowly down, with some of his own torn feathers floating near him as witnesses to his defeat.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/111.jpg" alt="Policeman Blue Jay punishes
+Jim"><br>POLICEMAN BLUE JAY PUNISHES JIM</p>
+<p>The attack had dazed and astonished him beyond measure; but he found he was not much hurt,
+after all. Crows are tougher than most birds. Jim managed to reach one of the brooks, where he
+bathed his breast in the cool water, and soon he felt much refreshed and more like his old self
+again.</p>
+<p>But he decided not to go to the oriole's nest that morning, but to search for grabs and beetles
+amongst the mosses beneath the oak-trees.</p>
+
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="2-6">Chapter VI</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Jim Crow Fools the Policeman</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">F</font><font size="+2">ROM</font> that time on Policeman Blue Jay made
+his home in the forest, keeping a sharp eye upon the actions of Jim Crow. And one day he flew
+away to the southward and returned with Mrs. Blue Jay, who was even more beautiful than her
+mate. Together they built a fine nest in a tree that stood near to the crow's tall pine, and soon after
+they had settled down to housekeeping Mrs. Blue Jay began to lay eggs of a pretty brown color
+mottled with darker brown specks.</p>
+<p>Had Jim Crow known what was best for him he would have flown away from this forest and
+found himself a new home. Within a short flight were many bits of woodland where a crow might
+get a good living and not be bothered by blue jays. But Jim was obstinate and foolish, and had
+made up his mind that he never would again be happy until he had been revenged upon his
+enemy.</p>
+<p>He dared no longer rob the nests so boldly as he had before, so he became sly and cunning. He
+soon found out that the Blue Jay could not fly as high as he could, nor as fast; so, if he kept a sharp
+lookout for the approach of his foe, he had no trouble in escaping. But if he went near to the nests
+of the smaller birds, there was the blue policeman standing guard, and ready and anxious to fight at
+a moment's notice. It was really no place for a robber at all, unless the robber was clever.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/115.jpg" alt="Jim disguises himself"><br>JIM DISGUISES
+HIMSELF</p>
+<p>One day Jim Crow discovered a chalkpit among the rocks at the north of the forest, just beyond
+the edge of trees. The chalk was soft and in some places crumbled to a fine powder, so that when
+he had rolled himself for a few minutes in the dust all his feathers became as white as snow. This
+fact gave to Jim Crow a bright idea. No longer black, but white as a dove, he flew away to the
+forest and passed right by Policeman Blue Jay, who only noticed that a big white bird had flown
+amongst the trees, and did not suspect it was the thieving crow in a clever disguise.</p>
+<p>Jim found a robin's nest that was not protected, both the robin and his wife being away in
+search of food. So he ate up the eggs and kicked the nest to pieces and then flew away again,
+passing the Blue Jay a second time all unnoticed.</p>
+<p>When he reached a brook he washed all the chalk away from his feathers and then returned to
+his nest as black as ever.</p>
+<p>All the birds were angry and dismayed when they found what had happened, but none could
+imagine who had robbed the robins. Mrs. Robin, who was not easily discouraged, built another nest
+and laid more eggs in it; but the next day a second nest in the forest was robbed, and then another
+and another, until the birds complained that Policeman Blue Jay did not protect them at all.</p>
+<p>"I can't understand it in the least," said the policeman, "for I have watched carefully, and I
+know Jim Crow has never dared to come near to your trees."</p>
+<p>"Then some one else is the robber," declared the thrush fussily.</p>
+<p>"The only stranger I have noticed around here is a big white bird," replied the Blue Jay, "and
+white birds never rob nests or eat eggs, as you all know very well."</p>
+<p>So they were no nearer the truth than before, and the thefts continued; for each day Jim Crow
+would make himself white in the chalk-pit, fly into the forest and destroy the precious eggs of some
+innocent little bird, and afterward wash himself in some far-away brook, and return to his nest
+chuckling with glee to think he had fooled the Blue Jay so nicely.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/119.jpg" alt="Policeman Blue Jay discovers the
+culprit"><br>POLICEMAN BLUE JAY DISCOVERS THE CULPRIT</p>
+<p>But the Blue Jay, although stupid and unsuspecting at first, presently began to get a little
+wisdom. He remembered that all this trouble had commenced when the strange white bird first
+arrived in the forest; and although it was doubtless true that white birds never eat eggs and have
+honest reputations, he decided to watch this stranger and make sure that it was innocent of the
+frightful crimes that had so aroused the dwellers in the forest.</p>
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="2-7">Chapter VII</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Jim Crow is Punished</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">S</font><font size="+2">O</font> one day Policeman Blue Jay hid himself in
+some thick bushes until he saw the big white bird fly by, and then he followed quietly after it,
+flitting from tree to tree and keeping out of sight as much as possible, until at last he saw the white
+bird alight near a bullfinch's nest and eat up all the eggs it contained.</p>
+<p>Then, ruffling his crest angrily, Policeman Blue Jay flew to attack the big white robber, and was
+astonished to find he could not catch it. For the white bird flew higher into the air than he could,
+and also flew much faster, so that it soon escaped and passed out of sight.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/122.jpg" alt="The birds of the forest"><br>THE BIRDS OF
+THE FOREST</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/123.jpg" alt="are revenged on Jim"><br>ARE REVENGED
+ON JIM</p>
+<p>"It must be a white crow," thought the Blue Jay; "for only a crow can beat me at flying, and
+some of that race are said to be white, although I have never seen one."</p>
+<p>So he called together all the birds, and told them what he had seen, and they all agreed to hide
+themselves the next day and lie in wait for the thief.</p>
+<p>By this time Jim Crow thought himself perfectly safe, and success had made him as bold as he
+was wicked. Therefore he suspected nothing when, after rolling himself in the chalk, he flew down
+the next day into the forest to feast upon birds' eggs. He soon came to a pretty nest, and was just
+about to rob it, when a chorus of shrill cries arose on every side of him and hundreds of
+birds&mdash;so many that they quite filled the air&mdash;flew straight at the white one, pecking
+him with their bills and striking him with their wings; for anger had made even the most timid of the
+little birds fierce, and there were so many of them that they gave each other courage.</p>
+<p>Jim Crow tried to escape, but whichever way he might fly his foes clustered all around him,
+getting in his way so that he could not use his big wings properly. And all the time they were
+pecking at him and fighting him as hard as they could. Also, the chalk was brushed from his
+feathers, by degrees, and soon the birds were able to recognize their old enemy the crow, and then,
+indeed, they became more furious than ever.</p>
+<p>Policeman Blue Jay was especially angry at the deception practiced upon him, and if he could
+have got at the crow just then he would have killed it instantly. But the little birds were all in his
+way, so he was forced to hold aloof.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/127.jpg" alt="The birds bear water to Jim"><br>THE BIRDS
+BEAR WATER TO JIM</p>
+<p>Filled with terror and smarting with pain, Jim Crow had only one thought: to get to the shelter of
+his nest in the pine-tree. In some way he managed to do this, and to sink exhausted into the hollow
+of his nest. But many of his enemies followed him, and although the thick feathers of his back and
+wings protected his body, Jim's head and eyes were at the mercy of the sharp bills of the vengeful
+birds.</p>
+<p>When at last they left him, thinking he had been sufficiently punished, Jim Crow was as nearly
+dead as a bird could be. But crows are tough, and this one was unlucky enough to remain alive. For
+when his wounds had healed he had become totally blind, and day after day he sat in his nest,
+helpless and alone, and dared not leave it.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/129.jpg" alt="Jim Crow"></p>
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="2-8">Chapter VIII</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Jim Crow Has Time to Repent His Sins</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">"W</font><font size="+2">HERE</font> are you going, my dear?" asked the
+Blue Jay of his wife.</p>
+<p>"I'm going to carry some grubs to Jim Crow," she answered. "I'll be back in a minute."</p>
+<p>"Jim Crow is a robber and a murderer!" said the policeman, harshly.</p>
+<p>"I know," she replied, in a sweet voice; "but he is blind."</p>
+<p>"Well, fly along," said her husband; "but hurry back again."</p>
+<p>And the robin-redbreast and his wife filled a cup-shaped flower with water from the brook, and
+then carried it in their bills to the pine-tree, without spilling a drop.</p>
+<p>"Where are you going?" asked the oriole, as they passed.</p>
+<p>"We're just taking some water to Jim Crow," replied Mrs. Robin.</p>
+<p>"He's a thief and a scoundrel!" cried the oriole, indignantly.</p>
+<p>"That is true." said Mrs. Robin, in a soft, pitiful voice; "but he is blind."</p>
+<p>"Let me help you." exclaimed the oriole. "I'll carry this side of the cup, so it can't tip."</p>
+<p>So Jim Crow, blind and helpless, sat in his nest day after day and week after week, while the
+little birds he had so cruelly wronged brought him food and water and cared for him as generously
+as they could.</p>
+<p>And I wonder what his thoughts were&mdash;don't you?</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/131.jpg" alt="Jim Crow"></p>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<br><br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="3">PRARIE-DOG TOWN</a></h1>
+<br><br><br><br>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/135.jpg" alt="Prarie-Dog Town"></p>
+<br><br><br><br>
+<h2>List of Chapters</h2>
+<hr width="10%">
+<table border="0" align="center">
+<tr><td colspan="4"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p>PAGE</p>
+<tr><td><p>I</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#3-1">The Picnic</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">137</p>
+<tr><td><p>II</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#3-2">Prarie-Dog Town</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">145</p>
+<tr><td><p>III</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#3-3">Mr. Bowko, the Mayor</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">150</p>
+<tr><td><p>IV</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#3-4">Presto Digi, the Magician</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">158</p>
+<tr><td><p>V</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#3-5">The Home of the Puff-Pudgys</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">166</p>
+<tr><td><p>VI</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#3-6">Teenty and Weenty</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">174</p>
+<tr><td><p>VII</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#3-7">The Mayour Gives a Luncheon</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">181</p>
+<tr><td><p>VIII</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#3-8">On Top of the Earth Again</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">189</p>
+</table>
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="3-1">Chapter I</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>The Picnic</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">O</font><font size="+2">N</font> the great western prairies of Dakota is a
+little town called Edgeley, because it is on the edge of civilization&mdash;a very big word which
+means some folks have found a better way to live than other folks. The Edgeley people have a
+good way to live, for there are almost seventeen wooden houses there, and among them is a school-
+house, a church, a store and a blacksmith-shop. If people walked out their front doors they were
+upon the little street; if they walked out the back doors they were on the broad prairies. That was
+why Twinkle, who was a farmer's little girl, lived so near the town that she could easily walk to
+school.</p>
+<p>She was a pretty, rosy-cheeked little thing, with long, fluffy hair, and big round eyes that
+everybody smiled into when they saw them. It was hard to keep that fluffy hair from getting
+tangled; so mamma used to tie it in the back with a big, broad ribbon. And Twinkle wore calico
+slips for school days and gingham dresses when she wanted to "dress up" or look especially nice.
+And to keep the sun from spotting her face with freckles, she wore sunbonnets made of the same
+goods as her dresses.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/139.jpg" alt="Chubbins"><br>CHUBBINS</p>
+<p>Twinkle's best chum was a little boy called Chubbins, who was the only child of the tired-faced
+school-teacher. Chubbins was about as old as Twinkle; but he wasn't so tall and slender for his age
+as she was, being short and rather fat. The hair on his little round head was cut close, and he
+usually wore a shirt-waist and "knickers," with a wide straw hat on the back of his head. Chubbins's
+face was very solemn. He never said many words when grown folks were around, but he could talk
+fast enough when he and Twinkle were playing together alone.</p>
+<p>Well, one Saturday the school had a picnic, and Twinkle and Chubbins both went. On the
+Dakota prairies there are no shade-trees at all, and very little water except what they they get by
+boring deep holes in the ground; so you may wonder where the people could possibly have a
+picnic. But about three miles from the town a little stream of water (which they called a "river," but
+we would call only a brook) ran slow and muddy across the prairie; and where the road crossed it a
+flat bridge had been built. If you climbed down the banks of the river you would find a nice shady
+place under the wooden bridge; and so here it was that the picnics were held.</p>
+<p>All the village went to the picnic, and they started bright and early in the morning, with horses
+and farm-wagons, and baskets full of good things to eat, and soon arrived at the bridge.</p>
+<p>There was room enough in its shade for all to be comfortable; so they unhitched the horses and
+carried the baskets to the river bank, and began to laugh and be as merry as they could.</p>
+<p>Twinkle and Chubbins, however, didn't care much for the shade of the bridge. This was a
+strange place to them, so they decided to explore it and see if it was any different from any other
+part of the prairie. Without telling anybody where they were going, they took hold of hands and
+trotted across the bridge and away into the plains on the other side.</p>
+<p>The ground here wasn't flat, but had long rolls to it, like big waves on the ocean, so that as soon
+as the little girl and boy had climbed over the top of the first wave, or hill, those by the river lost
+sight of them.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/143.jpg" alt="Twinkle and Chubbins start to
+explore"><br>TWINKLE AND CHUBBINS START TO EXPLORE</p>
+<p>They saw nothing but grass in the first hollow, but there was another hill just beyond, so they
+kept going, and climbed over that too. And now they found, lying in the second hollow, one of the
+most curious sights that the western prairies afford.</p>
+<p>"What is it?" asked Chubbins, wonderingly.</p>
+<p>"Why, it's a Prairie-Dog Town," said Twinkle.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/144.jpg" alt="A prarie-dog"></p>
+
+
+
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="3-2">Chapter II</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Prarie-Dog Town</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">L</font><font size="+2">YING</font> in every direction, and quite filling the
+little hollow, were round mounds of earth, each one having a hole in the center. The mounds were
+about two feet high and as big around as a wash-tub, and the edges of the holes were pounded hard
+and smooth by the pattering feet of the little creatures that lived within.</p>
+<p>"Isn't it funny!" said Chubbins, staring at the mounds.</p>
+<p>"Awful," replied Twinkle, staring too. "Do you know, Chub, there are an'mals living in every
+single one of those holes?"</p>
+<p>"What kind?" asked Chubbins.</p>
+<p>"Well, they're something like squirrels, only they <i>aren't</i> squirrels," she explained.
+"They're prairie-dogs."</p>
+<p>"Don't like dogs," said the boy, looking a bit uneasy.</p>
+<p>"Oh, they're not dogs at all," said Twinkle; "they're soft and fluffy, and gentle."</p>
+<p>"Do they bark?" he asked.</p>
+<p>"Yes; but they don't bite."</p>
+<p>"How d' you know, Twink?"</p>
+<p>"Papa has told me about them, lots of times. He says they're so shy that they run into their holes
+when anybody's around; but if you keep quiet and watch, they'll stick their heads out in a few
+minutes."</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/147.jpg" alt="Watching"><br>WATCHING</p>
+<p>"Let's watch," said Chubbins.</p>
+<p>"All right," she agreed.</p>
+<p>Very near to some of the mounds was a raised bank, covered with soft grass; so the children
+stole softly up to this bank and lay down upon it in such a way that their heads just stuck over the
+top of it, while their bodies were hidden from the eyes of any of the folks of Prairie-Dog
+Town.</p>
+<p>"Are you comferble, Chub?" asked the little girl.</p>
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+<p>"Then lie still and don't talk, and keep your eyes open, and perhaps the an'mals will stick their
+heads up."</p>
+<p>"All right," says Chubbins.</p>
+<p>So they kept quiet and waited, and it seemed a long time to both the boy and the girl before a
+soft, furry head popped out of a near-by hole, and two big, gentle brown eyes looked at them
+curiously.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/149.jpg" alt="A prarie-dog"></p>
+
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="3-3">Chapter III</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Mr. Bowko, the Mayor</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">"D</font><font size="+2">EAR</font> me!" said the prairie-dog, speaking
+almost in a whisper; "here are some of those queer humans from the village."</p>
+<p>"Let me see! Let me see!" cried two shrill little voices, and the wee heads of two small creatures
+popped out of the hole and fixed their bright eyes upon the heads of Twinkle and Chubbins.</p>
+<p>"Go down at once!" said the mother prairie-dog. "Do you want to get hurt, you naughty little
+things?"</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/151.jpg" alt="&quot;Go down at once!&quot;"><br>"GO
+DOWN AT ONCE!"</p>
+<p>"Oh, they won't get hurt," said another deeper voice, and the children turned their eyes toward a
+second mound, on top of which sat a plump prairie-dog whose reddish fur was tipped with white
+on the end of each hair. He seemed to be quite old, or at least well along in years, and he had a
+wise and thoughtful look on his face.</p>
+<p>"They're humans," said the mother.</p>
+<p>"True enough; but they're only human children, and wouldn't hurt your little ones for the
+world," the old one said.</p>
+<p>"That's so!" called Twinkle. "All we want, is to get acquainted."</p>
+<p>"Why, in that case," replied the old prairie-dog, "you are very welcome in our town, and we're
+glad to see you."</p>
+<p>"Thank you," said Twinkle, gratefully. It didn't occur to her just then that it was wonderful to be
+talking to the little prairie-dogs just as if they were people. It seemed very natural they should speak
+with each other and be friendly.</p>
+<p>As if attracted by the sound of voices, little heads began to pop out of the other
+mounds&mdash;one here and one there&mdash;until the town was alive with the pretty creatures,
+all squatting near the edges of their holes and eyeing Chubbins and Twinkle with grave and curious
+looks.</p>
+<p>"Let me introduce myself," said the old one that had first proved friendly. "My name is Bowko,
+and I'm the Mayor and High Chief of Prairie-Dog Town."</p>
+<p>"Don't you have a king?" asked Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"Not in this town," he answered. "There seems to be no place for kings in this free United
+States. And a Mayor and High Chief is just as good as a king, any day."</p>
+<p>"I think so, too," answered the girl.</p>
+<p>"Better!" declared Chubbins.</p>
+<p>The Mayor smiled, as if pleased.</p>
+<p>"I see you've been properly brought up," he continued; "and now let me introduce to you some
+of my fellow-citizens. This," pointing with one little paw to the hole where the mother and her two
+children were sitting, "is Mrs. Puff-Pudgy and her family&mdash;Teenty and Weenty. Mr. Puff-
+Pudgy, I regret to say, was recently chased out of town for saying his prayers backwards."</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/155.jpg" alt="Mr. Puff-Pudgy would say his prayers
+backward"><br>MR. PUFF-PUDGY WOULD SAY HIS PRAYERS BACKWARD</p>
+<p>"How could he?" asked Chubbins, much surprised.</p>
+<p>"He was always contrary," answered the Mayor, with a sigh, "and wouldn't do things the same
+way that others did. His good wife, Mrs. Puff-Pudgy, had to scold him all day long; so we finally
+made him leave the town, and I don't know where he's gone to."</p>
+<p>"Won't he be sorry not to have his little children any more?" asked Twinkle, regretfully.</p>
+<p>"I suppose so; but if people are contrary, and won't behave, they must take the consequences.
+This is Mr. Chuckledorf," continued the Mayor, and a very fat prairie-dog bowed to them most
+politely; "and here is Mrs. Fuzcum; and Mrs. Chatterby; and Mr. Sneezeley, and Doctor
+Dosem."</p>
+<p>All these folks bowed gravely and politely, and Chubbins and Twinkle bobbed their heads in
+return until their necks ached, for it seemed as if the Mayor would never get through introducing
+the hundreds of prairie-dogs that were squatting around.</p>
+<p>"I'll never be able to tell one from the other," whispered the girl; "'cause they all look exactly
+alike."</p>
+<p>"Some of 'em's fatter," observed Chubbins; "but I don't know which."</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/157.jpg" alt="A prarie-dog"></p>
+
+
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="3-4">Chapter IV</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Presto Digi, the Magician</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">"A</font><font size="+2">ND</font> now, if you like, we will be pleased to
+have you visit some of our houses," said Mr. Bowko, the Mayor, in a friendly tone.</p>
+<p>"But we can't!" exclaimed Twinkle. "We're too big," and she got up and sat down upon the
+bank, to show him how big she really was when compared with the prairie-dogs.</p>
+<p>"Oh, that doesn't matter in the least," the Mayor replied. "I'll have Presto Digi, our magician,
+reduce you to our size."</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/159.jpg" alt="Mr. Bowko, the Mayor"><br>MR. BOWKO,
+THE MAYOR</p>
+<p>"Can he?" asked Twinkle, doubtfully.</p>
+<p>"Our magician can do anything," declared the Mayor. Then he sat up and put both his front
+paws to his mouth and made a curious sound that was something like a bark and something like a
+whistle, but not exactly like either one.</p>
+<p>Then everybody waited in silence until a queer old prairie-dog slowly put his head out of a big
+mound near the center of the village.</p>
+<p>"Good morning, Mr. Presto Digi," said the Mayor.</p>
+<p>"Morning!" answered the magician, blinking his eyes as if he had just awakened from
+sleep.</p>
+<p>Twinkle nearly laughed at this scrawny, skinny personage; but by good fortune, for she didn't
+wish to offend him, she kept her face straight and did not even smile.</p>
+<p>"We have two guests here, this morning," continued the Mayor, addressing the magician, "who
+are a little too large to get into our houses. So, as they are invited to stay to luncheon, it would
+please us all if you would kindly reduce them to fit our underground rooms."</p>
+<p>"Is <i>that</i> all you want?" asked Mr. Presto Digi, bobbing his head at the children.</p>
+<p>"It seems to me a great deal," answered Twinkle. "I'm afraid you never could do it."</p>
+<p>"Wow!" said the magician, in a scornful voice that was almost a bark. "I can do that with one
+paw. Come here to me, and don't step on any of our mounds while you're so big and clumsy."</p>
+<p>So Twinkle and Chubbins got up and walked slowly toward the magician, taking great care
+where they stepped. Teenty and Weenty were frightened, and ducked their heads with little squeals
+as the big children passed their mound; but they bobbed up again the next moment, being curious to
+see what would happen.</p>
+<p>When the boy and girl stopped before Mr. Presto Digi's mound, he began waving one of his
+thin, scraggy paws and at the same time made a gurgling noise that was deep down in his throat.
+And his eyes rolled and twisted around in a very odd way.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/163.jpg" alt="Mr. Presto Digi works magic"><br>MR. PRESTO
+DIGI WORKS MAGIC</p>
+<p>Neither Twinkle nor Chubbins felt any effect from the magic, nor any different from ordinary;
+but they knew they were growing smaller, because their eyes were getting closer to the
+magician.</p>
+<p>"Is that enough?" asked Mr. Presto, after a while.</p>
+<p>"Just a little more, please," replied the Mayor; "I don't want them to bump their heads against the
+doorways."</p>
+<p>So the magician again waved his paw and chuckled and gurgled and blinked, until Twinkle
+suddenly found she had to look up at him as he squatted on his mound.</p>
+<p>"Stop!" she screamed; "if you keep on, we won't be anything at all!"</p>
+<p>"You're just about the right size," said the Mayor, looking them over with much pleasure, and
+when the girl turned around she found Mr. Bowko and Mrs. Puff-Pudgy standing beside her, and
+she could easily see that Chubbins was no bigger than they, and she was no bigger than
+Chubbins.</p>
+<p>"Kindly follow me," said Mrs. Puff-Pudgy, "for my little darlings are anxious to make your
+acquaintance, and as I was the first to discover you, you are to be my guests first of all, and
+afterward go to the Mayor's to luncheon."</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/165.jpg" alt="A prarie-dog"></p>
+
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="3-5">Chapter V</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>The Home of the Puff-Pudgys</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">S</font><font size="+2">O</font> Twinkle and Chubbins, still holding hands,
+trotted along to the Puff-Pudgy mound, and it was strange how rough the ground now seemed to
+their tiny feet. They climbed up the slope of the mound rather clumsily, and when they came to the
+hole it seemed to them as big as a well. Then they saw that it wasn't a deep hole, but a sort of tunnel
+leading down hill into the mound, and Twinkle knew if they were careful they were not likely to
+slip or tumble down.</p>
+
+<p align="center"><img src="images/167.jpg" alt="The ground now seemed rough to their tiny
+feet"><br>THE GROUND NOW SEEMED ROUGH TO THEIR TINY FEET</p>
+<p>Mrs. Puff-Pudgy popped into the hole like a flash, for she was used to it, and waited just below
+the opening to guide them. So, Twinkle slipped down to the floor of the tunnel and Chubbins
+followed close after her, and then they began to go downward.</p>
+<p>"It's a little dark right here," said Mrs. Puff-Pudgy; "but I've ordered the maid to light the candles
+for you, so you'll see well enough when you're in the rooms."</p>
+<p>"Thank you," said Twinkle, walking along the hall and feeling her way by keeping her hand
+upon the smooth sides of the passage. "I hope you won't go to any trouble, or put on airs, just
+because we've come to visit you."</p>
+<p>"If I do," replied Mrs. Puffy-Pudgy, "it's because I know the right way to treat company. We've
+always belonged to the 'four hundred,' you know. Some folks never know what to do, or how to do
+it, but that isn't the way with the Puff-Pudgys. Hi! you, Teenty and Weenty&mdash;get out of here
+and behave yourselves! You'll soon have a good look at our visitors."</p>
+<p>And now they came into a room so comfortable and even splendid that Twinkle's eyes opened
+wide with amazement.</p>
+<p>It was big, and of a round shape, and on the walls were painted very handsome portraits of
+different prairie-dogs of the Puff-Pudgy family. The furniture was made of white clay, baked hard
+in the sun and decorated with paints made from blue clay and red clay and yellow clay. This gave it
+a gorgeous appearance. There was a round table in the middle of the room, and several comfortable
+chairs and sofas. Around the walls were little brackets with candles in them, lighting the place very
+pleasantly.</p>
+<p>"Sit down, please," said Mrs. Puff-Pudgy. "You'll want to rest a minute before I show you
+around."</p>
+<p>So Twinkle and Chubbins sat upon the pretty clay chairs, and Teenty and Weenty sat opposite
+them and stared with their mischievous round eyes as hard as they could.</p>
+<p>"What nice furniture," exclaimed the girl.</p>
+<p>"Yes," replied Mrs. Puff-Pudgy, looking up at the picture of a sad-faced prairie-dog; "Mr. Puff-
+Pudgy made it all himself. He was very handy at such things. It's a shame he turned out so
+obstinate."</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/171.jpg" alt="Mr. Puff-Pudgy's portrait"><br>MR. PUFF-
+PUDGY'S PORTRAIT</p>
+<p>"Did he build the house too?"</p>
+<p>"Why, he dug it out, if that's what you mean. But I advised him how to do it, so I deserve some
+credit for it myself. Next to the Mayor's, it's the best house in town, which accounts for our high
+social standing. Weenty! take your paw out of your mouth. You're biting your claws again."</p>
+<p>"I'm not!" said Weenty.</p>
+<p>"And now," continued Mrs. Puff-Pudgy, "if you are rested, I'll show you through the rest of our
+house."</p>
+<p>So, they got up and followed her, and she led the children through an archway into the dining-
+room. Here was a cupboard full of the cunningest little dishes Twinkle had ever seen. They were all
+made of clay, baked hard in the sun, and were of graceful shapes, and nearly as smooth and
+perfect as our own dishes.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/173.jpg" alt="A prarie-dog"></p>
+
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="3-6">Chapter VI</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Teenty and Weenty</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">A</font><font size="+2">LL</font> around the sides of the dining-room were
+pockets, or bins, in the wall; and these were full of those things the prairie-dogs are most fond of
+eating. Clover-seeds filled one bin, and sweet roots another; dried mulberry leaves&mdash;that
+must have come from a long distance&mdash;were in another bin, and even kernels of yellow field
+corn were heaped in one place. The Puff-Pudgys were surely in no danger of starving for some
+time to come.</p>
+<p>"Teenty! Put back that grain of wheat," commanded the mother, in a severe voice.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/175.jpg" alt="The children examine the dining-
+room"><br>THE CHILDREN EXAMINE THE DINING-ROOM</p>
+<p>Instead of obeying, Teenty put the wheat in his mouth and ate it as quickly as possible.</p>
+<p>"The little dears are <i>so</i> restless," Mrs. Puff-Pudgy said to Twinkle, "that it's hard to
+manage them."</p>
+<p>"They don't behave," remarked Chubbins, staring hard at the children.</p>
+<p>"No, they have a share of their father's obstinate nature," replied Mrs. Puff-Pudgy. "Excuse me
+a minute and I'll cuff them; It'll do them good."</p>
+<p>But before their mother could reach them, the children found trouble of their own. Teenty
+sprang at Weenty and began to fight, because his brother had pinched him, and Weenty fought
+back with all his might and main. They scratched with their claws and bit with their teeth, and rolled
+over and over upon the floor, bumping into the wall and upsetting the chairs, and snarling and
+growling all the while like two puppies.</p>
+<p>Mrs. Puff-Pudgy sat down and watched them, but did not interfere.</p>
+<p>"Won't they hurt themselves?" asked Twinkle, anxiously.</p>
+<p>"Perhaps so," said the mother; "but if they do, it will punish them for being so naughty. I always
+let them fight it out, because they are so sore for a day or two afterward that they have to keep
+quiet, and then I get a little rest."</p>
+<p>Weenty set up a great howling, just then, and Teenty drew away from his defeated brother and
+looked at him closely. The fur on both of them was badly mussed up, and Weenty had a long
+scratch on his nose, that must have hurt him, or he wouldn't have howled so. Teenty's left eye was
+closed tight, but if it hurt him he bore the pain in silence.</p>
+<p>Mrs. Puff-Pudgy now pushed them both into a little room and shut them up, saying they must
+stay there until bedtime; and then she led Twinkle and Chubbins into the kitchen and showed them
+a pool of clear water, in a big clay basin, that had been caught during the last rain and saved for
+drinking purposes. The children drank of it, and found it cool and refreshing.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/179.jpg" alt="The quarrel"><br>THE QUARREL</p>
+<p>Then they saw the bedrooms, and learned that the beds of prairie-dogs were nothing more than
+round hollows made in heaps of clay. These animals always curl themselves up when they sleep,
+and the round hollows just fitted their bodies; so, no doubt, they found them very comfortable.</p>
+<p>There were several bedrooms, for the Puff-Pudgy house was really very large. It was also very
+cool and pleasant, being all underground and not a bit damp.</p>
+<p>After they had admired everything in a way that made Mrs. Puff-Pudgy very proud and happy,
+their hostess took one of the lighted candles from a bracket and said she would now escort them to
+the house of the Honorable Mr. Bowko, the Mayor.</p>
+<p></p>
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="3-7">Chapter VII</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>The Mayor Gives a Luncheon</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">"D</font><font size="+2">ON'T</font> we have to go upstairs and out of
+doors?" asked Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"Oh, no," replied the prairie-dog, "we have halls connecting all the different houses of
+importance. Just follow me, and you can't get lost."</p>
+<p>They might easily have been lost without their guide, the little girl thought, after they had gone
+through several winding passages. They turned this way and that, in quite a bewildering manner,
+and there were so many underground tunnels going in every direction that it was a wonder Mrs.
+Puff-Pudgy knew which way to go.</p>
+<p>"You ought to have sign-posts," said Chubbins, who had once been in a city.</p>
+<p>"Why, as for that, every one in the town knows which way to go," answered their guide; "and it
+isn't often we have visitors. Last week a gray owl stopped with us for a couple of days, and we had
+a fine ball in her honor. But you are the first humans that have ever been entertained in our town,
+so it's quite an event with us." A few minutes later she said: "Here we are, at the Mayor's house,"
+and as they passed under a broad archway she blew out her candle, because the Mayor's house was
+so brilliantly lighted.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/183.jpg" alt="The luncheon at the mayor's"><br>THE
+LUNCHEON AT THE MAYOR'S</p>
+<p>"Welcome!" said Mr. Bowko, greeting the children with polite bows. "You are just in time, for
+luncheon is about ready and my guests are waiting for you."</p>
+<p>He led them at once into a big dining-room that was so magnificently painted with colored clays
+that the walls were as bright as a June rainbow.</p>
+<p>"How pretty!" cried Twinkle, clapping her hands together in delight.</p>
+<p>"I'm glad you like it," said the Mayor, much pleased. "Some people, who are lacking in good
+taste, think it's a little overdone, but a Mayor's house should be gorgeous, I think, so as to be a
+credit to the community. My grandfather, who designed and painted this house, was a very fine
+artist. But luncheon is ready, so pray be seated."</p>
+<p>They sat down on little clay chairs that were placed at the round table. The Mayor sat on one
+side of Twinkle and Mrs. Puff-Pudgy on the other, and Chubbins was between the skinny old
+magician and Mr. Sneezeley. Also, in other chairs sat Dr. Dosem, and Mrs. Chatterby, and Mrs.
+Fuzcum, and several others. It was a large company, indeed, which showed that the Mayor
+considered this a very important occasion.</p>
+<p>They were waited upon by several sleek prairie-dog maids in white aprons and white caps, who
+looked neat and respectable, and were very graceful in their motions.</p>
+<p>Neither Twinkle nor Chubbins was very hungry, but they were curious to know what kind of
+food the prairie-dogs ate, so they watched carefully when the different dishes were passed around.
+Only grains and vegetables were used, for prairie-dogs do not eat meat. There was a milk-weed
+soup at first; and then yellow corn, boiled and sliced thin. Afterward they had a salad of thistle
+leaves, and some bread made of barley. The dessert was a dish of the sweet, dark honey made by
+prairie-bees, and some cakes flavored with sweet and spicy roots that only prairie-dogs know how
+to find.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/187.jpg" alt="Mrs. Fuzcum singing"><br>MRS. FUZCUM
+SINGING</p>
+<p>The children tasted of several dishes, just to show their politeness; but they couldn't eat much.
+Chubbins spent most of his time watching Mr. Presto Digi, who ate up everything that was near him
+and seemed to be as hungry after the luncheon as he had been before.</p>
+<p>Mrs. Puff-Pudgy talked so much about the social standing and dignity of the Puff-Pudgys that
+she couldn't find time to eat much, although she asked for the recipe of the milk-weed soup. But
+most of the others present paid strict attention to the meal and ate with very good appetites.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/188.jpg" alt="Prarie-dogs"></p>
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="3-8">Chapter VIII</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>On Top of the Earth Again</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">A</font><font size="+2">FTERWARD</font> they all went into the big
+drawing-room, where Mrs. Fuzcum sang a song for them in a very shrill voice, and Mr. Sneezeley
+and Mrs. Chatterby danced a graceful minuet that was much admired by all present.</p>
+<p>"We ought to be going home," said Twinkle, after this entertainment was over. "I'm afraid our
+folks will worry about us."</p>
+<p>"We regret to part with you," replied the Mayor; "but, if you really think you ought to go, we
+will not be so impolite as to urge you to stay."</p>
+<p>"You'll find we have excellent manners," added Mrs. Puff-Pudgy.</p>
+<p>"I want to get big again," said Chubbins.</p>
+<p>"Very well; please step this way," said the Mayor.</p>
+<p>So they all followed him through a long passage until they began to go upward, as if climbing a
+hill. And then a gleam of daylight showed just ahead of them, and a few more steps brought them
+to the hole in the middle of the mound.</p>
+<p>The Mayor and Mrs. Puff-Pudgy jumped up first, and then they helped Twinkle and Chubbins
+to scramble out. The strong sunlight made them blink their eyes for a time, but when they were able
+to look around they found one or more heads of prairie-dogs sticking from every mound.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/191.jpg" alt="&quot;Do you think we've been
+asleep?&quot;"><br>"DO YOU THINK WE'VE BEEN ASLEEP?"</p>
+<p>"Now, Mr. Presto Digi," said the Mayor, when all the party were standing on the ground, "please
+enlarge our friends to their natural sizes again."</p>
+<p>"That is very easy," said the magician, with a sigh. "I really wish, Mr. Mayor, that you would
+find something for me to do that is difficult."</p>
+<p>"I will, some time," promised the Mayor. "Just now, this is all I can require of you."</p>
+<p>So the magician waved his paw and gurgled, much in the same way he had done before, and
+Twinkle and Chubbins began to grow, and swell out until they were as large as ever, and the prairie-
+dogs again seemed very small beside them.</p>
+<p>"Good-bye," said the little girl, "and thank you all, very much, for your kindness to us."</p>
+<p>"Good-bye!" answered a chorus of small voices, and then all the prairie-dogs popped into their
+holes and quickly disappeared.</p>
+<p>Twinkle and Chubbins found they were sitting on the green bank again, at the edge of Prairie-
+Dog Town.</p>
+<p>"Do you think we've been asleep, Chub?" asked the girl.</p>
+<p>"'Course not," replied Chubbins, with a big yawn. "It's easy 'nough to know that, Twink, 'cause
+I'm sleepy now!"</p>
+<br>
+<p align="center">THE END</p>
+
+
+<br><br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="4">PRINCE MUD-TURTLE</a></h1>
+<br><br><br><br>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/197.jpg" alt="Prince Mud-Turtle"></p>
+
+<br><br><br><br>
+<h2>List of Chapters</h2>
+<hr width="10%">
+<table border="0" align="center">
+<tr><td colspan="4"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p>PAGE</p>
+<tr><td><p>I</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#4-1">Twinkle Captures the Turtle</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">199</p>
+<tr><td><p>II</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#4-2">Twinkle Discovers the Turtle can Talk</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">207</p>
+<tr><td><p>III</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#4-3">The Turtle Tells of the Corrugated Giant</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">214</p>
+<tr><td><p>IV</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#4-4">Prince Turtle Remembers His Magic</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">223</p>
+<tr><td><p>V</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#4-5">Twinkle Promises to be Brave</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">232</p>
+<tr><td><p>VI</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#4-6">Twinkle Meets the Corrugated Giant</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">239</p>
+<tr><td><p>VII</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#4-7">Prince Mud-Turtle Becomes Prince Melga</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">244</p>
+<tr><td><p>VIII</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#4-8">Twinkle Receives a Medal</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">250</p>
+</table>
+
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="4-1">Chapter I</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Twinkle Captures the Turtle</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">O</font><font size="+2">NE</font> hot summer day Twinkle went down into
+the meadow to where the brook ran tinkling over its stones or rushed and whirled around the curves
+of the banks or floated lazily through the more wide and shallow parts. It wasn't much of a brook,
+to tell the facts, for there were many places where an active child could leap across it. But it was the
+only brook for miles around, and to Twinkle it was a never-ending source of delight. Nothing
+amused or refreshed the little girl more than to go wading on the pebbly bottom and let the little
+waves wash around her slim ankles.</p>
+<p>There was one place, just below the pasture lot, where it was deeper; and here there were real
+fishes swimming about, such as "horned aces" and "chubs" and "shiners"; and once in a while you
+could catch a mud-turtle under the edges of the flat stones or in hollows beneath the banks. The
+deep part was not very big, being merely a pool, but Twinkle never waded in it, because the water
+would come quite up to her waist, and then she would be sure to get her skirts wet, which would
+mean a good scolding from mamma.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/201.jpg" alt="Twinkle prepares to go wading"><br>TWINKLE
+PREPARES TO GO WADING</p>
+<p>To-day she climbed the fence in the lane, just where the rickety wooden bridge crossed the
+brook, and at once sat down upon the grassy bank and took off her shoes and stockings. Then,
+wearing her sun-bonnet to shield her face from the sun, she stepped softly into the brook and stood
+watching the cool water rush by her legs.</p>
+<p>It was very nice and pleasant; but Twinkle never could stand still for very long, so she began to
+wade slowly down the stream, keeping in the middle of the brook, and being able to see through the
+clear water all the best places to put her feet.</p>
+<p>Pretty soon she had to duck her head to pass under the fence that separated the meadow from
+the pasture lot; but she got through all right, and then kept on down the stream, until she came close
+to the deep pool. She couldn't wade through this, as I have explained; so she got on dry land and
+crept on her hands and knees up to the edge of the bank, so as not to scare the fishes, if any were
+swimming in the pool.</p>
+<p>By good luck there were several fishes in the pool to-day, and they didn't seem to notice that
+Twinkle was looking at them, so quiet had she been. One little fellow shone like silver when the
+sunshine caught his glossy sides, and the little girl watched him wiggling here and there with much
+delight. There was also a big, mud-colored fish that lay a long time upon the bottom without
+moving anything except his fins and the tip of his tail, and Twinkle also discovered a group of
+several small fishes not over an inch long, that always swam together in a bunch, as if they
+belonged to one family.</p>
+<p>The girl watched these little creatures long and earnestly. The pool was all of the world these
+simple fishes would ever know. They were born here, and would die here, without ever getting
+away from the place, or even knowing there was a much bigger world outside of it.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/205.jpg" alt="Twinkle captures the turtle"><br>TWINKLE
+CAPTURES THE TURTLE</p>
+<p>After a time the child noticed that the water had become a little muddy near the edge of the
+bank where she lay, and as it slowly grew clear again she saw a beautiful turtle lying just under her
+head and against the side of the bank. It was a little bigger around than a silver dollar, and instead
+of its shell being of a dull brown color, like that of all other mud-turtles she had seen, this one's
+back was streaked with brilliant patches of yellow and red.</p>
+<p>"I must get that lovely turtle!" thought Twinkle; and as the water was shallow where it lay she
+suddenly plunged in her hand, grabbed the turtle, and flung it out of the water on to the bank,
+where it fell upon its back, wiggling its four fat legs desperately in an attempt to turn over.</p>
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="4-2">Chapter II</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Twinkle Discovers the Turtle Can Talk</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">A</font><font size="+2">T</font> this sudden commotion in their water, the
+fishes darted away and disappeared in a flash. But Twinkle didn't mind that, for all her interest was
+now centered in the struggling turtle.</p>
+<p>She knelt upon the grass and bent over to watch it, and just then she thought she heard a small
+voice say:</p>
+<p>"It's no use; I can't do it!" and then the turtle drew its head and legs between the shells and
+remained still.</p>
+<p>"Good gracious!" said Twinkle, much astonished. Then, addressing the turtle, she asked:</p>
+<p>"Did you say anything, a minute ago?"</p>
+<p>There was no reply. The turtle lay as quiet as if it were dead. Twinkle thought she must have
+been mistaken; so she picked up the turtle and held it in the palm of her hand while she got into the
+water again and waded slowly back to where she had left her shoes and stockings.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/209.jpg" alt="Twinkle watching the turtle"><br>TWINKLE
+WATCHING THE TURTLE</p>
+<p>When she got home she put the mud-turtle in a tub which her papa had made by sawing a barrel
+in two. Then she put a little water into the tub and blocked it up by putting a brick under one side,
+so that the turtle could either stay in the water or crawl up the inclined bottom of the tub to where it
+was dry, whichever he pleased. She did this because mamma said that turtles sometimes liked to
+stay in the water and sometimes on land, and Twinkle's turtle could now take his choice. He
+couldn't climb up the steep sides of the tub and so get away, and the little girl thoughtfully placed
+crumbs of bread and fine bits of meat, where the turtle could get them whenever he felt
+hungry.</p>
+<p>After that, Twinkle often sat for hours watching the turtle, which would crawl around the
+bottom of the tub, and swim in the little pool of water and eat the food placed before him in an
+eager and amusing way.</p>
+<p>At times she took him in her hand and examined him closely, and then the mud-turtle would
+put out its little head and look at her with its bright eyes as curiously as the girl looked at him.</p>
+<p>She had owned her turtle just a week, when she came to the tub one afternoon and held him in
+her hand, intending to feed her pet some scraps of meat she had brought with her. But as soon as
+the turtle put out its head it said to her, in a small but distinct voice:</p>
+<p>"Good morning, Twinkle."</p>
+<p>She was so surprised that the meat dropped from her hand, and she nearly dropped the turtle,
+too. But she managed to control her astonishment, and asked, in a voice that trembled a little:</p>
+<p>"Can you talk?"</p>
+<p>"To be sure," replied the turtle; "but only on every seventh day&mdash;which of course is
+every Saturday. On other days I cannot talk at all."</p>
+<p>"Then I really must have heard you speak when I caught you; didn't I?"</p>
+<p>"I believe you did. I was so startled at being captured that I spoke before I thought, which is a
+bad habit to get into. But afterward I resolved not to answer when you questioned me, for I didn't
+know you then, and feared it would be unwise to trust you with my secret. Even now I must ask
+you not to tell any one that you have a turtle that knows how to talk."</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/213.jpg" alt="&quot;Good morning,
+Twinkle&quot;"><br>"GOOD MORNING, TWINKLE"</p>
+
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="4-3">Chapter III</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>The Turtle Tells of the Corrugated Giant</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">"W</font><font size="+2">HY,</font> it's wonderful!" said Twinkle, who had
+listened eagerly to the turtle's speech.</p>
+<p>"It would be wonderful, indeed, if I were but a simple turtle," was the reply.</p>
+<p>"But aren't you a turtle?"</p>
+<p>"Of course, so far as my outward appearance goes, I'm a common little mud-turtle," it
+answered; "and I think you will agree with me that it was rather clever in the Corrugated Giant to
+transform me into such a creature."</p>
+<p>"What's a Corrulated Giant?" asked Twinkle, with breathless interest.</p>
+<p>"The Corrugated Giant is a monster that is full of deep wrinkles, because he has no bones inside
+him to hold his flesh up properly," said the turtle. "I hated this giant, who is both wicked and cruel,
+I assure you; and this giant hated me in return. So, when one day I tried to destroy him, the monster
+transformed me into the helpless little being you see before you."</p>
+<p>"But who were you before you were transformed?" asked the girl.</p>
+<p>"A fairy prince named Melga, the seventh son of the fairy Queen Flutterlight, who rules all the
+fairies in the north part of this land."</p>
+<p>"And how long have you been a turtle?"</p>
+<p>"Fourteen years," replied the creature, with a deep sigh. "At least, I think it is fourteen years; but
+of course when one is swimming around in brooks and grubbing in the mud for food, one is apt to
+lose all track of time."</p>
+<p>"I should think so, indeed," said Twinkle. "But, according to that, you're older than I am."</p>
+<p>"Much older," declared the turtle. "I had lived about four hundred years before the Corrugated
+Giant turned me into a turtle."</p>
+<p>"Was your head gray?" she asked; "and did you have white whiskers?"</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/217.jpg" alt="Queen Flutterlight"><br>QUEEN
+FLUTTERLIGHT</p>
+<p>"No, indeed!" said the turtle. "Fairies are always young and beautiful in appearance, no matter
+how many years they have lived. And, as they never die, they're bound to get pretty old sometimes,
+as a matter of course."</p>
+<p>"Of course!" agreed Twinkle. "Mama has told me about the fairies. But must you always be a
+mud-turtle?"</p>
+<p>"That will depend on whether you are willing to help me or not," was the answer.</p>
+<p>"Why, it sounds just like a fairy tale in a book!" cried the little girl.</p>
+<p>"Yes," replied the turtle, "these things have been happening ever since there were fairies, and
+you might expect some of our adventures would get into books. But are you willing to help me?
+That is the important thing just now."</p>
+<p>"I'll do anything I can," said Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"Then," said the turtle, "I may expect to get back to my own form again in a reasonably short
+time. But you must be brave, and not shrink from such a little thing as danger."</p>
+<p>That made Twinkle look solemn.</p>
+<p>"Of course I don't want to get hurt," she said. "My mama and papa would go di<i>struc</i>ted if
+anything happened to me."</p>
+<p>"Something will happen, <i>sure,</i>" declared the turtle; "but nothing that happens will hurt
+you in the least if you do exactly as I tell you."</p>
+<p>"I won't have to fight that Carbolated Giant, will I?" Twinkle asked doubtfully.</p>
+<p>"He isn't carbolated; he's corrugated. No, you won't have to fight at all. When the proper time
+comes I'll do the fighting myself. But you may have to come with me to the Black Mountains, in
+order to set me free."</p>
+<p>"Is it far?" she asked.</p>
+<p>"Yes; but it won't take us long to go there," answered the turtle. "Now, I'll tell you what to do
+and, if you follow my advice no one will ever know you're been mixed up with fairies and strange
+adventures."</p>
+<p>"And Collerated Giants," she added.</p>
+<p>"Corrugated," he corrected. "It is too late, this Saturday, to start upon our journey, so we must
+wait another week. But next Saturday morning do you come to me bright and early, as soon as
+you've had breakfast, and then I'll tell you what to do."</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/221.jpg" alt="The turtle explains his plans"><br>THE TURTLE
+EXPLAINS HIS PLANS</p>
+<p>"All right," said Twinkle; "I won't forget."</p>
+<p>"In the mean time, do give me a little clean water now and then. I'm a mud-turtle, sure enough;
+but I'm also a fairy prince, and I must say I prefer clean water."</p>
+<p>"I'll attend to it," promised the girl.</p>
+<p>"Now put me down and run away," continued the turtle. "It will take me all the week to think
+over my plans, and decide exactly what we are to do."</p>
+
+
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="4-4">Chapter IV</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Prince Turtle Remembers His Magic</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">T</font><font size="+2">WINKLE</font> was as nervous as she could be
+during all the week that followed this strange conversation with Prince Turtle. Every day, as soon as
+school was out, she would run to the tub to see if the turtle was still safe&mdash;for she worried
+lest it should run away or disappear in some strange manner. And during school hours it was such
+hard work to keep her mind on her lessons that teacher scolded her more than once.</p>
+<p>The fairy imprisoned in the turtle's form had nothing to say to her during this week, because he
+would not be allowed to talk again until Saturday; so the most that Twinkle could do to show her
+interest in the Prince was to give him the choicest food she could get and supply him with plenty of
+fresh, clean water.</p>
+<p>At last the day of her adventure arrived, and as soon as she could get away from the breakfast
+table Twinkle ran out to the tub. There was her fairy turtle, safe as could be, and as she leaned over
+the tub he put out his head and called "Good morning!" in his small, shrill voice.</p>
+<p>"Good morning," she replied.</p>
+<p>"Are you still willing and ready to assist me?" asked the turtle.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/225.jpg" alt="The trip through the air"><br>THE TRIP
+THROUGH THE AIR/p>
+<p>"To be sure," said Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"Then take me in your hand," said he.</p>
+<p>So she picked him out of the tub and placed him upon her hand. And the turtle said:</p>
+<p>"Now pay strict attention, and do exactly as I tell you, and all will be well. In the first place, we
+want to get to the Black Mountains; so you must repeat after me these words: '<i>Uller; aller; iller;
+oller!</i>'"</p>
+<p>"Uller; aller; iller; oller!" said Twinkle.</p>
+<p>The next minute it seemed as though a gale of wind had struck her. It blew so strongly against
+her eyes that she could not see; so she covered her face with one arm while with the other hand she
+held fast to the turtle. Her skirts fluttered so wildly that it seemed as if they would tear themselves
+from her body, and her sun-bonnet, not being properly fastened, was gone in a minute.</p>
+<p>But it didn't last long, fortunately. After a few moments the wind stopped, and she found she
+could breathe again. Then she looked around her and drew another long breath, for instead of being
+in the back yard at home she stood on the side of a beautiful mountain, and spread before her were
+the loveliest green valleys she had ever beheld.</p>
+<p>"Well, we're here," said the turtle, in a voice that sounded as if he were well pleased. "I thought
+I hadn't forgotten my fairy wisdom."</p>
+<p>"Where are we?" asked the child.</p>
+<p>"In the Black Mountains, of course," was the reply. "We've come a good way, but it didn't take
+us long to arrive, did it?"</p>
+<p>"No, indeed," she answered, still gazing down the mountain side at the flower-strewn grass-land
+of the valleys.</p>
+<p>"This," said the turtle, sticking his little head out of the shell as far as it would go, "is the realm
+of the fairies, where I used to dwell. Those beautiful palaces you see yonder are inhabited by
+Queen Flutterlight and my people, and that grim castle at your left, standing on the side of the
+mountain, is where the Corrugated Giant lives."</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/229.jpg" alt="&quot;Rub your eyelids with
+it&quot;"><br>"RUB YOUR EYELIDS WITH IT"</p>
+<p>"I don't see anything!" exclaimed Twinkle; "that is, nothing but the valleys and the flowers and
+grass."</p>
+<p>"True; I had forgotten that these things are invisible to your mortal eyes. But it is necessary that
+you should see all clearly, if you are going to rescue me from this terrible form and restore me to
+my natural shape. Now, put me down upon the ground, for I must search for a particular plant
+whose leaf has a magic virtue."</p>
+<p>So Twinkle put him down, and the little turtle began running around here and there, looking
+carefully at the different plants that grew amongst the grass on the mountain side. But his legs were
+so short and his shell-covered body so heavy, that he couldn't move very fast; so presently he
+called for her to pick him up again, and hold him close to the ground while she walked among the
+plants. She did this, and after what seemed a long search the turtle suddenly cried out:</p>
+<p>"Stop! Here it is! This is the plant I want."</p>
+<p>"Which&mdash;this?" asked the girl, touching a broad green leaf.</p>
+<p>"Yes. Pluck the leaf from the stem and rub your eyelids with it."</p>
+<p>She obeyed, and having rubbed her lids well with the leaf, she again opened her eyes and
+beheld the real Fairyland.</p>
+
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="4-5">Chapter V</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Twinkle Promises to Be Brave</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">I</font><font size="+2">N</font> the center of the valley was a great cluster
+of palaces that appeared to be built of crystal and silver and mother-of-pearl, and golden filigree-
+work. So dainty and beautiful were these fairy dwellings that Twinkle had no doubt for an instant
+but that she gazed upon fairyland. She could almost see, from the far mountain upon which she
+stood, the airy, gauze-winged forms of the fairies themselves, floating gently amidst their pretty
+palaces and moving gracefully along the jeweled streets.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/233.jpg" alt="&quot;That fence is
+enchanted&quot;"><br>"THAT FENCE IS ENCHANTED"</p>
+<p>But another sight now attracted her attention&mdash;a big, gray, ugly looking castle standing
+frowning on the mountain side at her left. It overlooked the lovely city of palaces like a dark cloud
+on the edge of a blue sky, and the girl could not help giving a shudder as she saw it. All around the
+castle was a high fence of iron spikes.</p>
+<p>"That fence is enchanted," said the turtle, as if he knew she was looking at it; "and no fairy can
+pass it, because the power to prevent it has been given to the giant. But a mortal has never been
+forbidden to pass the fence, for no one ever supposed that a mortal would come here or be able to
+see it. That is the reason I have brought you to this place, and the reason why you alone are able to
+help me."</p>
+<p>"Gracious!" cried Twinkle; "must I meet the Carbonated Giant?"</p>
+<p>"He's corrugated," said the turtle.</p>
+<p>"I know he's something dreadful," she wailed, "because he's so hard to pronounce."</p>
+<p>"You will surely have to meet him," declared the turtle; "but do not fear, I will protect you from
+all harm."</p>
+<p>"Well, a Corralated Giant's a mighty big person," said the girl, doubtfully, "and a mud-turtle isn't
+much of a fighter. I guess I'll go home."</p>
+<p>"That is impossible," declared the turtle. "You are too far from home ever to get back without
+my help, so you may as well be good and obedient."</p>
+<p>"What must I do?" she asked.</p>
+<p>"We will wait until it is nearly noon, when the giant will put his pot on the fire to boil his dinner.
+We can tell the right time by watching the smoke come out of his chimney. Then you must march
+straight up to the castle and into the kitchen where the giant is at work, and throw me quickly into
+the boiling kettle. That is all that you will be required to do."</p>
+<p>"I never could do it!" declared Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"Why not?"</p>
+<p>"You'd be scalded to death, and then I'd be a murderer!"</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/237.jpg" alt="Hunting the magic flower"><br>HUNTING THE
+MAGIC FLOWER</p>
+<p>"Nonsense!" said the turtle, peevishly. "I know what I'm doing, and if you obey me I'll not be
+scalded but an instant; for then I'll resume my own form. Remember that I'm a fairy, and fairies
+can't be killed so easily as you seem to think."</p>
+<p>"Won't it hurt you?" she inquired.</p>
+<p>"Only for a moment; but the reward will be so great that I won't mind an instant's pain. Will you
+do this favor for me?"</p>
+<p>"I'll try," replied Twinkle, gravely.</p>
+<p>"Then I will be very grateful," said Prince Turtle, "and agree to afterward send you home safe
+and sound, and as quickly as you came."</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/238.jpg" alt="Turtles"></p>
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="4-6">Chapter VI</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Twinkle Meets the Corrugated Giants</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">"A</font><font size="+2">ND</font> now, while we are waiting," continued
+the fairy turtle, "I want to find a certain flower that has wonderful powers to protect mortals from
+any injury. Not that I fear I shall be unable to take care of you, but it's just as well to be on the safe
+side."</p>
+<p>"Better," said Twinkle, earnestly. "Where's the flower?"</p>
+<p>"We'll hunt for it," replied the turtle.</p>
+<p>So holding him in her hand in such a way that he could see all the flowers that grew, the girl
+began wandering over the mountain side, and everything was so beautiful around her that she
+would have been quite contented and happy had not the gray castle been before her to remind her
+constantly that she must face the terrible giant who lived within it.</p>
+<p>They found the flower at last&mdash;a pretty pink blossom that looked like a double daisy, but
+must have been something else, because a daisy has no magic power that I ever heard of. And
+when it was found, the turtle told her to pick the flower and pin it fast to the front of her dress;
+which she did.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/241.jpg" alt="Twinkle manages to squeeze
+through"><br>TWINKLE MANAGES TO SQUEEZE THROUGH</p>
+<p>By that time the smoke began to roll out of the giant's chimney in big black clouds; so the fairy
+turtle said the giant must be getting dinner, and the pot would surely be boiling by the time they got
+to the castle.</p>
+<p>Twinkle couldn't help being a little afraid to approach the giant's stronghold, but she tried to be
+brave, and so stepped along briskly until she came to the fence of iron spikes.</p>
+<p>"You must squeeze through between two of the spikes," said the turtle.</p>
+<p>She didn't think it could possibly be done; but to her surprise it was quite easy, and she
+managed to squeeze through the fence without even tearing her dress. Then she walked up a great
+driveway, which was lined with white skulls of many sheep which the giant had eaten, to the front
+door of the castle, which stood ajar.</p>
+<p>"Go in," said the turtle; so she boldly entered and passed down a high arched hall toward a
+room in the rear.</p>
+<p>"This is the kitchen," said the turtle, "Enter quickly, go straight to the kettle, and throw me into
+the boiling water."</p>
+<p>Twinkle entered quickly enough, but then she stopped short with a cry of amazement; for there
+before her stood the ugly giant, blowing the fire with an immense pair of bellows.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/243.jpg" alt="A turtle"></p>
+
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="4-7">Chapter VII</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Prince Mud-Turtle Becomes Prince Melga</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">T</font><font size="+2">HE</font> giant was as big around as ten men, and
+as tall as two; but, having no bones, he seemed pushed together, so that his skin wrinkled up like
+the sides of an accordeon, or a photograph camera, even his face being so wrinkled that his nose
+stuck out between two folds of flesh and his eyes from between two more. In one end of the
+kitchen was the great fireplace, above which hung an iron kettle with a big iron spoon in it. And at
+the other end was a table set for dinner.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/245.jpg" alt="Twinkle meets the Corrugated
+Giant"><br>TWINKLE MEETS THE CORRUGATED GIANT</p>
+<p>As the giant was standing between the kettle and Twinkle, she could not do as the turtle had
+commanded, and throw him into the pot. So she hesitated, wondering how to obey the fairy. Just
+then the giant happened to turn around and see her.</p>
+<p>"By the whiskers of Gammarog&mdash;who was one of my ancestors that was killed by Jack
+the Giant-Killer!" he cried, but in a very mild voice for so big a person. "Whom have we here?"</p>
+<p>"I'm Twinkle," said the girl, drawing a long breath.</p>
+<p>"Then, to pay you for your folly in entering my castle, I will make you my slave, and some
+day, if you're not good, I'll feed you to my seventeen-headed dog. I never eat little girls myself. I
+prefer mutton."</p>
+<p>Twinkle's heart almost stopped beating when she heard these awful words. All she could do
+was to stand still and look imploringly at the giant. But she held the fairy mud-turtle clasped tight in
+her hand, so that the monster couldn't see it.</p>
+<p>"Well, what are you staring at?" shouted the Corrugated Giant, angrily. "Blow up that fire this
+instant, slave!"</p>
+<p>He stood aside for her to pass, and Twinkle ran at once to the fireplace. The pot was now
+before her, and within easy reach, and it was bubbling hot.</p>
+<p>In an instant she reached out her hand and tossed the turtle into the boiling water; and then, with
+a cry of horror at her own action, she drew back to see what would happen.</p>
+<p>The turtle was a fairy, all right; and he had known very well the best way to break the
+enchantment his enemy had put upon him. For no sooner had Twinkle tossed him into the boiling
+pot than a great hissing was heard, and a cloud of steam hid for an instant the fireplace. Then, as it
+cleared away, a handsome young prince stepped forward, fully armed; for the turtle was again a
+fairy, and the kettle had changed into a strong shield which he bore upon his left arm, and the iron
+spoon was now a long and glittering sword.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/249.jpg" alt="The prince kisses Twinkle's hand"><br>THE
+PRINCE KISSES TWINKLE'S HAND</p>
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="4-8">Chapter VIII</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Twinkle Receives a Medal</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">T</font><font size="+2">HE</font> giant gave a roar like that of a baby bull
+when he saw Prince Melga standing before him, and in a twinkling he had caught up a big club that
+stood near and began whirling it over his head. But before it could descend, the prince ran at him
+and stuck his sword as far as it would go into the corrugated body of the giant. Again the monster
+roared and tried to fight; but the sword had hurt him badly, and the prince pushed it into the evil
+creature again and again, until the end came, and his corrugated enemy rolled over upon the floor
+quite dead.</p>
+<p>Then the fairy turned to Twinkle, and kneeling before her he kissed her hand.</p>
+<p>"Thank you very much," he said, in a sweet voice, "for setting me free. You are a very brave
+little girl!"</p>
+<p>"I'm not so sure about that," she answered. "I was dreadfully scared!"</p>
+<p>Now he took her hand and led her from the castle; and she didn't have to squeeze through the
+fence again, because the fairy had only to utter a magic word and the gate flew open. And when
+they turned to look back, the castle of the Corrugated Giant, with all that it had contained, had
+vanished from sight, never to be seen again by either mortal or fairy eyes. For that was sure to
+happen whenever the giant was dead.</p>
+<p>The prince led Twinkle into the valley where the fairy palaces stood, and told all his people,
+when they crowded around to welcome him, how kind the little girl had been to him, and how her
+courage had enabled him to defeat the giant and to regain his proper form. And all the fairies
+praised Twinkle with kind words, and the lovely Queen Flutterlight, who seemed altogether too
+young to be the mother of the handsome prince, gave to the child a golden medal with a tiny mud-
+turtle engraved upon one side of it.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/253.jpg" alt="&quot;Don't forget me,
+Twinkle&quot;"><br>"DON'T FORGET ME, TWINKLE"</p>
+<p>Then, after a fine feast had been prepared, and the little girl had eaten all she could of the fairy
+sweetmeats, she told Prince Melga she would like to go home again.</p>
+<p>"Very well," said he. "Don't forget me, Twinkle, although we probably shall never meet again.
+I'll send you home quite as safely as you came; but as your eyes have been rubbed with the magic
+maita-leaf, you will doubtless always see many strange sights that are hidden from other
+mortals."</p>
+<p>"I don't mind," said Twinkle.</p>
+<p>Then she bade good-bye to the fairies, and the prince spoke a magic word. There was another
+rush of wind, and when it had passed Twinkle found herself once more in the back yard at
+home.</p>
+<p>As she sat upon the grass rubbing her eyes and wondering at the strange adventure that had
+befallen her, mamma came out upon the back porch and said:</p>
+<p>"Your turtle has crawled out of the tub and run away."</p>
+<p>"Yes," said Twinkle, "I know; and I'm glad of it!"</p>
+<p>But she kept her secret to herself.</p>
+<br>
+<p align="center">THE END</p>
+<br><br><br><br>
+
+<h1><a name="5">TWINKLE'S ENCHANTMENT</a></h1>
+<br><br><br><br>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/259.jpg" alt="Twinkle's Enchantment"></p>
+<br><br><br><br>
+
+
+<h2>List of Chapters</h2>
+<hr width="10%">
+<table border="0" align="center">
+<tr><td colspan="4"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p>PAGE</p>
+<tr><td><p>I</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#5-1">Twinkle Enters the Big Gulch</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">261</p>
+<tr><td><p>II</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#5-2">The Rolling Stone</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">269</p>
+<tr><td><p>III</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#5-3">Some Queer Acquaintances</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">277</p>
+<tr><td><p>IV</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#5-4">The Dancing Bear</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">288</p>
+<tr><td><p>V</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#5-5">The Cave of the Waterfall</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">298</p>
+<tr><td><p>VI</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#5-6">Prince Nimble</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">306</p>
+<tr><td><p>VII</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#5-7">The Grasshoppers' Hop</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">312</p>
+</table>
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="5-1">Chapter I</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Twinkle Enters the Big Gulch</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">O</font><font size="+2">NE</font> afternoon Twinkle decided to go into the
+big gulch and pick some blueberries for papa's supper. She had on her blue gingham dress and her
+blue sun-bonnet, and there were stout shoes upon her feet. So she took her tin pail and started
+out.</p>
+<p>"Be back in time for supper," called mamma from the kitchen porch.</p>
+<p>"'Course," said Twinkle, as she trotted away. "I'm not hungry now, but I'll be hungry 'nough
+when supper-time comes. 'Course I'll be back!"</p>
+<p>The side of the gulch was but a little way from the house. It was like a big ditch, only the sides
+were not too steep to crawl down; and in the middle of the gulch were rolling hills and deep gullies,
+all covered with wild bushes and vines and a few flowering plants&mdash;very rare in this part of
+the country.</p>
+<p>Twinkle hadn't lived very long in this section of Dakota, for her father had just bought the new
+farm that lay beside the gulch. So the big ditch was a great delight to her, and she loved to wander
+through it and pick the berries and flowers that never grew on the plains above.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/263.jpg" alt="Twinkle Goes into the Gulch"><br>TWINKLE
+GOES INTO THE GULCH</p>
+<p>To-day she crept carefully down the path back of the house and soon reached the bottom of the
+gulch. Then she began to search for the berries; but all were gone in the places where she had
+picked them before; so she found she must go further along.</p>
+
+<p>She sat down to rest for a time, and by and by she happened to look up at the other side and
+saw a big cluster of bushes hanging full of ripe blueberries&mdash;just about half way up the
+opposite bank.</p>
+<p>She had never gone so far before, but if she wanted the berries for papa's supper she knew she
+must climb up the slope and get them; so she rose to her feet and began to walk in that direction. It
+was all new to the little girl, and seemed to her like a beautiful fairyland; but she had no idea that
+the gulch was enchanted. Soon a beetle crawled across her path, and as she stopped to let it go by,
+she heard it say:</p>
+<p>"Look out for the line of enchantment! You'll soon cross it, if you don't watch out."</p>
+<p>"What line of enchantment?" asked Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"It's almost under your nose," replied the little creature.</p>
+<p>"I don't see anything at all," she said, after looking closely.</p>
+<p>"Of course you don't," said the beetle. "It isn't a mark, you know, that any one can see with
+their eyes; but it's a line of enchantment, just the same, and whoever steps over it is sure to see
+strange things and have strange adventures."</p>
+<p>"I don't mind that," said Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"Well, I don't mind if you don't," returned the beetle, and by that time he had crept across the
+path and disappeared underneath a big rock.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/267.jpg" alt="Twinkle Meets the Beetle"><br>TWINKLE
+MEETS THE BEETLE</p>
+<p>Twinkle went on, without being at all afraid. If the beetle spoke truly, and there really was an
+invisible line that divided the common, real world from an enchanted country, she was very eager
+to cross it, as any little girl might well be. And then it occurred to her that she must have crossed the
+enchanted line before she met the beetle, for otherwise she wouldn't have understood his language,
+or known what he was talking about. Children don't talk with beetles in the real world, as Twinkle
+knew very well, and she was walking along soberly, thinking this over, when suddenly a voice
+cried out to her:</p>
+<p>"Be careful!"</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/268.jpg" alt="Flowers"></p>
+
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="5-2">Chapter II</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>The Rolling Stone</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">O</font><font size="+2">F</font> course Twinkle stopped then, and looked
+around to see who had spoken. But no one was anywhere in sight. So she started on again.</p>
+<p>"Look out, or you'll step on me!" cried the voice a second time.</p>
+<p>She looked at her feet very carefully. There was nothing near them but a big round stone that
+was about the size of her head, and a prickly thistle that she never would step on if she could
+possibly help it.</p>
+<p>"Who's talking?" she asked.</p>
+<p>"Why, <i>I'm</i> talking," answered the voice. "Who do you suppose it is?"</p>
+<p>"I don't know," said Twinkle. "I just can't see anybody at all."</p>
+<p>"Then you must be blind," said the voice. "I'm the Rolling Stone, and I'm about two inches from
+your left toes."</p>
+<p>"The Rolling Stone!"</p>
+<p>"That's it. That's me. I'm the Rolling Stone that gathers no moss."</p>
+<p>"You can't be," said Twinkle, sitting down in the path and looking carefully at the stone.</p>
+<p>"Why not?"</p>
+<p>"Because you don't roll," she said. "You're a stone, of course; I can see that, all right. But you're
+not rolling."</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/271.jpg" alt="Twinkle looks carefully at the
+stone"><br>TWINKLE LOOKS CAREFULLY AT THE STONE</p>
+<p>How silly!" replied the Stone. "I don't have to roll every minute to be a Rolling Stone, do
+I?"</p>
+<p>"Of course you do," answered Twinkle. "If you don't roll you're just a common, <i>still</i>
+stone."</p>
+<p>"Well, I declare!" exclaimed the Stone; "you don't seem to understand anything. You're a
+Talking Girl, are you not?"</p>
+<p>"To be sure I am," said Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"But you don't talk every minute, do you?"</p>
+<p>"Mama says I do," she answered.</p>
+<p>"But you don't. You're sometimes quiet, aren't you?"</p>
+<p>"'Course I am."</p>
+<p>"That's the way with me. Sometimes I roll, and so I'm called the Rolling Stone. Sometimes you
+talk, and so you're the Talking Girl."</p>
+<p>"No; I'm Twinkle," she said.</p>
+<p>"That doesn't sound like a name," remarked the Stone.</p>
+<p>"It's what papa calls me, anyway," explained the girl. Then, thinking she had lingered long
+enough, she added:</p>
+<p>"I'm going up the hill to pick those berries. Since you can roll, suppose you go with me."</p>
+<p>"What! Up hill?" exclaimed the Stone.</p>
+<p>"Why not?" asked Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"Who ever heard of a stone rolling up hill? It's unnatural!"</p>
+<p>"Any stone can roll down hill," said the child. "If you can't roll up hill, you're no better than a
+common cobble-stone."</p>
+<p>"Oh, I can roll up hill if I have to," declared the Stone, peevishly. "But it's hard work, and
+nearly breaks my back."</p>
+<p>"I can't see that you have any back," said Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"Why, I'm all back," replied the Stone. "When <i>your</i> back aches, it's only a part of you.
+But when <i>my</i> back aches, it's all of me except the middle."</p>
+<p>"The middle ache is the worst of all," said Twinkle, solemnly. "Well, if you don't want to go,"
+she added, jumping up, "I'll say good-bye."</p>
+<p>"Anything to be sociable," said the Stone, sighing deeply. "I'll go along and keep you company.
+But it's lots easier to roll down than it is to roll up, I assure you!"</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/275.jpg" alt="&quot;Wait a minute&quot;"><br>"WAIT A
+MINUTE"</p>
+<p>"Why, you're a reg'lar grumbler!" exclaimed Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"That's because I lead a hard life," returned the Stone, dismally. "But don't let us quarrel; it is so
+seldom I get a chance to talk with one of my own standing in society."</p>
+<p>"You can't have any standing, without feet," declared Twinkle, shaking her head at the
+Stone.</p>
+<p>"One can have <i>under</i>standing, at least," was the answer; "and understanding is the best
+standing any person can have."</p>
+<p>"Perhaps that is true," said the child, thoughtfully; "but I'm glad I have legs, just the same."</p>
+
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="5-3">Chapter III</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Some Queer Acquaintances</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">"W</font><font size="+2">AIT</font> a minute!" implored a small voice, and
+the girl noticed a yellow butterfly that had just settled down upon the stone. "Aren't you the child
+from the farm?"</p>
+<p>"To be sure," she answered, much amused to hear the butterfly speak.</p>
+<p>"Then can you tell me if your mother expects to churn to-day," said the pretty creature, slowly
+folding and unfolding its dainty wings.</p>
+<p>"Why do you want to know?"</p>
+<p>"If she churns to-day, I'll fly over to the house and try to steal some butter. But if your mother
+isn't going to churn, I'll fly down into the gulch and rob a bees' nest I know of."</p>
+<p>"Why do you rob and steal?" inquired Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"It's the only way I can get my living," said the butterfly. "Nobody ever gives me anything, and
+so I have to take what I want."</p>
+<p>"Do you like butter?"</p>
+<p>"Of course I do! That's why we are called butterflies, you know. I prefer butter to anything else,
+and I have heard that in some countries the children always leave a little dish of butter on the
+window-sill, so that we may help ourselves whenever we are hungry. I wish I had been born in
+such a country."</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/279.jpg" alt="The Little Learning"><br>THE LITTLE
+LEARNING</p>
+<p>"Mother won't churn until Saturday," said Twinkle. "I know, 'cause I've got to help her, and I
+just hate butter-making!"</p>
+<p>"Then I won't go to the farm to-day," replied the butterfly. "Good-bye, little girl. If you think of
+it, leave a dish of butter around where I can get at it."</p>
+<p>"All right," said Twinkle, and the butterfly waved its wings and fluttered through the air into the
+gulch below.</p>
+<p>Then the girl started up the hill and the Stone rolled slowly beside her, groaning and grumbling
+because the ground was so rough.</p>
+<p>Presently she noticed running across the path a tiny Book, not much bigger than a postage-
+stamp. It had two slender legs, like those of a bumble-bee, and upon these it ran so fast that all the
+leaves fluttered wildly, the covers being half open.</p>
+<p>"What's that?" asked Twinkle, looking after the book in surprise.</p>
+<p>"That is a little Learning," answered the Stone. "Look out for it, for they say it's a dangerous
+thing."</p>
+<p>"It's gone already," said Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"Let it go. Nobody wants it, that I know of. Just help me over this bump, will you?"</p>
+<p>So she rolled the Stone over the little hillock, and just as she did so her attention was attracted
+by a curious noise that sounded like "Pop! pop! pop!"</p>
+<p>"What's that?" she inquired, hesitating to advance.</p>
+<p>"Only a weasel," answered the Stone. "Stand still a minute, and you'll see him. Whenever he
+thinks he's alone, and there's no one to hear, 'pop' goes the weasel."</p>
+<p>Sure enough, a little animal soon crossed their path, making the funny noise at every step. But
+as soon as he saw that Twinkle was staring at him he stopped popping and rushed into a bunch of
+tall grass and hid himself.</p>
+<p>And now they were almost at the berry-bushes, and Twinkle trotted so fast that the Rolling
+Stone had hard work to keep up with her. But when she got to the bushes she found a flock of
+strange birds sitting upon them and eating up the berries as fast as they could. The birds were not
+much bigger than robins, and were covered with a soft, velvety skin instead of with feathers, and
+they had merry black eyes and long, slender beaks curving downward from their noses, which gave
+to their faces a saucy expression. The lack of usual feathers might not have surprised Twinkle so
+much had she not noticed upon the tail of each bird one single, solitary feather of great length,
+which was certainly a remarkable thing.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/283.jpg" alt="The birds of one feather"><br>THE BIRDS OF
+ONE FEATHER</p>
+<p>"I know what they are," she said, nodding her head wisely; "they're birds of a feather."</p>
+<p>At this the birds burst into a chorus of laughter, and one of them said:</p>
+<p>"Perhaps you think that's why we flock together."</p>
+<p>"Well, isn't that the reason?" she asked.</p>
+<p>"Not a bit of it," declared the bird. "The reason we flock together is because we're too proud to
+mix with common birds, who have feathers all over them."</p>
+<p>"I should think you'd be ashamed, 'cause you're so naked," she returned.</p>
+<p>"The fact is, Twinkle," said another bird, as he pecked at a blueberry and swallowed it, "the
+common things in this world don't amount to much. There are millions of birds on earth, but only a
+few of us that have but one feather. In my opinion, if you had but one hair upon your head you'd
+be much prettier."</p>
+<p>"I'd be more 'strord'nary, I'm sure," said Twinkle, using the biggest word she could think of.</p>
+<p>"There's no accounting for tastes," remarked the Rolling Stone, which had just arrived at
+Twinkle's side after a hard roll up the path. "For my part, I haven't either hair or feathers, and I'm
+glad of it."</p>
+<p>The birds laughed again, at this, and as they had eaten all the berries they cared for, they now
+flew into the air and disappeared.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/286.jpg" alt="The birds eat berries"></p>
+<br><br>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/287.jpg" alt="Twinkle meets the Dancing
+Bear"><br>TWINKLE MEETS THE DANCING BEAR</p>
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="5-4">Chapter IV</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>The Dancing Bear</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">"R</font><font size="+2">EALLY,"</font> said Twinkle, as she began picking
+the berries and putting them into her pail, "I didn't know so many things could talk."</p>
+<p>"It's because you are in the part of the gulch that's enchanted," answered the Rolling Stone.
+"When you get home again, you'll think this is all a dream."</p>
+<p>"I wonder if it isn't!" she suddenly cried, stopping to look around, and then feeling of herself
+carefully. "It's usually the way in all the fairy stories that papa reads to me. I don't remember going
+to sleep any time; but perhaps I did, after all."</p>
+<p>"Don't let it worry you," said the Stone, making a queer noise that Twinkle thought was meant
+for a laugh. "If you wake up, you'll be sorry you didn't dream longer; and if you find you haven't
+been asleep, this will be a wonderful adventure."</p>
+<p>"That's true enough," the girl answered, and again began filling her pail with the berries. "When
+I tell mama all this, she won't believe a word of it. And papa will laugh and pinch my cheek, and
+say I'm like Alice in Wonderland, or Dorothy in the Land of Oz."</p>
+<p>Just then she noticed something big and black coming around the bushes from the other side,
+and her heart beat a good deal faster when she saw before her a great bear standing upon his rear
+legs beside her.</p>
+<p>He had a little red cap on his head that was kept in place by a band of rubber elastic. His eyes
+were small, but round and sparkling, and there seemed to be a smile upon his face, for his white
+teeth showed in two long rows.</p>
+<p>"Don't be afraid," called out the Rolling Stone; "it's only the Dancing Bear."</p>
+<p>"Why should the child be afraid?" asked the bear, speaking in a low, soft tone that reminded
+her of the purring of a kitten. "No one ever heard of a Dancing Bear hurting anybody. We're about
+the most harmless things in the world."</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/291.jpg" alt="Twinkle and the bear continue their
+walk"><br>TWINKLE AND THE BEAR CONTINUE THEIR WALK</p>
+<p>"Are you really a Dancing Bear?" asked Twinkle, curiously.</p>
+<p>"I am, my dear," he replied, bowing low and then folding his arms proudly as he leaned against
+a big rock that was near. "I wish there was some one here who could tell you what a fine dancer I
+am. It wouldn't be modest for me to praise myself, you know." </p>"<p>I s'pose not," said Twinkle.
+"But if you're a Dancing Bear, why don't you dance?"</p>
+<p>"There it is again!" cried the Rolling Stone. "This girl Twinkle wants to keep every body
+moving. She wouldn't believe, at first, that I was a Rolling Stone, because I was lying quiet just
+then. And now she won't believe you're a Dancing Bear, because you don't eternally keep
+dancing."</p>
+<p>"Well, there's some sense in that, after all," declared the Bear. "I'm only a Dancing Bear while
+I'm dancing, to speak the exact truth; and you're only a Rolling Stone while you're rolling."</p>
+<p>"I beg to disagree with you," returned the Stone, in a cold voice.</p>
+<p>"Well, don't let us quarrel, on any account," said the Bear. "I invite you both to come to my
+cave and see me dance. Then Twinkle will be sure I'm a Dancing Bear."</p>
+<p>"I haven't filled my pail yet," said the little girl, "and I've got to get enough berries for papa's
+supper."</p>
+<p>"I'll help you," replied the Bear, politely; and at once he began to pick berries and to put them
+into Twinkle's pail. His big paws looked very clumsy and awkward, but it was astonishing how
+many blueberries the bear could pick with them. Twinkle had hard work to keep up with him, and
+almost before she realized how fast they had worked, the little pail was full and overflowing with
+fine, plump berries.</p>
+<p>"And now," said the Bear, "I will show you the way to my cave."</p>
+<p>He took her hand in his soft paw and began leading her along the side of the steep hill, while
+the Stone rolled busily along just behind them. But they had not gone far before Twinkle's foot
+slipped, and in trying to save herself from falling she pushed hard against the Stone and tumbled it
+from the pathway.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/295.jpg" alt="The fall of the Rolling Stone"><br>THE FALL
+OF THE ROLLING STONE</p>
+<p>"Now you've done it!" growled the Stone, excitedly, as it whirled around. "Here I go, for I've
+lost my balance and I can't help myself!"</p>
+<p>Even as he spoke the big round stone was flying down the side of the gulch, bumping against
+the hillocks and bits of rock&mdash;sometimes leaping into the air and then clinging close to the
+ground, but going faster and faster every minute.</p>
+<p>"Dear me," said Twinkle, looking after it; "I'm afraid the Rolling Stone will get hurt."</p>
+<p>"No danger of that," replied the Bear. "It's as hard as a rock, and not a thing in the gulch could
+hurt it a bit. But our friend would have to roll a long time to get back here again, so we won't wait.
+Come along, my dear."</p>
+<p>He held out his paw again, and Twinkle took it with one of her hands while she carried the pail
+with the other, and so managed to get over the rough ground very easily.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/297.jpg" alt="The Dancing Bear"></p>
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="5-5">Chapter V</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>The Cave of the Waterfall</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">B</font><font size="+2">EFORE</font> long they came to the entrance to the
+cave, and as it looked dark and gloomy from without Twinkle drew back and said she guessed she
+wouldn't go in.</p>
+<p>"But it's quite light inside," said the bear, "and there's a pretty waterfall there, too. Don't be
+afraid, Twinkle; I'll take good care of you."</p>
+<p>So the girl plucked up courage and permitted him to lead her into the cave; and then she was
+glad she had come, instead of being a 'fraid-cat. For the place was big and roomy, and there were
+many cracks in the roof, that admitted plenty of light and air. Around the side walls were several
+pairs of big ears, which seemed to have been carved out of the rock. These astonished the little
+girl.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/299.jpg" alt="The Dancing Bear displays his talents"><br>THE
+DANCING BEAR DISPLAYS HIS TALENTS</p>
+<p>"What are the ears for?" she asked.</p>
+<p>"Don't walls have ears where you live?" returned the Bear, as if surprised.</p>
+<p>"I've heard they do," she answered, "but I've never seen any before."</p>
+<p>At the back of the cave was a little, tinkling waterfall, that splashed into a pool beneath with a
+sound that was very like music. Near this was a square slab of rock, a little raised above the level of
+the floor.</p>
+<p>"Kindly take a seat, my dear," said the bear, "and I'll try to amuse you, and at the same time
+prove that I can dance."</p>
+<p>So to the music of the waterfall the bear began dancing. He climbed upon the flat stone, made a
+graceful bow to Twinkle, and then balanced himself first upon one foot and then upon the other,
+and swung slowly around in a circle, and then back again.</p>
+<p>"How do you like it?" he asked.</p>
+<p>"I don't care much for it," said Twinkle. "I believe I could do better myself."</p>
+<p>"But you are not a bear," he answered. "Girls ought to dance better than bears, you know. But
+not every bear can dance. If I had a hand-organ to make the music, instead of this waterfall, I might
+do better."</p>
+<p>"Then I wish you had one," said the girl.</p>
+<p>The Bear began dancing again, and this time he moved more rapidly and shuffled his feet in
+quite a funny manner. He almost fell off the slab once or twice, so anxious was he to prove he
+could dance. And once he tripped over his own foot, which made Twinkle laugh.</p>
+<p>Just as he was finishing his dance a strange voice cried out:</p>
+<p>"For bear!" and a green monkey sprang into the cave and threw a big rock at the performer. It
+knocked the bear off the slab, and he fell into the pool of water at the foot of the waterfall, and
+was dripping wet when he scrambled out again.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/303.jpg" alt="The green monkey makes mischief"><br>THE
+GREEN MONKEY MAKES MISCHIEF</p>
+<p>The Dancing Bear gave a big growl and ran as fast as he could after the monkey, finally chasing
+him out of the cave. Twinkle picked up her pail of berries and followed, and when she got into the
+sunshine again on the side of the hill she saw the monkey and the bear hugging each other tight,
+and growling and chattering in a way that showed they were angry with each other and not on
+pleasant terms.</p>
+<p>"You <i>will</i> throw rocks at me, will you?" shouted the Bear.</p>
+<p>"I will if I get the chance," replied the monkey. "Wasn't that a fine, straight shot? and didn't you
+go plump into the water, though?" and he shrieked with laughter.</p>
+<p>Just then they fell over in a heap, and began rolling down the hill.</p>
+<p>"Let go!" yelled the Bear.</p>
+<p>"Let go, yourself!" screamed the monkey.</p>
+<p>But neither of them did let go, so they rolled faster and faster down the hill, and the last that
+Twinkle saw of them they were bounding among the bushes at the very bottom of the big
+gulch.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/305.jpg" alt="The green monkey"></p>
+
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="5-6">Chapter VI</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Prince Nimble</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">"G</font><font size="+2">OOD</font> gracious!" said the little girl, looking
+around her; "I'm as good as lost in this strange place, and I don't know in what direction to go to get
+home again."</p>
+<p>So she sat down on the grass and tried to think which way she had come, and which way she
+ought to return in order to get across the gulch to the farm-house.</p>
+<p>"If the Rolling Stone was here, he might tell me," she said aloud. "But I'm all alone."</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/307.jpg" alt="Twinkle meets Prince Nimble"><br>TWINKLE
+MEETS PRINCE NIMBLE</p>
+<p>"Oh, no, you're not," piped a small, sweet voice. "I'm here, and I know much more than the
+Rolling Stone does."</p>
+<p>Twinkle looked this way and then that, very carefully, in order to see who had spoken, and at
+last she discovered a pretty grasshopper perched upon a long blade of grass nearby.</p>
+<p>"Did I hear you speak?" she inquired.</p>
+<p>"Yes," replied the grasshopper. "I'm Prince Nimble, the hoppiest hopper in Hoptown."</p>
+<p>"Where is that?" asked the child.</p>
+<p>"Why, Hoptown is near the bottom of the gulch, in that thick patch of grass you see yonder. It's
+on your way home, so I'd be pleased to have you visit it."</p>
+<p>"Won't I step on some of you?" she asked.</p>
+<p>"Not if you are careful," replied Prince Nimble. "Grasshoppers don't often get stepped on.
+We're pretty active, you know."</p>
+<p>"All right," said Twinkle. "I'd like to see a grasshopper village."</p>
+<p>"Then follow me, and I'll guide you," said Nimble, and at once he leaped from the blade of
+grass and landed at least six feet away.</p>
+<p>Twinkle got up and followed, keeping her eye on the pretty Prince, who leaped so fast that she
+had to trot to keep up with him. Nimble would wait on some clump of grass or bit of rock until the
+girl came up, and then away he'd go again.</p>
+<p>"How far is it?" Twinkle once asked him.</p>
+<p>"About a mile and a half," was the answer; "we'll soon be there, for you are as good as a mile,
+and I'm good for the half-mile."</p>
+<p>"How do you figure that out?" asked Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"Why, I've always heard that a miss is as good as a mile, and you're a miss, are you not?"</p>
+<p>"Not yet," she answered; "I'm only a little girl. But papa will be sure to miss me if I don't get
+home to supper."</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/310.jpg" alt="A house"></p>
+<br><br>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/311.jpg" alt="The castles in the air"><br>THE CASTLES IN
+THE AIR</p>
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="5-7">Chapter VII</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>The Grasshoppers' Hop</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">T</font><font size="+2">WINKLE</font> now began to fear she wouldn't get
+home to supper, for the sun started to sink into the big prairie, and in the golden glow it left behind,
+the girl beheld most beautiful palaces and castles suspended in the air just above the hollow in
+which she stood. Splendid banners floated from the peaks and spires of these magnificent
+buildings, and all the windows seemed of silver and all the roofs of gold.</p>
+<p>"What city is that?" she asked, standing still, in amazement.</p>
+<p>"That isn't any city," replied the grasshopper. "They are only Castles in the Air&mdash;very
+pretty to look at, but out of everybody's reach. Come along, my little friend; we're almost at
+Hoptown."</p>
+<p>So Twinkle walked on, and before long Prince Nimble paused on the stem of a hollyhock and
+said:</p>
+<p>"Now, sit down carefully, right where you are, and you will be able to watch my people. It is
+the night of our regular hop&mdash;if you listen you can hear the orchestra tuning up."</p>
+<p>She sat down, as he bade her, and tried to listen, but only heard a low whirr and rattle like the
+noise of a beetle's wings.</p>
+<p>"That's the drummer," said Prince Nimble. "He is very clever, indeed."</p>
+<p>"Good gracious! It's night," said Twinkle, with a start. "I ought to be at home and in bed this
+very minute!"</p>
+<p>"Never mind," said the grasshopper; "you can sleep any time, but this is our annual ball, and it's
+a great privilege to witness it."</p>
+<p>Suddenly the grass all around them became brilliantly lighted, as if from a thousand tiny electric
+lamps. Twinkle looked closely, and saw that a vast number of fireflies had formed a circle around
+them, and were illuminating the scene of the ball.</p>
+<p>In the center of the circle were assembled hundreds of grasshoppers, of all sizes. The small
+ones were of a delicate green color, and the middle-sized ones of a deeper green, while the biggest
+ones were a yellowish brown.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/315.jpg" alt="The bugs' orchestra"><br>THE BUGS'
+ORCHESTRA</p>
+<p>But the members of the orchestra interested Twinkle more than anything else. They were seated
+upon the broad top of a big toadstool at one side, and the musicians were all beetles and big-bugs.
+A fat water-beetle played a bass fiddle as big and fat as himself, and two pretty ladybugs played the
+violins. A scarab, brightly colored with scarlet and black, tooted upon a long horn, and a sand-
+beetle made the sound of a drum with its wings. Then there was a coleopto, making shrill sounds
+like a flute&mdash;only of course Twinkle didn't know the names of these beetles, and thought
+they were all just "bugs."</p>
+<p>When the orchestra began to play, the music was more pleasing than you might suppose;
+anyway, the grasshoppers liked it, for they commenced at once to dance.</p>
+<p>The antics of the grasshoppers made Twinkle laugh more than once, for the way they danced
+was to hop around in a circle, and jump over each other, and then a lady grasshopper and a
+gentleman grasshopper would take hold of hands and stand on their long rear legs and swing
+partners until it made the girl dizzy just to watch them.</p>
+<p>Sometimes two of them would leap at once, and knock against each other in the air, and then go
+tumbling to the ground, where the other dancers tripped over them. She saw Prince Nimble dancing
+away with the others, and his partner was a lovely green grasshopper with sparkling black eyes and
+wings that were like velvet. They didn't bump into as many of the others as some did, and Twinkle
+thought they danced very gracefully indeed.</p>
+<p>And now, while the merriment was at its height, and waiter-grasshoppers were passing around
+refreshments that looked like grass seeds covered with thick molasses, a big cat suddenly jumped
+into the circle.</p>
+<p>At once all the lights went out, for the fire-flies fled in every direction; but in the darkness
+Twinkle thought she could still hear the drone of the big bass fiddle and the flute-like trill of the
+ladybugs.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/319.jpg" alt="The awakening"><br>THE AWAKENING</p>
+<p>The next thing Twinkle knew, some one was shaking her shoulder.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/320.jpg" alt="Acorns"></p>
+<p>"Wake up, dear," said her mother's voice. "It's nearly supper-time, and papa's waiting for you.
+And I see you haven't picked a single blueberry."</p>
+<p>"Why, I picked 'em, all right," replied Twinkle, sitting up and first rubbing her eyes and then
+looking gravely at her empty tin pail. "They were all in the pail a few minutes ago. I wonder
+whatever became of them!"</p>
+<br>
+<p align="center">THE END</p>
+<br><br><br><br>
+
+
+
+
+
+<h1><a name="6">SUGAR-LOAF MOUNTAIN</a></h1>
+<br><br><br><br>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/323.jpg" alt="Sugar-Loaf Mountain"></p>
+<br><br><br><br>
+<h2>List of Chapters</h2>
+<hr width="10%">
+<table border="0" align="center">
+<tr><td colspan="4"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p>PAGE</p>
+<tr><td><p>I</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#6-1">The Golden Key</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">325</p>
+<tr><td><p>II</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#6-2">Through the Tunnel</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">333</p>
+<tr><td><p>III</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#6-3">Sugar-Loaf City</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">340</p>
+<tr><td><p>IV</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#6-4">To the King's Palace</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">348</p>
+<tr><td><p>V</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#6-5">Princess Sakareen</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">357</p>
+<tr><td><p>VI</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#6-6">The Royal Chariot</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">365</p>
+<tr><td><p>VII</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#6-7">Twinkle Gets Thirsty</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">372</p>
+<tr><td><p>VIII</p>
+<td width="10"><p>&nbsp;</p>
+<td><p><a href="#6-8">After the Runaway</a></p>
+<td><p>........</p>
+<td><p align="right">381</p>
+</table>
+
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="6-1">Chapter I</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>The Golden Key</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">T</font><font size="+2">WINKLE</font> had come to visit her old friend
+Chubbins, whose mother was now teaching school in a little town at the foot of the Ozark
+Mountains, in Arkansas. Twinkle's own home was in Dakota, so the mountains that now towered
+around her made her open her eyes in wonder.</p>
+<p>Near by&mdash;so near, in fact, that she thought she might almost reach out her arm and touch
+it&mdash;was Sugar-Loaf Mountain, round and high and big. And a little to the south was
+Backbone Mountain, and still farther along a peak called Crystal Mountain.</p>
+<p>The very next day after her arrival Twinkle asked Chubbins to take her to see the mountain;
+and so the boy, who was about her own age, got his mother to fill for them a basket of good things
+to eat, and away they started, hand in hand, to explore the mountain-side.</p>
+<p>It was farther to Sugar-Loaf Mountain than Twinkle had thought, and by the time they reached
+the foot of the great mound, the rocky sides of which were covered with bushes and small trees,
+they were both rather tired by the walk.</p>
+<p>"Let's eat something," suggested Chubbins.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/327.jpg" alt="Twinkle and Chubbins"><br>TWINKLE AND
+CHUBBINS</p>
+<p>"I'm willing," said Twinkle.</p>
+<p>So they climbed up a little way, to where some big rocks lay flat upon the mountain, and sat
+themselves down upon a slab of rock while they rested and ate some of the sandwiches and
+cake.</p>
+<p>"Why do they call it 'Sugar-Loaf'?" asked the girl, looking far up to the top of the
+mountain.</p>
+<p>"I don't know," replied Chubbins.</p>
+<p>"It's a queer name," said Twinkle, thoughtfully.</p>
+<p>"That's so," agreed the boy. "They might as well have called it 'gingerbread' or 'rock-salt,' or
+'tea-biscuit.' They call mountains funny names, don't they?"</p>
+<p>"Seems as if they do," said Twinkle.</p>
+<p>They had been sitting upon the edge of one big flat rock, with their feet resting against another
+that was almost as large. These rocks appeared to have been there for ages,&mdash;as if some big
+giants in olden days had tossed them carelessly down and then gone away and left them. Yet as the
+children pushed their feet against this one, the heavy mass suddenly began to tremble and then slide
+downward.</p>
+<p>"Look out!" cried the girl, frightened to see the slab of rock move. "We'll fall and get hurt!"</p>
+<p>But they clung to the rock upon which they sat and met with no harm whatever. Nor did the big
+slab of stone below them move very far from its original position.</p>
+<p>It merely slid downward a few feet, and when they looked at the place where it had been they
+discovered what seemed to be a small iron door, built into the solid stone underneath, and now
+shown to their view by the moving of the upper rock.</p>
+<p>"Why, it's a door!" exclaimed Twinkle.</p>
+<p>Chubbins got down upon his knees and examined the door carefully. There was a ring in it that
+seemed to be a handle, and he caught hold of it and pulled as hard as he could. But it wouldn't
+move.</p>
+<p>"It's locked, Twink," he said.</p>
+<p>"What do you'spose is under it?" she asked.</p>
+<p>"Maybe it's a treasure!" answered Chubbins, his eyes big with interest.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/331.jpg" alt="&quot;May be it's a treasure&quot;"><br>"MAY
+BE IT'S A TREASURE"</p>
+<p>"Well, Chub, we can't get it, anyway," said the practical Twinkle; "so let's climb the
+mountain."</p>
+<p>She got down from her seat and approached the door, and as she did so she struck a small bit of
+rock with her foot and sent it tumbling down the hill. Then she stopped short with a cry of wonder,
+for under the stone she had kicked away was a little hole in the rock, and within this they saw a
+small golden key.</p>
+<p>"Perhaps," she said, eagerly, as she stooped to pick up the key, "this will unlock the iron
+door."</p>
+<p>"Let's try it!" cried the boy.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/332.jpg" alt="A key"></p>
+
+
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="6-2">Chapter II</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Through the Tunnel</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">T</font><font size="+2">HEY</font> examined the door carefully, and at last
+found near the center of it a small hole. Twinkle put the golden key into this and found that it fitted
+exactly. But it took all of Chubbins's strength to turn the key in the rusty lock. Yet finally it did
+turn, and they heard the noise of bolts shooting back, so they both took hold of the ring, and
+pulling hard together, managed to raise the iron door on its hinges.</p>
+<p>All they saw was a dark tunnel, with stone steps leading down into the mountain.</p>
+<p>"No treasure here," said the little girl.</p>
+<p>"P'raps it's farther in," replied Chub-bins. "Shall we go down?"</p>
+<p>"Won't it be dangerous?" she asked.</p>
+<p>"Don't know," said Chubbins, honestly. "It's been years and years since this door was opened.
+You can see for yourself. That rock must have covered it up a long time."</p>
+<p>"There must be <i>something</i> inside," she declared, "or there wouldn't be any door, or any
+steps."</p>
+<p>"That's so," answered Chubbins. "I'll go down and see. You wait."</p>
+<p>"No; I'll go too," said Twinkle. "I'd be just as scared waiting outside as I would be in. And I 'in
+bigger than you are, Chub."</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/335.jpg" alt="They enter the tunnel"><br>THEY ENTER THE
+TUNNEL</p>
+<p>"You're taller, but you're only a month older, Twink; so don't you put on airs. And I'm the
+strongest."</p>
+<p>"We'll both go," she decided; "and then if we find the treasure we'll divide."</p>
+<p>"All right; come on!"</p>
+<p>Forgetting their basket, which they left upon the rocks, they crept through the little doorway and
+down the steps. There were only seven steps in all, and then came a narrow but level tunnel that led
+straight into the mountain-side. It was dark a few feet from the door, but the children resolved to go
+on. Taking hold of hands, so as not to get separated, and feeling the sides of the passage to guide
+them, they walked a long way into the black tunnel.</p>
+<p>Twinkle was just about to say they'd better go back, when the passage suddenly turned, and far
+ahead of them shone a faint light. This encouraged them, and they went on faster, hoping they
+would soon come to the treasure.</p>
+<p>"Keep it up, Twink," said the boy. "It's no use going home yet."</p>
+<p>"We must be almost in the middle of Sugar-Loaf Mountain," she answered.</p>
+<p>"Oh, no; it's an awful big mountain," said he. "But we've come quite a way, haven't we?"</p>
+<p>"I guess mama'd scold, if she knew where we are."</p>
+<p>"Mamas," said Chubbins, "shouldn't know everything, 'cause they'd only worry. And if we
+don't get hurt I can't see as there's any harm done."</p>
+<p>"But we mustn't be naughty, Chub."</p>
+<p>"The only thing that's naughty," he replied, "is doing what you're told not to do. And no one
+told us not to go into the middle of Sugar-Loaf Mountain."</p>
+<p>Just then they came to another curve in their path, and saw a bright light ahead. It looked to the
+children just like daylight; so they ran along and soon passed through a low arch and came out
+into&mdash;</p>
+<p>Well! the scene before them was so strange that it nearly took away their breath, and they stood
+perfectly still and stared as hard as their big eyes could possibly stare.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/339.jpg" alt="The scene was strange"><br>THE SCENE WAS
+STRANGE</p>
+
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="6-3">Chapter III</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Sugar-Loaf City</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">S</font><font size="+2">UGAR-LOAF</font> Mountain was hollow inside,
+for the children stood facing a great dome that rose so far above their heads that it seemed almost
+as high as the sky. And underneath this dome lay spread out the loveliest city imaginable. There
+were streets of houses, and buildings with round domes, and slender, delicate spires reaching far up
+into the air, and turrets beautifully ornamented with carvings. And all these were white as the driven
+snow and sparkling in every part like millions of diamonds&mdash;for all were built of pure loaf-
+sugar! The pavements of the streets were also loaf-sugar, and the trees and bushes and flowers were
+likewise sugar; but these last were not all white, because all sugar is not white, and they showed
+many bright colors of red sugar and blue sugar and yellow, purple and green sugar, all contrasting
+most prettily with the sparkling white buildings and the great white dome overhead.</p>
+<p>This alone might well astonish the eyes of children from the outside world, but it was by no
+means all that Twinkle and Chubbins beheld in that first curious look at Sugar-Loaf City. For the
+city was inhabited by many people&mdash;men, women and children&mdash;who walked along
+the streets just as briskly as we do; only all were made of sugar. There were several different kinds
+of these sugar people. Some, who strutted proudly along, were evidently of pure loaf-sugar, and
+these were of a most respectable appearance. Others seemed to be made of a light brown sugar, and
+were more humble in their manners and seemed to hurry along as if they had business to attend to.
+Then there were some of sugar so dark in color that Twinkle suspected it was maple-sugar, and
+these folks seemed of less account than any of the others, being servants, drivers of carriages, and
+beggars and idlers.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/343.jpg" alt="&quot;Surrender!&quot; said the
+Captain"><br>"SURRENDER!" SAID THE CAPTAIN</p>
+<p>Carts and carriages moved along the streets, and were mostly made of brown sugar. The horses
+that drew them were either pressed sugar or maple-sugar. In fact, everything that existed in this
+wonderful city was made of some kind of sugar.</p>
+<p>Where the light, which made all this place so bright and beautiful, came from, Twinkle could
+not imagine. There was no sun, nor were there any electric lights that could be seen; but it was fully
+as bright as day and everything showed with great plainness.</p>
+<p>While the children, who stood just inside the archway through which they had entered, were
+looking at the wonders of Sugar-Loaf City, a file of sugar soldiers suddenly came around a corner
+at a swift trot.</p>
+<p>"Halt!" cried the Captain. He wore a red sugar jacket and a red sugar cap, and the soldiers were
+dressed in the same manner as their Captain, but without the officer's yellow sugar shoulder-straps.
+At the command, the sugar soldiers came to a stop, and all pointed their sugar muskets at Twinkle
+and Chubbins.</p>
+<p>"Surrender!" said the Captain to them. "Surrender, or I'll&mdash;I'll&mdash;"</p>
+<p>He hesitated.</p>
+<p>"What will you do?" said Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"I don't know what, but something very dreadful," replied the Captain. "But of course you'll
+surrender."</p>
+<p>"I suppose we'll have to," answered the girl.</p>
+<p>"That's right. I'll just take you to the king, and let him decide what to do," he added
+pleasantly.</p>
+<p>So the soldiers surrounded the two children, shouldered arms, and marched away down the
+street, Twinkle and Chubbins walking slowly, so the candy folks would not have to run; for the
+tallest soldiers were only as high as their shoulders.</p>
+<p>"This is a great event," remarked the Captain, as he walked beside them with as much dignity as
+he could muster. "It was really good of you to come and be arrested, for I haven't had any
+excitement in a long time. The people here are such good sugar that they seldom do anything
+wrong."</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/347.jpg" alt="The children talk to the Captain"><br>THE
+CHILDREN TALK TO THE CAPTAIN</p>
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="6-4">Chapter IV</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>To the King's Palace</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">"W</font><font size="+2">HAT,</font> allow me to ask, is your grade of
+sugar?" inquired the Captain, with much politeness. "You do not seem to be the best loaf, but I
+suppose that of course you are solid."</p>
+<p>"Solid what?" asked Chubbins.</p>
+<p>"Solid sugar," replied the Captain.</p>
+<p>"We're not sugar at all," explained Twinkle. "We're just meat."</p>
+<p>"Meat! And what is that?"</p>
+<p>"Haven't you any meat in your city?"</p>
+<p>"No," he replied, shaking his head. "Well, I can't explain exactly what meat is," she said; "but it
+isn't sugar, anyway."</p>
+<p>At this the Captain looked solemn.</p>
+<p>"It isn't any of my business, after all," he told them. "The king must decide about you, for that's
+<i>his</i> business. But since you are not made of sugar you must excuse me if I decline to
+converse with you any longer. It is beneath my dignity."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, that's all right," said Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"Where we came from," said Chubbins, "meat costs more a pound than sugar does; so I guess
+we're just as good as you are."</p>
+<p>But the Captain made no reply to this statement, and before long they stopped in front of a big
+sugar building, while a crowd of sugar people quickly gathered.</p>
+<p>"Stand back!" cried the Captain, and the sugar soldiers formed a row between the children and
+the sugar citizens, and kept the crowd from getting too near. Then the Captain led Twinkle and
+Chubbins through a high sugar gateway and up a broad sugar walk to the entrance of the
+building.</p>
+<p>"Must be the king's castle," said Chubbins.</p>
+<p>"The king's palace," corrected the Captain, stiffly.</p>
+<p>"What's the difference?" asked Twinkle.</p>
+<p>But the sugar officer did not care to explain.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/351.jpg" alt="The king's palace"><br>THE KING'S
+PALACE</p>
+<p>Brown sugar servants in plum-colored sugar coats stood at the entrance to the palace, and their
+eyes stuck out like lozenges from their sugar faces when they saw the strangers the Captain was
+escorting.</p>
+<p>But every one bowed low, and stood aside for them to pass, and they walked through beautiful
+halls and reception rooms where the sugar was cut into panels and scrolls and carved to represent
+all kinds of fruit and flowers.</p>
+<p>"Isn't it sweet!" said Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"Sure it is," answered Chubbins.</p>
+<p>And now they were ushered into a magnificent room, where a stout little sugar man was sitting
+near the window playing upon a fiddle, while a group of sugar men and women stood before him
+in respectful attitudes and listened to the music.</p>
+<p>Twinkle knew at once that the fiddler was the king, because he had a sugar crown upon his
+head. His Majesty was made of very white and sparkling cut loaf-sugar, and his clothing was
+formed of the same pure material. The only color about him was the pink sugar in his cheeks and
+the brown sugar in his eyes. His fiddle was also of white sugar, and the strings were of spun sugar
+and had an excellent tone.</p>
+<p>When the king saw the strange children enter the room he jumped up and exclaimed:</p>
+<p>"Bless my beets! What have we here?"</p>
+<p>"Mortals, Most Granular and Solidified Majesty," answered the Captain, bowing so low that his
+forehead touched the floor. "They came in by the ancient tunnel."</p>
+<p>"Well, I declare," said the king. "I thought that tunnel had been stopped up for good and
+all."</p>
+<p>"The stone above the door slipped," said Twinkle, "so we came down to see what we could
+find."</p>
+<p>"You must never do it again," said his Majesty, sternly. "This is our own kingdom, a peaceful
+and retired nation of extra refined and substantial citizens, and we don't wish to mix with mortals,
+or any other folks."</p>
+<p>"We'll go back, pretty soon," said Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"Now, that's very nice of you," declared the king, "and I appreciate your kindness. Are you
+extra refined, my dear?"</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/355.jpg" alt="His Majesty the King"><br>HIS MAJESTY THE
+KING</p>
+<p>"I hope so," said the girl, a little doubtfully.</p>
+<p>"Then there's no harm in our being friendly while you're here. And as you've promised to go
+back to your own world soon, I have no objection to showing you around the town. You'd like to
+see how we live, wouldn't you?"</p>
+<p>"Very much," said Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"Order my chariot, Captain Brittle," said his Majesty; and the Captain again made one of his
+lowly bows and strutted from the room to execute the command.</p>
+<p>The king now introduced Chubbins and Twinkle to the sugar ladies and gentlemen who were
+present, and all of them treated the children very respectfully.</p>
+
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="6-5">Chapter V</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Princess Sakareen</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">"S</font><font size="+2">AY,</font> play us a tune," said Chubbins to the
+king. His Majesty didn't seem to like being addressed so bluntly, but he was very fond of playing
+the fiddle, so he graciously obeyed the request and played a pretty and pathetic ballad upon the
+spun sugar strings. Then, begging to be excused for a few minutes while the chariot was being made
+ready, the king left them and went into another room.</p>
+<p>This gave the children a chance to talk freely with the sugar people, and Chubbins said to one
+man, who looked very smooth on the outside:</p>
+<p>"I s'pose you're one of the big men of this place, aren't you?"</p>
+<p>The man looked frightened for a moment, and then took the boy's arm and led him into a
+corner of the room.</p>
+<p>"You ask me an embarrassing question," he whispered, looking around to make sure that no
+one overheard. "Although I pose as one of the nobility, I am, as a matter of fact, a great fraud!"</p>
+<p>"How's that?" asked Chubbins.</p>
+<p>"Have you noticed how smooth I am?" inquired the sugar man.</p>
+<p>"Yes," replied the boy. "Why is it?"</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/359.jpg" alt="&quot;I pose as one of the
+nobility&quot;"><br>"I POSE AS ONE OF THE NOBILITY"</p>
+<p>"Why, I'm frosted, that's the reason. No one here suspects it, and I'm considered very
+respectable; but the truth is, I'm just coated over with frosting, and not solid sugar at all."</p>
+<p>"What's inside you?" asked Chubbins.</p>
+<p>"That," answered the man, "I do not know. I've never dared to find out. For if I broke my
+frosting to see what I'm stuffed with, every one else would see too, and I would be disgraced and
+ruined."</p>
+<p>"Perhaps you're cake," suggested the boy.</p>
+<p>"Perhaps so," answered the man, sadly. "Please keep my secret, for only those who are solid
+loaf-sugar are of any account in this country, and at present I am received in the best society, as
+you see."</p>
+<p>"Oh, I won't tell," said Chubbins.</p>
+<p>During this time Twinkle had been talking with a sugar lady, in another part of the room. This
+lady seemed to be of the purest loaf-sugar, for she sparkled most beautifully, and Twinkle thought
+she was quite the prettiest person to look at that she had yet seen.</p>
+<p>"Are you related to the king?" she asked.</p>
+<p>"No, indeed," answered the sugar lady, "although I'm considered one of the very highest
+quality. But I'll tell you a secret, my dear." She took Twinkle's hand and led her across to a sugar
+sofa, where they both sat down.</p>
+<p>"No one," resumed the sugar lady, "has ever suspected the truth; but I'm only a sham, and it
+worries me dreadfully."</p>
+<p>"I don't understand what you mean," said Twinkle. "Your sugar seems as pure and sparkling as
+that of the king."</p>
+<p>"Things are not always what they seem," sighed the sugar lady. "What you see of me, on the
+outside, is all right; but the fact is, <i>I'm hollow!</i>"</p>
+<p>"Dear me!" exclaimed Twinkle, in surprise. "How do you know it?"</p>
+<p>"I can feel it," answered the lady, impressively. "If you weighed me you'd find I'm not as heavy
+as the solid ones, and for a long time I've realized the bitter truth that I'm hollow. It makes me very
+unhappy, but I don't dare confide my secret to any one here, because it would disgrace me
+forever."</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/363.jpg" alt="&quot;I'm hollow!&quot;"><br>"I'M
+HOLLOW!"</p>
+<p>"I wouldn't worry," said the child. "They'll never know the difference."</p>
+<p>"Not unless I should break," replied the sugar lady. "But if that happened, all the world could
+see that I'm hollow, and instead of being welcomed in good society I'd become an outcast. It's even
+more respectable to be made of brown sugar, than to be hollow; don't you think so?"</p>
+<p>"I'm a stranger here," said Twinkle; "so I can't judge. But if I were you, I wouldn't worry unless
+I got broke; and you may be wrong, after all, and as sound as a brick!"</p>
+
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="6-6">Chapter VI</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>The Royal Chariot</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">J</font><font size="+2">UST</font> then the king came back to the room and
+said:</p>
+<p>"The chariot is at the door; and, as there are three seats, I'll take Lord Cloy and Princess
+Sakareen with us."</p>
+<p>So the children followed the king to the door of the palace, where stood a beautiful white and
+yellow sugar chariot, drawn by six handsome sugar horses with spun sugar tails and manes, and
+driven by a brown sugar coachman in a blue sugar livery.</p>
+<p>The king got in first, and the others followed. Then the children discovered that Lord Cloy was
+the frosted man and Princess Sakareen was the sugar lady who had told Twinkle that she was
+hollow.</p>
+<p>There was quite a crowd of sugar people at the gates to watch the departure of the royal party,
+and a few soldiers and policemen were also present to keep order. Twinkle sat beside the king, and
+Chubbins sat on the same seat with the Princess Sakareen, while Lord Cloy was obliged to sit with
+the coachman. When all were ready the driver cracked a sugar whip (but didn't break it), and away
+the chariot dashed over a road paved with blocks of cut loaf-sugar.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/367.jpg" alt="The chariot dashed away"><br>THE CHARIOT
+DASHED AWAY</p>
+<p>The air was cool and pleasant, but there was a sweet smell to the breeze that was peculiar to this
+strange country. Sugar birds flew here and there, singing sweet songs, and a few sugar dogs ran out
+to bark at the king's chariot as it whirled along.</p>
+<p>"Haven't you any automobiles in your country?" asked the girl.</p>
+<p>"No," answered the king. "Anything that requires heat to make it go is avoided here, because
+heat would melt us and ruin our bodies in a few minutes. Automobiles would be dangerous in
+Sugar-Loaf City."</p>
+<p>"They're dangerous enough anywhere," she said. "What do you feed to your horses?"</p>
+<p>"They eat a fine quality of barley-sugar that grows in our fields," answered the king. "You'll see
+it presently, for we will drive out to my country villa, which is near the edge of the dome, opposite
+to where you came in."</p>
+<p>First, however, they rode all about the city, and the king pointed out the public buildings, and
+the theaters, and the churches, and a number of small but pretty public parks. And there was a high
+tower near the center that rose half-way to the dome, it was so tall.</p>
+<p>"Aren't you afraid the roof will cave in some time, and ruin your city?" Twinkle asked the
+king.</p>
+<p>"Oh, no," he answered. "We never think of such a thing. Isn't there a dome over the place
+where you live?"</p>
+<p>"Yes," said Twinkle; "but it's the sky."</p>
+<p>"Do you ever fear it will cave in?" inquired the king.</p>
+<p>"No, indeed!" she replied, with a laugh at the idea.</p>
+<p>"Well, it's the same way with us," returned his Majesty. "Domes are the strongest things in all
+the world."</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/370.jpg" alt="Mountains"></p>
+<br><br>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/371.jpg" alt="A Sugar-Loaf farm"><br>A SUGAR-LOAF
+FARM</p>
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="6-7">Chapter VII</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>Twinkle Gets Thirsty</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">A</font><font size="+2">FTER</font> they had seen the sights of the city the
+carriage turned into a broad highway that led into the country, and soon they began to pass fields of
+sugar corn and gardens of sugar cabbages and sugar beets and sugar potatoes. There were also
+orchards of sugar plums and sugar apples and vineyards of sugar grapes. All the trees were sugar,
+and even the grass was sugar, while sugar grasshoppers hopped about in it. Indeed, Chubbins
+decided that not a speck of anything beneath the dome of Sugar-Loaf Mountain was anything but
+pure sugar&mdash;unless the inside of the frosted man proved to be of a different material.</p>
+<p>By and by they reached a pretty villa, where they all left the carriage and followed the sugar
+king into the sugar house. Refreshments had been ordered in advance, over the sugar telephone, so
+that the dining table was already laid and all they had to do was to sit in the pretty sugar chairs and
+be waited upon by maple-sugar attendants.</p>
+<p>There were sandwiches and salads and fruits and many other sugar things to eat, served on
+sugar plates; and the children found that some were flavored with winter-green and raspberry and
+lemon, so that they were almost as good as candies. At each plate was a glass made of crystal sugar
+and filled with thick sugar syrup, and this seemed to be the only thing to drink. After eating so
+much sugar the children naturally became thirsty, and when the king asked Twinkle if she would
+like anything else she answered promptly:</p>
+<p>"Yes, I'd like a drink of water."</p>
+<p>At once a murmur of horror arose from the sugar people present, and the king pushed back his
+chair as if greatly disturbed.</p>
+<p>"Water!" he exclaimed, in amazement.</p>
+<p>"Sure," replied Chubbins. "I want some, too. We're thirsty."</p>
+<p>The king shuddered.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/375.jpg" alt="&quot;Water!&quot; he
+exclaimed"><br>"WATER!" HE EXCLAIMED</p>
+<p>"Nothing in the world," said he gravely, "is so dangerous as water. It melts sugar in no time, and
+to drink it would destroy you instantly."</p>
+<p>"We're not made of sugar," said Twinkle. "In our country we drink all the water we want."</p>
+<p>"It may be true," returned the king; "but I am thankful to say there is no drop of water in all this
+favored country. But we have syrup, which is much better for your health. It fills up the spaces
+inside you, and hardens and makes you solid."</p>
+<p>"It makes me thirstier than ever," said the girl. "But if you have no water we must try to get
+along until we get home again."</p>
+<p>When the luncheon was over, they entered the carriage again and were driven back towards the
+city. On the way the six sugar horses became restless, and pranced around in so lively a manner
+that the sugar coachman could scarcely hold them in. And when they had nearly reached the palace
+a part of the harness broke, and without warning all six horses dashed madly away. The chariot
+smashed against a high wall of sugar and broke into many pieces, the sugar people, as well as
+Twinkle and Chubbins, being thrown out and scattered in all directions.</p>
+<p>The little girl was not at all hurt, nor was Chubbins, who landed on top the wall and had to
+climb down again. But the king had broken one of the points off his crown, and sat upon the
+ground gazing sorrowfully at his wrecked chariot. And Lord Cloy, the frosted man, had smashed
+one of his feet, and everybody could now see that underneath the frosting was a material very like
+marshmallow&mdash;a discovery that was sure to condemn him as unfit for the society of the solid
+sugar-loaf aristocracy of the country.</p>
+<p>But perhaps the most serious accident of all had befallen Princess Sakareen, whose left leg had
+broken short off at the knee. Twinkle ran up to her as soon as she could, and found the Princess
+smiling happily and gazing at the part of the broken leg which she had picked up.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/379.jpg" alt="The Princess' leg had broken"><br>THE
+PRINCESS' LEG HAD BROKEN</p>
+<p>"See here, Twinkle," she cried; "it's as solid as the king himself! I'm not hollow at all. It was
+only my imagination."</p>
+<p>"I'm glad of that," answered Twinkle; "but what will you do with a broken leg?"</p>
+<p>"Oh, that's easily mended," said the Princess, "All I must do is to put a little syrup on the broken
+parts, and stick them together, and then sit in the breeze until it hardens. I'll be all right in an hour
+from now."</p>
+<p>It pleased Twinkle to hear this, for she liked the pretty sugar princess.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/380.jpg" alt="Birds and flowers"></p>
+
+<br><br><br>
+<h1><a name="6-8">Chapter VIII</a></h1>
+<hr width="10%">
+<h2>After the Runaway</h2>
+<p><font size="+4">N</font><font size="+2">OW</font> the king came up to them, saying: "I
+hope you are not injured."</p>
+<p>"We are all right," said Twinkle; "but I'm getting dreadful thirsty, so if your Majesty has no
+objection I guess we'll go home."</p>
+<p>"No objection at all," answered the king.</p>
+<p>Chubbins had been calmly filling his pockets with broken spokes and other bits of the wrecked
+chariot; but feeling nearly as thirsty as Twinkle, he was glad to learn they were about to start for
+home.</p>
+<p>They exchanged good-byes with all their sugar friends, and thanked the sugar king for his royal
+entertainment. Then Captain Brittle and his soldiers escorted the children to the archway through
+which they had entered Sugar-Loaf City.</p>
+<p>They had little trouble in going back, although the tunnel was so dark in places that they had to
+feel their way. But finally daylight could be seen ahead, and a few minutes later they scrambled up
+the stone steps and squeezed through the little doorway.</p>
+<p>There was their basket, just as they had left it, and the afternoon sun was shining softly over the
+familiar worldly landscape, which they were both rejoiced to see again.</p>
+<p align="center"><img src="images/383.jpg" alt="&quot;Where's the key?&quot; asked
+Twinkle"><br>"WHERE'S THE KEY?" ASKED TWINKLE</p>
+<p>Chubbins closed the iron door, and as soon as he did so the bolts shot into place, locking it
+securely.</p>
+<p>"Where's the key?" asked Twinkle.</p>
+<p>"I put it into my pocket," said Chubbins, "but it must have dropped out when I tumbled from
+the king's chariot."</p>
+<p>"That's too bad," said Twinkle; "for now no one can ever get to the sugar city again. The door is
+locked, and the key is on the other side."</p>
+<p>"Never mind," said the boy. "We've seen the inside of Sugar-Loaf Mountain once, and that'll do
+us all our lives. Come on, Twink. Let's go home and get a drink!"</p>
+<br>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<hr class="full" noshade>
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+The Project Gutenberg eBook of Twinkle and Chubbins, by L. Frank (Lyman
+Frank) Baum, Illustrated by Maginel Wright Enright
+
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  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 www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+
+
+
+Title: Twinkle and Chubbins
+       Their Astonishing Adventures in Nature-Fairyland
+
+
+Author: L. Frank (Lyman Frank) Baum
+
+
+
+Release Date: April 10, 2009  [eBook #28552]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ISO-646-US (US-ASCII)
+
+
+***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TWINKLE AND CHUBBINS***
+
+
+E-text prepared by Michael Gray
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+
+
+TWINKLE AND CHUBBINS
+
+Their Astonishing Adventures
+in Nature-Fairyland
+
+by
+
+LAURA BANCROFT
+
+Illustrated by Maginal Wright Enright
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+Publishers
+The Reilly & Britton Co.
+Chicago
+
+Copyright, 1911
+by
+The Reilly & Britton Co.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+                                 PAGE
+I     Mr. Woodchuck.................9
+II    Bandit Jim Crow..............69
+III   Prarie-Dog Town.............133
+IV    Prince Mud-Turtle...........195
+V     Twinkle's Enchantment.......257
+VI    Sugar-Loaf Mountain.........321
+
+
+
+
+List of Chapters
+
+                                        PAGE
+I     The Trap............................11
+II    Mr. Woodchuck Captures a Girl.......18
+III   Mr. Woodchuck Scolds Tinkle.........26
+IV    Mrs. Woodchuck and Her Family ......35
+V     Mr. Woodchuck Argues the Question...43
+VI    Twinkle is Taken to the Judge.......50
+VII   Twinkle is Condemned................56
+VIII  Twinkle Remembers...................66
+
+
+
+Chapter I
+The Trap
+
+"THERE'S a woodchuck over on the side hill that is eating my clover," said
+Twinkle's father, who was a farmer.
+
+"Why don't you set a trap for it?" asked Twinkle's mother.
+
+"I believe I will," answered the man.
+
+So, when the midday dinner was over, the farmer went to the barn and got
+a steel trap, and carried it over to the clover-field on the hillside.
+
+Twinkle wanted very much to go with him, but she had to help mamma wash
+the dishes and put them away, and then brush up the dining-room and put
+it in order. But when the work was done, and she had all the rest of the
+afternoon to herself, she decided to go over to the woodchuck's hole and
+see how papa had set the trap, and also discover if the woodchuck had
+yet been caught.
+
+So the little girl took her blue-and-white sun-bonnet, and climbed over
+the garden fence and ran across the corn-field and through the rye until
+she came to the red-clover patch on the hill.
+
+She knew perfectly well where the woodchuck's hole was, for she had
+looked at it curiously many times; so she approached it carefully and
+found the trap set just in front of the hole. If the woodchuck stepped
+on it, when he came out, it would grab his leg and hold him fast; and
+there was a chain fastened to the trap, and also to a stout post driven
+into the ground, so that when the woodchuck was caught he couldn't run
+away with the trap.
+
+But although the day was bright and sunshiny, and just the kind of day
+woodchucks like, the clover-eater had not yet walked out of his hole to
+get caught in the trap.
+
+So Twinkle lay down in the clover-field, half hidden by a small bank in
+front of the woodchuck's hole, and began to watch for the little animal
+to come out. Her eyes could see right into the hole, which seemed to
+slant upward into the hill instead of downward; but of course she
+couldn't see very far in, because the hole wasn't straight, and grew
+black a little way from the opening.
+
+It was somewhat wearisome, waiting and watching so long, and the warm
+sun and the soft chirp of the crickets that hopped through the clover
+made Twinkle drowsy. She didn't intend to go to sleep, because then she
+might miss the woodchuck; but there was no harm in closing her eyes just
+one little minute; so she allowed the long lashes to droop over her
+pretty pink cheeks--just because they felt so heavy, and there was no
+way to prop them up.
+
+Then, with a start, she opened her eyes again, and saw the trap and the
+woodchuck hole just as they were before. Not quite, though, come to look
+carefully. The hole seemed to be bigger than at first; yes, strange as
+it might seem, the hole was growing bigger every minute! She watched it
+with much surprise, and then looked at the trap, which remained the same
+size it had always been. And when she turned her eyes upon the hole once
+more it had not only become very big and high, but a stone arch appeared
+over it, and a fine, polished front door now shut it off from the
+outside world. She could even read a name upon the silver door-plate,
+and the name was this:
+
+Mister Woodchuck
+
+
+
+Chapter II
+Mister Woodchuck Captures a Girl
+
+"WELL, I declare!" whispered Twinkle to herself; "how could all that have
+happened?"
+
+On each side of the door was a little green bench, big enough for two to
+sit upon, and between the benches was a doorstep of white marble, with a
+mat lying on it. On one side Twinkle saw an electric door-bell.
+
+While she gazed at this astonishing sight a sound of rapid footsteps was
+heard, and a large Jack-Rabbit, almost as big as herself, and dressed in
+a messenger-boy's uniform, ran up to the woodchuck's front door and rang
+the bell.
+
+Almost at once the door opened inward, and a curious personage stepped
+out.
+
+Twinkle saw at a glance that it was the woodchuck himself,--but what a
+big and queer woodchuck it was!
+
+He wore a swallow-tailed coat, with a waistcoat of white satin and fancy
+knee-breeches, and upon his feet were shoes with silver buckles. On his
+head was perched a tall silk hat that made him look just as high as
+Twinkle's father, and in one paw he held a gold-headed cane. Also he
+wore big spectacles over his eyes, which made him look more dignified
+than any other woodchuck Twinkle had ever seen.
+
+When this person opened the door and saw the Jack-Rabbit messenger-boy,
+he cried out:
+
+"Well, what do you mean by ringing my bell so violently? I suppose
+you're half an hour late, and trying to make me think you're in a
+hurry."
+
+The Jack-Rabbit took a telegram from its pocket and handed it to the
+woodchuck without a word in reply. At once the woodchuck tore open the
+envelope and read the telegram carefully.
+
+"Thank you. There's no answer," he said; and in an instant the
+Jack-Rabbit had whisked away and was gone.
+
+"Well, well," said the woodchuck, as if to himself, "the foolish farmer
+has set a trap for me, it seems, and my friends have sent a telegram to
+warn me. Let's see--where is the thing?"
+
+He soon discovered the trap, and seizing hold of the chain he pulled the
+peg out of the ground and threw the whole thing far away into the field.
+
+"I must give that farmer a sound scolding," he muttered, "for he's
+becoming so impudent lately that soon he will think he owns the whole
+country."
+
+But now his eyes fell upon Twinkle, who lay in the clover staring up at
+him; and the woodchuck gave a laugh and grabbed her fast by one arm.
+
+"Oh ho!" he exclaimed; "you're spying upon me, are you?"
+
+"I'm just waiting to see you get caught in the trap," said the girl,
+standing up because the big creature pulled upon her arm. She wasn't
+much frightened, strange to say, because this woodchuck had a
+good-humored way about him that gave her confidence.
+
+"You would have to wait a long time for that," he said, with a laugh
+that was a sort of low chuckle. "Instead of seeing me caught, you've got
+caught yourself. That's turning the tables, sure enough; isn't it?"
+
+"I suppose it is," said Twinkle, regretfully. "Am I a prisoner?"
+
+"You might call it that; and then, again, you mightn't," answered the
+woodchuck. "To tell you the truth, I hardly know what to do with you.
+But come inside, and we'll talk it over. We musn't be seen out here in
+the fields."
+
+Still holding fast to her arm, the woodchuck led her through the door,
+which he carefully closed and locked. Then they passed through a kind of
+hallway, into which opened several handsomely furnished rooms, and out
+again into a beautiful garden at the back, all filled with flowers and
+brightly colored plants, and with a pretty fountain playing in the
+middle. A high stone wall was built around the garden, shutting it off
+from all the rest of the world.
+
+The woodchuck led his prisoner to a bench beside the fountain, and told
+her to sit down and make herself comfortable.
+
+
+
+Chapter III
+Mister Woodchuck Scolds Twinkle
+
+TWINKLE was much pleased with her surroundings, and soon discovered
+several gold-fishes swimming in the water at the foot of the fountain.
+
+"Well, how does it strike you?" asked the woodchuck, strutting up and
+down the gravel walk before her and swinging his gold-headed cane rather
+gracefully.
+
+"It seems like a dream," said Twinkle.
+
+"To be sure," he answered, nodding. "You'd no business to fall asleep in
+the clover."
+
+"Did I?" she asked, rather startled at the suggestion.
+
+"It stands to reason you did," he replied. "You don't for a moment think
+this is real, do you?"
+
+"It _seems_ real," she answered. "Aren't you the woodchuck?"
+
+"_Mister_ Woodchuck, if you please. Address me properly, young lady, or
+you'll make me angry."
+
+"Well, then, aren't you Mister Woodchuck?"
+
+"At present I am; but when you wake up, I won't be," he said.
+
+"Then you think I'm dreaming?"
+
+"You must figure that out for yourself," said Mister Woodchuck.
+
+"What do you suppose made me dream?"
+
+"I don't know."
+
+"Do you think it's something I've eaten?" she asked anxiously.
+
+"I hardly think so. This isn't any nightmare, you know, because there's
+nothing at all horrible about it so far. You've probably been reading
+some of those creepy, sensational story-books."
+
+"I haven't read a book in a long time," said Twinkle.
+
+"Dreams," remarked Mister Woodchuck, thoughtfully, "are not always to be
+accounted for. But this conversation is all wrong. When one is dreaming
+one doesn't talk about it, or even know it's a dream. So let's speak of
+something else."
+
+"It's very pleasant in this garden," said Twinkle. "I don't mind being
+here a bit."
+
+"But you can't stay here," replied Mister Woodchuck, "and you ought to
+be very uncomfortable in my presence. You see, you're one of the
+deadliest enemies of my race. All you human beings live for or think of
+is how to torture and destroy woodchucks."
+
+"Oh, no!" she answered. "We have many more important things than that to
+think of. But when a woodchuck gets eating our clover and the
+vegetables, and spoils a lot, we just have to do something to stop it.
+That's why my papa set the trap."
+
+"You're selfish," said Mister Woodchuck, "and you're cruel to poor
+little animals that can't help themselves, and have to eat what they can
+find, or starve. There's enough for all of us growing in the broad
+fields."
+
+Twinkle felt a little ashamed.
+
+"We have to sell the clover and the vegetables to earn our living," she
+explained; "and if the animals eat them up we can't sell them."
+
+"We don't eat enough to rob you," said the woodchuck, "and the land
+belonged to the wild creatures long before you people came here and
+began to farm. And really, there is no reason why you should be so
+cruel. It hurts dreadfully to be caught in a trap, and an animal
+captured in that way sometimes has to suffer for many hours before the
+man comes to kill it. We don't mind the killing so much. Death doesn't
+last but an instant. But every minute of suffering seems to be an hour."
+
+"That's true," said Twinkle, feeling sorry and repentant. "I'll ask papa
+never to set another trap."
+
+"That will be some help," returned Mister Woodchuck, more cheerfully,
+"and I hope you'll not forget the promise when you wake up. But that
+isn't enough to settle the account for all our past sufferings, I assure
+you; so I am trying to think of a suitable way to punish you for the
+past wickedness of your father, and of all other men that have set
+traps."
+
+"Why, if you feel that way," said the little girl, "you're just as bad
+as we are!"
+
+"How's that?" asked Mister Woodchuck, pausing in his walk to look at
+her.
+
+"It's as naughty to want revenge as it is to be selfish and cruel," she
+said.
+
+"I believe you are right about that," answered the animal, taking off
+his silk hat and rubbing the fur smooth with his elbow. "But woodchucks
+are not perfect, any more than men are, so you'll have to take us as you
+find us. And now I'll call my family, and exhibit you to them. The
+children, especially, will enjoy seeing the wild human girl I've had the
+luck to capture."
+
+"Wild!" she cried, indignantly.
+
+"If you're not wild now, you will be before you wake up," he said.
+
+
+
+Chapter IV
+Mrs. Woodchuck and Her Family
+
+BUT Mister Woodchuck had no need to call his family, for just as he
+spoke a chatter of voices was heard and Mrs. Woodchuck came walking down
+a path of the garden with several young woodchucks following after her.
+
+The lady animal was very fussily dressed, with puffs and ruffles and
+laces all over her silk gown, and perched upon her head was a broad
+white hat with long ostrich plumes. She was exceedingly fat, even for a
+woodchuck, and her head fitted close to her body, without any neck
+whatever to separate them. Although it was shady in the garden, she held
+a lace parasol over her head, and her walk was so mincing and airy that
+Twinkle almost laughed in her face.
+
+The young woodchucks were of several sizes and kinds. One little
+woodchuck girl rolled before her a doll's baby-cab, in which lay a
+woodchuck doll made of cloth, in quite a perfect imitation of a real
+woodchuck. It was stuffed with something soft to make it round and fat,
+and its eyes were two glass beads sewn upon the face. A big boy
+woodchuck wore knickerbockers and a Tam o' Shanter cap and rolled a
+hoop; and there were several smaller boy and girl woodchucks, dressed
+quite as absurdly, who followed after their mother in a long train.
+
+"My dear," said Mister Woodchuck to his wife, "here is a human creature
+that I captured just outside our front door."
+
+"Huh!" sneered the lady woodchuck, looking at Twinkle in a very haughty
+way; "why will you bring such an animal into our garden, Leander? It
+makes me shiver just to look at the horrid thing!"
+
+"Oh, mommer!" yelled one of the children, "see how skinny the beast is!"
+
+"Hasn't any hair on its face at all," said another, "or on its paws!"
+
+"And no sign of a tail!" cried the little woodchuck girl with the doll.
+
+"Yes, it's a very strange and remarkable creature," said the mother.
+"Don't touch it, my precious darlings. It might bite."
+
+"You needn't worry," said Twinkle, rather provoked at these speeches. "I
+wouldn't bite a dirty, greasy woodchuck on any account!"
+
+"Whoo! did you hear what she called us, mommer? She says we're greasy
+and dirty!" shouted the children, and some of them grabbed pebbles from
+the path in their paws, as if to throw them at Twinkle.
+
+"Tut, tut! don't be cruel," said Mister Woodchuck. "Remember the poor
+creature is a prisoner, and isn't used to good society; and besides
+that, she's dreaming."
+
+"Really?" exclaimed Mrs. Woodchuck, looking at the girl curiously.
+
+"To be sure," he answered. "Otherwise she wouldn't see us dressed in
+such fancy clothes, nor would we be bigger than she is. The whole thing
+is unnatural, my dear, as you must admit."
+
+"But _we_'re not dreaming; are we, Daddy?" anxiously asked the boy with
+the hoop.
+
+"Certainly not," Mister Woodchuck answered; "so this is a fine
+opportunity for you to study one of those human animals who have always
+been our worst enemies. You will notice they are very curiously made.
+Aside from their lack of hair in any place except the top of the head,
+their paws are formed in a strange manner. Those long slits in them make
+what are called fingers, and their claws are flat and dull--not at all
+sharp and strong like ours."
+
+"I think the beast is ugly," said Mrs. Woodchuck. "It would give me the
+shivers to touch its skinny flesh."
+
+"I'm glad of that," said Twinkle, indignantly. "You wouldn't have _all_
+the shivers, I can tell you! And you're a disagreeable, ign'rant
+creature! If you had any manners at all, you'd treat strangers more
+politely."
+
+"Just listen to the thing!" said Mrs. Woodchuck, in a horrified tone.
+"Isn't it wild, though!"
+
+
+
+Chapter V
+Mr. Woodchuck Argues the Question
+
+"REALLY," Mister Woodchuck said to his wife, "you should be more
+considerate of the little human's feelings. She is quite intelligent and
+tame, for one of her kind, and has a tender heart, I am sure."
+
+"I don't see anything intelligent about her," said the girl woodchuck.
+
+"I guess I've been to school as much as you have," said Twinkle.
+
+"School! Why, what's that?"
+
+"Don't you know what school is?" cried Twinkle, much amused.
+
+"We don't have school here," said Mister Woodchuck, as if proud of the
+fact.
+
+"Don't you know any geography?" asked the child.
+
+"We haven't any use for it," said Mister Woodchuck; "for we never get
+far from home, and don't care a rap what state bounds Florida on the
+south. We don't travel much, and studying geography would be time
+wasted."
+
+"But don't you study arithmetic?" she asked; "don't you know how to do
+sums?"
+
+"Why should we?" he returned. "The thing that bothers you humans most,
+and that's money, is not used by us woodchucks. So we don't need to
+figure and do sums."
+
+"I don't see how you get along without money," said Twinkle,
+wonderingly. "You must have to buy all your fine clothes."
+
+"You know very well that woodchucks don't wear clothes, under ordinary
+circumstances," Mister Woodchuck replied. "It's only because you are
+dreaming that you see us dressed in this way."
+
+"Perhaps that's true," said Twinkle. "But don't talk to me about not
+being intelligent, or not knowing things. If you haven't any schools
+it's certain I know more than your whole family put together!"
+
+"About some things, perhaps," acknowledged Mister Woodchuck. "But tell
+me: do you know which kind of red clover is the best to eat?"
+
+"No," she said.
+
+"Or how to dig a hole in the ground to live in, with different rooms and
+passages, so that it slants up hill and the rain won't come in and drown
+you?"
+
+"No," said Twinkle.
+
+"And could you tell, on the second day of February (which is woodchuck
+day, you know), whether it's going to be warm weather, or cold, during
+the next six weeks?"
+
+"I don't believe I could," replied the girl.
+
+"Then," said Mister Woodchuck, "there are some things that we know that
+you don't; and although a woodchuck might not be of much account in one
+of your schoolrooms, you must forgive me for saying that I think you'd
+make a mighty poor woodchuck."
+
+"I think so, too!" said Twinkle, laughing.
+
+"And now, little human," he resumed, after looking at his watch, "it's
+nearly time for you to wake up; so if we intend to punish you for all
+the misery your people has inflicted on the woodchucks, we won't have a
+minute to spare."
+
+"Don't be in a hurry," said Twinkle. "I can wait."
+
+"She's trying to get out of it," exclaimed Mrs. Woodchuck, scornfully.
+"Don't you let her, Leander."
+
+"Certainly not, my dear," he replied; "but I haven't decided how to
+punish her."
+
+"Take her to Judge Stoneyheart," said Mrs. Woodchuck. "He will know what
+to do with her."
+
+
+
+Chapter VI
+Twinkle is Taken to the Judge
+
+AT this the woodchuck children all hooted with joy, crying: "Take her,
+Daddy! Take her to old Stoneyheart! Oh, my! won't he give it to her,
+though!"
+
+"Who is Judge Stoneyheart?" asked Twinkle, a little uneasily.
+
+"A highly respected and aged woodchuck who is cousin to my wife's
+grandfather," was the reply. "We consider him the wisest and most
+intelligent of our race; but, while he is very just in all things, the
+judge never shows any mercy to evil-doers."
+
+"I haven't done anything wrong," said the girl.
+
+"But your father has, and much wrong is done us by the other farmers
+around here. They fight my people without mercy, and kill every
+woodchuck they can possibly catch."
+
+Twinkle was silent, for she knew this to be true.
+
+"For my part," continued Mister Woodchuck, "I'm very soft-hearted, and
+wouldn't even step on an ant if I could help it. Also I am sure you have
+a kind disposition. But you are a human, and I am a woodchuck; so I
+think I will take you to old Stoneyheart and let him decide your fate."
+
+"Hooray!" yelled the young woodchucks, and away they ran through the
+paths of the garden, followed slowly by their fat mother, who held the
+lace parasol over her head as if she feared she would be sunstruck.
+
+Twinkle was glad to see them go. She didn't care much for the woodchuck
+children, they were so wild and ill-mannered, and their mother was even
+more disagreeable than they were. As for Mister Woodchuck, she did not
+object to him so much; in fact, she rather liked to talk to him, for his
+words were polite and his eyes pleasant and kindly.
+
+"Now, my dear," he said, "as we are about to leave this garden, where
+you have been quite secure, I must try to prevent your running away when
+we are outside the wall. I hope it won't hurt your feelings to become a
+real prisoner for a few minutes."
+
+Then Mister Woodchuck drew from his pocket a leather collar, very much
+like a dog-collar, Twinkle thought, and proceeded to buckle it around
+the girl's neck. To the collar was attached a fine chain about six feet
+long, and the other end of the chain Mister Woodchuck held in his hand.
+
+"Now, then," said he, "please come along quietly, and don't make a
+fuss."
+
+He led her to the end of the garden and opened a wooden gate in the
+wall, through which they passed. Outside the garden the ground was
+nothing but hard, baked earth, without any grass or other green thing
+growing upon it, or any tree or shrub to shade it from the hot sun. And
+not far away stood a round mound, also of baked earth, which Twinkle at
+once decided to be a house, because it had a door and some windows in
+it.
+
+There was no living thing in sight--not even a woodchuck--and Twinkle
+didn't care much for the baked-clay scenery.
+
+Mister Woodchuck, holding fast to the chain, led his prisoner across the
+barren space to the round mound, where he paused to rap softly upon the
+door.
+
+
+
+Chapter VII
+Twinkle is Condemned
+
+"COME in!" called a voice.
+
+Mister Woodchuck pushed open the door and entered, drawing Tinkle after
+him by the chain.
+
+In the middle of the room sat a woodchuck whose hair was grizzled with
+old age. He wore big spectacles upon his nose, and a round knitted cap,
+with a tassel dangling from the top, upon his head. His only garment was
+an old and faded dressing-gown.
+
+When they entered, the old woodchuck was busy playing a game with a
+number of baked-clay dominoes, which he shuffled and arranged upon a
+baked-mud table; nor did he look up for a long time, but continued to
+match the dominoes and to study their arrangement with intense interest.
+
+Finally, however, he finished the game, and then he raised his head and
+looked sharply at his visitors.
+
+"Good afternoon, Judge," said Mister Woodchuck, taking off his silk hat
+and bowing respectfully.
+
+The judge did not answer him, but continued to stare at Twinkle.
+
+"I have called to ask your advice," continued Mister Woodchuck. "By good
+chance I have been able to capture one of those fierce humans that are
+the greatest enemies of peaceful woodchucks."
+
+The judge nodded his gray head wisely, but still answered nothing.
+
+"But now that I've captured the creature, I don't know what to do with
+her," went on Mister Woodchuck; "although I believe, of course, she
+should be punished in some way, and made to feel as unhappy as her
+people have made us feel. Yet I realize that it's a dreadful thing to
+hurt any living creature, and as far as I'm concerned I'm quite willing
+to forgive her." With these words he wiped his face with a red silk
+handkerchief, as if really distressed.
+
+"She's dreaming," said the judge, in a sharp, quick voice.
+
+"Am I?" asked Twinkle.
+
+"Of course. You were probably lying on the wrong side when you went to
+sleep."
+
+"Oh!" she said. "I wondered what made it."
+
+"Very disagreeable dream, isn't it?" continued the judge.
+
+"Not so very," she answered. "It's interesting to see and hear
+woodchucks in their own homes, and Mister Woodchuck has shown me how
+cruel it is for us to set traps for you."
+
+"Good!" said the judge. "But some dreams are easily forgotten, so I'll
+teach you a lesson you'll be likely to remember. You shall be caught in
+a trap yourself."
+
+"Me!" cried Twinkle, in dismay.
+
+"Yes, you. When you find how dreadfully it hurts you'll bear the traps
+in mind forever afterward. People don't remember dreams unless the
+dreams are unusually horrible. But I guess you'll remember this one."
+
+He got up and opened a mud cupboard, from which he took a big steel
+trap. Twinkle could see that it was just like the trap papa had set to
+catch the woodchucks, only it seemed much bigger and stronger.
+
+The judge got a mallet and with it pounded a stake into the mud floor.
+Then he fastened the chain of the trap to the stake, and afterward
+opened the iron jaws of the cruel-looking thing and set them with a
+lever, so that the slightest touch would spring the trap and make the
+strong jaws snap together.
+
+"Now, little girl," said he, "you must step in the trap and get caught."
+
+"Why, it would break my leg!" cried Twinkle.
+
+"Did your father care whether a woodchuck got its leg broken or not?"
+asked the judge.
+
+"No," she answered, beginning to be greatly frightened.
+
+"Step!" cried the judge, sternly.
+
+"It will hurt awfully," said Mister Woodchuck; "but that can't be
+helped. Traps are cruel things, at the best."
+
+Twinkle was now trembling with nervousness and fear.
+
+"Step!" called the judge, again.
+
+"Dear me!" said Mister Woodchuck, just then, as he looked earnestly into
+Twinkle's face, "I believe she's going to wake up!"
+
+"That's too bad," said the judge.
+
+"No, I'm glad of it," replied Mister Woodchuck.
+
+And just then the girl gave a start and opened her eyes.
+
+She was lying in the clover, and before her was the opening of the
+woodchuck's hole, with the trap still set before it.
+
+
+
+Chapter VIII
+Twinkle Remembers
+
+"PAPA," said Twinkle, when supper was over and she was nestled snugly in
+his lap, "I wish you wouldn't set any more traps for the woodchucks."
+
+"Why not, my darling?" he asked in surprise.
+
+"They're cruel," she answered. "It must hurt the poor animals dreadfully
+to be caught in them."
+
+"I suppose it does," said her father, thoughtfully. "But if I don't trap
+the woodchucks they eat our clover and vegetables."
+
+"Never mind that," said Twinkle, earnestly. "Let's divide with them. God
+made the woodchucks, you know, just as He made us, and they can't plant
+and grow things as we do; so they have to take what they can get, or
+starve to death. And surely, papa, there's enough to eat in this big and
+beautiful world, for all of God's creatures."
+
+Papa whistled softly, although his face was grave; and then he bent down
+and kissed his little girl's forehead.
+
+"I won't set any more traps, dear," he said.
+
+And that evening, after Twinkle had been tucked snugly away in bed, her
+father walked slowly through the sweet-smelling fields to the
+woodchuck's hole; there lay the trap, showing plainly in the bright
+moonlight. He picked it up and carried it back to the barn. It was never
+used again.
+
+
+THE END
+
+
+
+BANDIT JIM CROW
+
+
+
+BANDIT JIM CROW
+
+
+
+List of Chapters
+
+                                               PAGE
+I     Jim Crow Becomes a Pet.....................73
+II    Jim Crow Runs Away.........................81
+III   Jim Crow Finds a New Home..................86
+IV    Jim Crow Becomes a Robber..................97
+V     Jim Crow Meets Policeman Blue Jay.........105
+VI    Jim Crow Fools the Policeman..............113
+VII   Jim Crow is Punished......................121
+VIII  Jim Crow has Time to Repent His Sins......129
+
+
+
+Chapter I
+Jim Crow Becomes a Pet
+
+ONE day, when Twinkle's father was in the corn-field, he shot his gun at
+a flock of crows that were busy digging up, with their long bills, the
+kernels of corn he had planted. But Twinkle's father didn't aim very
+straight, for the birds screamed at the bang of the gun and quickly flew
+away--all except one young crow that fluttered its wings, but couldn't
+rise into the air, and so began to run along the ground in an effort to
+escape.
+
+The man chased the young crow, and caught it; and then he found that one
+of the little lead bullets had broken the right wing, although the bird
+seemed not to be hurt in any other way.
+
+It struggled hard, and tried to peck the hands that held it; but it was
+too young to hurt any one, so Twinkle's father decided he would carry it
+home to his little girl.
+
+"Here's a pet for you, Twinkle," he said, as he came into the house. "It
+can't fly, because its wing is broken; but don't let it get too near
+your eyes, or it may peck at them. It's very wild and fierce, you know."
+
+Twinkle was delighted with her pet, and at once got her mother to
+bandage the broken wing, so that it would heal quickly.
+
+The crow had jet black feathers, but there was a pretty purplish and
+violet gloss, or sheen, on its back and wings, and its eyes were bright
+and had a knowing look in them. They were hazel-brown in color, and the
+bird had a queer way of turning his head on one side to look at Twinkle
+with his right eye, and then twisting it the other side that he might
+see her with his left eye. She often wondered if she looked the same to
+both eyes, or if each one made her seem different.
+
+She named her pet "Jim Crow" because papa said that all crows were
+called Jim, although he never could find out the reason. But the name
+seemed to fit her pet as well as any, so Twinkle never bothered about
+the reason.
+
+Having no cage to keep him in, and fearing he would run away, the girl
+tied a strong cord around one of Jim Crow's legs, and the other end of
+the cord she fastened to the round of a chair--or to the table-leg--when
+they were in the house. The crow would run all around, as far as the
+string would let him go; but he couldn't get away. And when they went
+out of doors Twinkle held the end of the cord in her hand, as one leads
+a dog, and Jim Crow would run along in front of her, and then stop and
+wait. And when she came near he'd run on again, screaming "Caw! Caw!" at
+the top of his shrill little voice.
+
+He soon came to know he belonged to Twinkle, and would often lie in her
+lap or perch upon her shoulder. And whenever she entered the room where
+he was he would say, "Caw--caw!" to her, in pleading tones, until she
+picked him up or took some notice of him.
+
+It was wonderful how quickly a bird that had always lived wild and free
+seemed to become tame and gentle. Twinkle's father said that was because
+he was so young, and because his broken wing kept him from flying in the
+air and rejoining his fellows. But Jim Crow wasn't as tame as he seemed,
+and he had a very wicked and ungrateful disposition, as you will
+presently learn.
+
+For a few weeks, however, he was as nice a pet as any little girl could
+wish for. He got into mischief occasionally, and caused mamma some
+annoyance when he waded into a pan of milk or jumped upon the dinner
+table and ate up papa's pumpkin pie before Twinkle could stop him. But
+all pets are more or less trouble, at times, so Jim Crow escaped with a
+few severe scoldings from mamma, which never seemed to worry him in the
+least or make him a bit unhappy.
+
+
+
+Chapter II
+Jim Crow Runs Away
+
+AT last Jim got so tame that Twinkle took the cord off his leg and let
+him go free, wherever he pleased. So he wandered all over the house and
+out into the yard, where he chased the ducks and bothered the pigs and
+made himself generally disliked. He had a way of perching upon the back
+of old Tom, papa's favorite horse, and chattering away in Tom's ear
+until the horse plunged and pranced in his stall to get rid of his
+unwelcome visitor.
+
+Twinkle always kept the bandage on the wounded wing, for she didn't know
+whether it was well yet, or not, and she thought it was better to be on
+the safe side. But the truth was, that Jim Crow's wing had healed long
+ago, and was now as strong as ever; and, as the weeks passed by, and he
+grew big and fat, a great longing came into his wild heart to fly again--
+far, far up into the air and away to the lands where there were forests
+of trees and brooks of running water.
+
+He didn't ever expect to rejoin his family again. They were far enough
+away by this time. And he didn't care much to associate with other
+crows. All he wanted was to be free, and do exactly as he pleased, and
+not have some one cuffing him a dozen times a day because he was doing
+wrong.
+
+So one morning, before Twinkle was up, or even awake, Jim Crow pecked at
+the bandage on his wing until he got the end unfastened, and then it
+wasn't long before the entire strip of cloth was loosened and fell to
+the ground.
+
+Now Jim fluttered his feathers, and pruned them with his long bill where
+they had been pressed together, and presently he knew that the wing
+which had been injured was exactly as strong and well as the other one.
+He could fly away whenever he pleased.
+
+The crow had been well fed by Twinkle and her mamma, and was in splendid
+health. But he was not at all grateful. With the knowledge of his
+freedom a fierce, cruel joy crept into his heart, and he resumed the
+wild nature that crows are born with and never lay aside as long as they
+live.
+
+Having forgotten in an instant that he had ever been tame, and the pet
+of a gentle little girl, Jim Crow had no thought of saying good-bye to
+Twinkle. Instead, he decided he would do something that would make these
+foolish humans remember him for a long time. So he dashed into a group
+of young chickens that had only been hatched a day or two before, and
+killed seven of them with his strong, curved claws and his wicked black
+beak. When the mother hen flew at him he pecked at her eyes; and then,
+screaming a defiance to all the world, Jim Crow flew into the air and
+sailed away to a new life in another part of the world.
+
+
+
+Chapter III
+Jim Crow Finds a New Home
+
+I'LL not try to tell you of all the awful things this bad crow did
+during the next few days, on his long journey toward the South.
+
+Twinkle almost cried when she found her pet gone; and she really did cry
+when she saw the poor murdered chickens. But mamma said she was very
+glad to have Jim Crow run away, and papa scowled angrily and declared he
+was sorry he had not killed the cruel bird when he shot at it in the
+corn-field.
+
+In the mean time the runaway crow flew through the country, and when he
+was hungry he would stop at a farm-house and rob a hen's nest and eat
+the eggs. It was his knowledge of farm-houses that made him so bold; but
+the farmers shot at the thieving bird once or twice, and this frightened
+Jim Crow so badly that he decided to keep away from the farms and find a
+living in some less dangerous way.
+
+And one day he came to a fine forest, where there were big and little
+trees of all kinds, with several streams of water running through the
+woods.
+
+"Here," said Jim Crow, "I will make my home; for surely this is the
+finest place I am ever likely to find."
+
+There were plenty of birds in this forest, for Jim could hear them
+singing and twittering everywhere among the trees; and their nests hung
+suspended from branches, or nestled in a fork made by two limbs, in
+almost every direction he might look. And the birds were of many kinds,
+too: robins, thrushes, bullfinches, mocking-birds, wrens, yellowtails
+and skylarks. Even tiny humming-birds fluttered around the wild
+flowers that grew in the glades; and in the waters of the brooks waded
+long-legged herons, while kingfishers sat upon overhanging branches and
+waited patiently to seize any careless fish that might swim too near
+them. Jim Crow decided this must be a real paradise for birds, because
+it was far away from the houses of men. So he made up his mind to get
+acquainted with the inhabitants of the forest as soon as possible, and
+let them know who he was, and that he must be treated with proper
+respect.
+
+In a big fir-tree, whose branches reached nearly to the ground, he saw a
+large gathering of the birds, who sat chattering and gossiping
+pleasantly together. So he flew down and joined them.
+
+"Good morning, folks," he said; and his voice sounded to them like a
+harsh croak, because it had become much deeper in tone since he had
+grown to his full size.
+
+The birds looked at him curiously, and one or two fluttered their wings
+in a timid and nervous way; but none of them, little or big, thought
+best to make any reply.
+
+"Well," said Jim Crow, gruffly, "what's the matter with you fellows?
+Haven't you got tongues? You seemed to talk fast enough a minute ago."
+
+"Excuse me," replied a bullfinch, in a dignified voice; "we haven't the
+honor of your acquaintance. You are a stranger."
+
+"My name's Jim Crow," he answered, "and I won't be a stranger long,
+because I'm going to live here."
+
+They all looked grave at this speech, and a little thrush hopped from
+one branch to another, and remarked:
+
+"We haven't any crows here at all. If you want to find your own folks
+you must go to some other place."
+
+"What do I care about my own folks?" asked Jim, with a laugh that made
+the little thrush shudder. "I prefer to live alone."
+
+"Haven't you a mate?" asked a robin, speaking in a very polite tone.
+
+"No; and I don't want any," said Jim Crow. "I'm going to live all by
+myself. There's plenty of room in this forest, I guess."
+
+"Certainly," replied the bullfinch. "There is plenty of room for you here
+if you behave yourself and obey the laws."
+
+"Who's going to make me?" he asked, angrily.
+
+"Any decent person, even if he's a crow, is bound to respect the law,"
+answered the bullfinch, calmly.
+
+Jim Crow was a little ashamed, for he didn't wish to acknowledge he
+wasn't decent. So he said:
+
+"What are your laws?"
+
+"The same as those in all other forests. You must respect the nests and
+the property of all other birds, and not interfere with them when
+they're hunting for food. And you must warn your fellow-birds whenever
+there is danger, and assist them to protect their young from prowling
+beasts. If you obey these laws, and do not steal from or interfere with
+your neighbors, you have a right to a nest in our forest."
+
+"To be quite frank with you, though," said the robin, "we prefer your
+room to your company."
+
+"I'm going to stay," said the crow. "I guess I'm as good as the rest of
+you; so you fellows just mind your own business and I'll mind mine."
+
+With these words he left them, and when he had mounted to a position
+above the trees he saw that one tall, slim pine was higher than all the
+rest, and that at its very top was a big deserted nest.
+
+
+
+Chapter IV
+Jim Crow Becomes a Robber
+
+IT looked like a crow's nest to Jim, so he flew toward the pine tree and
+lit upon a branch close by. One glance told him that at some time it
+really must have been the home of birds of his kind, who for some reason
+had abandoned it long ago. The nest was large and bulky, being made of
+strong sticks woven together with fine roots and grasses. It was rough
+outside, but smooth inside, and when Jim Crow had kicked out the dead
+leaves and twigs that had fallen into it, he decided it was nearly as
+good as new, and plenty good enough for a solitary crow like him to live
+in. So with his bill he made a mark on the nest, that every bird might
+know it belonged to him, and felt that at last he had found a home.
+
+During the next few days he made several attempts to get acquainted with
+the other birds, but they were cold and distant, though very polite to
+him; and none of them seemed to care for his society.
+
+No bird ever came near his nest, but he often flew down to the lower
+trees and perched upon one or another of them, so gradually the birds of
+the forest got used to seeing him around, and paid very little attention
+to his actions.
+
+One day Mrs. Wren missed two brown eggs from her nest, and her little
+heart was nearly broken with grief. It took the mocking bird and the
+bullfinch a whole afternoon to comfort her, while Mr. Wren hopped around
+in nearly as much distress as his wife. No animals had been seen in the
+forest who would do this evil thing, so no one could imagine who the
+thief might be.
+
+Such an outrage was almost unknown in this pleasant forest, and it made
+all the birds nervous and fearful. A few days later a still greater
+horror came upon them, for the helpless young children of Mrs. Linnet
+were seized one morning from their nest, while their parents were absent
+in search of food, and were carried away bodily. Mr. Linnet declared
+that on his way back to his nest he had seen a big black monster leaving
+it, but had been too frightened to notice just what the creature looked
+like. But the lark, who had been up very early that morning, stated that
+he had seen no one near that part of the forest except Jim Crow, who had
+flown swiftly to his nest in the tall pine-tree.
+
+This was enough to make all the birds look upon Jim Crow with grave
+suspicion, and Robin Redbreast called a secret meeting of all the birds
+to discuss the question and decide what must be done to preserve their
+nests from the robber. Jim Crow was so much bigger and fiercer than any
+of the others that none dared accuse him openly or venture to quarrel
+with him; but they had a good friend living not far away who was not
+afraid of Jim Crow or any one else, so they finally decided to send for
+him and ask his assistance.
+
+The starling undertook to be the messenger, and as soon as the meeting
+was over he flew away upon his errand.
+
+"What were all you folks talking about?" asked the crow, flying down and
+alighting upon a limb near to those who had not yet left the place of
+meeting.
+
+"We were talking about you," said the thrush, boldly; "and you wouldn't
+care at all to know what we said, Mister Jim Crow."
+
+Jim looked a trifle guilty and ashamed at hearing this, but knowing they
+were all afraid of him he burst out into a rude laugh.
+
+"Caw! caw! caw!" he chuckled hoarsely; "what do I care what you say
+about me? But don't you get saucy, my pretty thrush, or your friends
+will miss you some fine morning, and never see you again."
+
+This awful threat made them all silent, for they remembered the fate of
+poor Mrs. Linnet's children, and very few of the birds now had any doubt
+but that Jim Crow knew more about the death of those helpless little
+ones than he cared to tell.
+
+Finding they would not talk with him, the crow flew back to his tree,
+where he sat sullenly perched upon a branch near his nest. And they were
+very glad to get rid of him so easily.
+
+
+
+Chapter V
+Jim Crow Meets Policeman Blue Jay
+
+NEXT morning Jim Crow woke up hungry, and as he sat lazily in his big
+nest, he remembered that he had seen four pretty brown eggs, speckled
+with white, in the nest of the oriole that lived at the edge of the
+forest.
+
+"Those eggs will taste very good for breakfast," he thought. "I'll go at
+once and get them; and if old Mammy Oriole makes a fuss, I'll eat her,
+too."
+
+He hopped out of his nest and on to a branch, and the first thing his
+sharp eye saw was a big and strange bird sitting upon the tree just
+opposite him and looking steadily in his direction.
+
+Never having lived among other birds until now, the crow did not know
+what kind of bird this was, but as he faced the new-comer he had a sort
+of shiver in his heart that warned him to beware an enemy. Indeed, it
+was none other than the Blue Jay that had appeared so suddenly, and he
+had arrived that morning because the starling had told him of the thefts
+that had taken place, and the Blue Jay is well known as the policeman of
+the forest and a terror to all evil-doers.
+
+In size he was nearly as big as Jim Crow himself, and he had a large
+crest of feathers on the top of his head that made him look even more
+fierce--especially when he ruffled them up. His body was purplish blue
+color on the back and purplish gray below, and there was a collar of
+black feathers running all around his neck. But his wings and tail were
+a beautiful rich blue, as delightful in color as the sky on a fine May
+morning; so in personal appearance Policeman Blue Jay was much handsomer
+than Jim Crow. But it was the sharp, stout beak that most alarmed the
+crow, and had Jim been wiser he would have known that before him was the
+most deadly foe of his race, and that the greatest pleasure a Blue Jay
+finds in life is to fight with and punish a crow.
+
+But Jim was not very wise; and so he imagined, after his first terror
+had passed away, that he could bully this bird as he had the others, and
+make it fear him.
+
+"Well, what are you doing here?" he called out, in his crossest voice,
+for he was anxious to get away and rob the oriole's nest.
+
+The Blue Jay gave a scornful, chattering laugh as he answered:
+
+"That's none of your business, Jim Crow."
+
+"Take care!" warned the crow; "you'll be sorry if you don't treat me
+with proper respect."
+
+The Blue Jay winked solemnly, in a way that would have been very comical
+to any observer other than the angry crow.
+
+"Don't hurt me--please don't!" he said, fluttering on the branch as if
+greatly frightened. "My mother would feel dreadful bad if anything
+happened to me."
+
+"Well, then, behave yourself," returned the crow, strutting proudly
+along a limb and flopping his broad wings in an impressive manner. For
+he was foolish enough to think he had made the other afraid.
+
+But no sooner had he taken flight and soared into the air than the Blue
+Jay darted at him like an arrow from a bow, and before Jim Crow could
+turn to defend himself the bill of his enemy struck him full in the
+breast. Then, with a shriek of shrill laughter, the policeman darted
+away and disappeared in the forest, leaving the crow to whirl around in
+the air once or twice and then sink slowly down, with some of his own
+torn feathers floating near him as witnesses to his defeat.
+
+The attack had dazed and astonished him beyond measure; but he found he
+was not much hurt, after all. Crows are tougher than most birds. Jim
+managed to reach one of the brooks, where he bathed his breast in the
+cool water, and soon he felt much refreshed and more like his old self
+again.
+
+But he decided not to go to the oriole's nest that morning, but to
+search for grabs and beetles amongst the mosses beneath the oak-trees.
+
+
+
+Chapter VI
+Jim Crow Fools the Policeman
+
+FROM that time on Policeman Blue Jay made his home in the forest,
+keeping a sharp eye upon the actions of Jim Crow. And one day he flew
+away to the southward and returned with Mrs. Blue Jay, who was even more
+beautiful than her mate. Together they built a fine nest in a tree that
+stood near to the crow's tall pine, and soon after they had settled down
+to housekeeping Mrs. Blue Jay began to lay eggs of a pretty brown color
+mottled with darker brown specks.
+
+Had Jim Crow known what was best for him he would have flown away from
+this forest and found himself a new home. Within a short flight were
+many bits of woodland where a crow might get a good living and not be
+bothered by blue jays. But Jim was obstinate and foolish, and had made
+up his mind that he never would again be happy until he had been
+revenged upon his enemy.
+
+He dared no longer rob the nests so boldly as he had before, so he
+became sly and cunning. He soon found out that the Blue Jay could not
+fly as high as he could, nor as fast; so, if he kept a sharp lookout for
+the approach of his foe, he had no trouble in escaping. But if he went
+near to the nests of the smaller birds, there was the blue policeman
+standing guard, and ready and anxious to fight at a moment's notice. It
+was really no place for a robber at all, unless the robber was clever.
+
+One day Jim Crow discovered a chalkpit among the rocks at the north of
+the forest, just beyond the edge of trees. The chalk was soft and in
+some places crumbled to a fine powder, so that when he had rolled
+himself for a few minutes in the dust all his feathers became as white
+as snow. This fact gave to Jim Crow a bright idea. No longer black, but
+white as a dove, he flew away to the forest and passed right by
+Policeman Blue Jay, who only noticed that a big white bird had flown
+amongst the trees, and did not suspect it was the thieving crow in a
+clever disguise.
+
+Jim found a robin's nest that was not protected, both the robin and his
+wife being away in search of food. So he ate up the eggs and kicked the
+nest to pieces and then flew away again, passing the Blue Jay a second
+time all unnoticed.
+
+When he reached a brook he washed all the chalk away from his feathers
+and then returned to his nest as black as ever.
+
+All the birds were angry and dismayed when they found what had happened,
+but none could imagine who had robbed the robins. Mrs. Robin, who was
+not easily discouraged, built another nest and laid more eggs in it; but
+the next day a second nest in the forest was robbed, and then another
+and another, until the birds complained that Policeman Blue Jay did not
+protect them at all.
+
+"I can't understand it in the least," said the policeman, "for I have
+watched carefully, and I know Jim Crow has never dared to come near to
+your trees."
+
+"Then some one else is the robber," declared the thrush fussily.
+
+"The only stranger I have noticed around here is a big white bird,"
+replied the Blue Jay, "and white birds never rob nests or eat eggs, as
+you all know very well."
+
+So they were no nearer the truth than before, and the thefts continued;
+for each day Jim Crow would make himself white in the chalk-pit, fly
+into the forest and destroy the precious eggs of some innocent little
+bird, and afterward wash himself in some far-away brook, and return to
+his nest chuckling with glee to think he had fooled the Blue Jay so
+nicely.
+
+But the Blue Jay, although stupid and unsuspecting at first, presently
+began to get a little wisdom. He remembered that all this trouble had
+commenced when the strange white bird first arrived in the forest; and
+although it was doubtless true that white birds never eat eggs and have
+honest reputations, he decided to watch this stranger and make sure that
+it was innocent of the frightful crimes that had so aroused the dwellers
+in the forest.
+
+
+
+Chapter VII
+Jim Crow is Punished
+
+SO one day Policeman Blue Jay hid himself in some thick bushes until he
+saw the big white bird fly by, and then he followed quietly after it,
+flitting from tree to tree and keeping out of sight as much as possible,
+until at last he saw the white bird alight near a bullfinch's nest and
+eat up all the eggs it contained.
+
+Then, ruffling his crest angrily, Policeman Blue Jay flew to attack the
+big white robber, and was astonished to find he could not catch it. For
+the white bird flew higher into the air than he could, and also flew
+much faster, so that it soon escaped and passed out of sight.
+
+"It must be a white crow," thought the Blue Jay; "for only a crow can
+beat me at flying, and some of that race are said to be white, although
+I have never seen one."
+
+So he called together all the birds, and told them what he had seen, and
+they all agreed to hide themselves the next day and lie in wait for the
+thief.
+
+By this time Jim Crow thought himself perfectly safe, and success had
+made him as bold as he was wicked. Therefore he suspected nothing when,
+after rolling himself in the chalk, he flew down the next day into the
+forest to feast upon birds' eggs. He soon came to a pretty nest, and was
+just about to rob it, when a chorus of shrill cries arose on every side
+of him and hundreds, of birds--so many that they quite filled the air--
+flew straight at the white one, pecking him with their bills and
+striking him with their wings; for anger had made even the most timid of
+the little birds fierce, and there were so many of them that they gave
+each other courage.
+
+Jim Crow tried to escape, but whichever way he might fly his foes
+clustered all around him, getting in his way so that he could not use
+his big wings properly. And all the time they were pecking at him and
+fighting him as hard as they could. Also, the chalk was brushed from his
+feathers, by degrees, and soon the birds were able to recognize their
+old enemy the crow, and then, indeed, they became more furious than
+ever.
+
+Policeman Blue Jay was especially angry at the deception practiced upon
+him, and if he could have got at the crow just then he would have killed
+it instantly. But the little birds were all in his way, so he was forced
+to hold aloof.
+
+Filled with terror and smarting with pain, Jim Crow had only one
+thought: to get to the shelter of his nest in the pine-tree. In some way
+he managed to do this, and to sink exhausted into the hollow of his
+nest. But many of his enemies followed him, and although the thick
+feathers of his back and wings protected his body, Jim's head and eyes
+were at the mercy of the sharp bills of the vengeful birds.
+
+When at last they left him, thinking he had been sufficiently punished,
+Jim Crow was as nearly dead as a bird could be. But crows are tough, and
+this one was unlucky enough to remain alive. For when his wounds had
+healed he had become totally blind, and day after day he sat in his
+nest, helpless and alone, and dared not leave it.
+
+
+
+Chapter VIII
+Jim Crow Has Time to Repent His Sins
+
+"WHERE are you going, my dear?" asked the Blue Jay of his wife.
+
+"I'm going to carry some grubs to Jim Crow," she answered. "I'll be back
+in a minute."
+
+"Jim Crow is a robber and a murderer!" said the policeman, harshly.
+
+"I know," she replied, in a sweet voice; "but he is blind."
+
+"Well, fly along," said her husband; "but hurry back again."
+
+And the robin-redbreast and his wife filled a cup-shaped flower with
+water from the brook, and then carried it in their bills to the
+pine-tree, without spilling a drop.
+
+"Where are you going?" asked the oriole, as they passed.
+
+"We're just taking some water to Jim Crow," replied Mrs. Robin.
+
+"He's a thief and a scoundrel!" cried the oriole, indignantly.
+
+"That is true." said Mrs. Robin, in a soft, pitiful voice; "but he is
+blind."
+
+"Let me help you." exclaimed the oriole. "I'll carry this side of the
+cup, so it can't tip."
+
+So Jim Crow, blind and helpless, sat in his nest day after day and week
+after week, while the little birds he had so cruelly wronged brought him
+food and water and cared for him as generously as they could.
+
+And I wonder what his thoughts were--don't you?
+
+
+
+PRAIRIE-DOG TOWN
+
+
+
+PRARIE-DOG TOWN
+
+
+
+List of Chapters                          PAGE
+I        The Picnic...........................137
+II        Prairie-Dog Town.....................145
+III        Mr. Bowko, the Mayor.................150
+IV        Presto Digi, the Magician............158
+V        The Home of the Puff-Pudgys..........166
+VI        Teenty and Weenty....................174
+VII        The Mayor Gives a Luncheon...........181
+VIII        On Top of the Earth Again............189
+
+
+
+Chapter I
+The Picnic
+
+ON the great western prairies of Dakota is a little town called Edgeley,
+because it is on the edge of civilization--a very big word which means
+some folks have found a better way to live than other folks. The Edgeley
+people have a good way to live, for there are almost seventeen wooden
+houses there, and among them is a school-house, a church, a store and a
+blacksmith-shop. If people walked out their front doors they were upon
+the little street; if they walked out the back doors they were on the
+broad prairies. That was why Twinkle, who was a farmer's little girl,
+lived so near the town that she could easily walk to school.
+
+She was a pretty, rosy-cheeked little thing, with long, fluffy hair, and
+big round eyes that everybody smiled into when they saw them. It was
+hard to keep that fluffy hair from getting tangled; so mamma used to tie
+it in the back with a big, broad ribbon. And Twinkle wore calico slips
+for school days and gingham dresses when she wanted to "dress up" or
+look especially nice. And to keep the sun from spotting her face with
+freckles, she wore sunbonnets made of the same goods as her dresses.
+
+Twinkle's best chum was a little boy called Chubbins, who was the only
+child of the tired-faced school-teacher. Chubbins was about as old as
+Twinkle; but he wasn't so tall and slender for his age as she was, being
+short and rather fat. The hair on his little round head was cut close,
+and he usually wore a shirt-waist and "knickers," with a wide straw hat
+on the back of his head. Chubbins's face was very solemn. He never said
+many words when grown folks were around, but he could talk fast enough
+when he and Twinkle were playing together alone.
+
+Well, one Saturday the school had a picnic, and Twinkle and Chubbins
+both went. On the Dakota prairies there are no shade-trees at all, and
+very little water except what they they get by boring deep holes in the
+ground; so you may wonder where the people could possibly have a picnic.
+But about three miles from the town a little stream of water (which they
+called a "river," but we would call only a brook) ran slow and muddy
+across the prairie; and where the road crossed it a flat bridge had been
+built. If you climbed down the banks of the river you would find a nice
+shady place under the wooden bridge; and so here it was that the picnics
+were held.
+
+All the village went to the picnic, and they started bright and early in
+the morning, with horses and farm-wagons, and baskets full of good
+things to eat, and soon arrived at the bridge.
+
+There was room enough in its shade for all to be comfortable; so they
+unhitched the horses and carried the baskets to the river bank, and
+began to laugh and be as merry as they could.
+
+Twinkle and Chubbins, however, didn't care much for the shade of the
+bridge. This was a strange place to them, so they decided to explore it
+and see if it was any different from any other part of the prairie.
+Without telling anybody where they were going, they took hold of hands
+and trotted across the bridge and away into the plains on the other
+side.
+
+The ground here wasn't flat, but had long rolls to it, like big waves on
+the ocean, so that as soon as the little girl and boy had climbed over
+the top of the first wave, or hill, those by the river lost sight of
+them.
+
+They saw nothing but grass in the first hollow, but there was another
+hill just beyond, so they kept going, and climbed over that too. And now
+they found, lying in the second hollow, one of the most curious sights
+that the western prairies afford.
+
+"What is it?" asked Chubbins, wonderingly.
+
+"Why, it's a Prairie-Dog Town," said Twinkle.
+
+
+
+Chapter II
+Prarie-Dog Town
+
+LYING in every direction, and quite filling the little hollow, were
+round mounds of earth, each one having a hole in the center. The mounds
+were about two feet high and as big around as a wash-tub, and the edges
+of the holes were pounded hard and smooth by the pattering feet of the
+little creatures that lived within.
+
+"Isn't it funny!" said Chubbins, staring at the mounds.
+
+"Awful," replied Twinkle, staring too. "Do you know, Chub, there are
+an'mals living in every single one of those holes?"
+
+"What kind?" asked Chubbins.
+
+"Well, they're something like squirrels, only they _aren't_ squirrels,"
+she explained. "They're prairie-dogs."
+
+"Don't like dogs," said the boy, looking a bit uneasy.
+
+"Oh, they're not dogs at all," said Twinkle; "they're soft and fluffy,
+and gentle."
+
+"Do they bark?" he asked.
+
+"Yes; but they don't bite."
+
+"How d' you know, Twink?"
+
+"Papa has told me about them, lots of times. He says they're so shy that
+they run into their holes when anybody's around; but if you keep quiet
+and watch, they'll stick their heads out in a few minutes."
+
+"Let's watch," said Chubbins.
+
+"All right," she agreed.
+
+Very near to some of the mounds was a raised bank, covered with soft
+grass; so the children stole softly up to this bank and lay down upon
+it in such a way that their heads just stuck over the top of it,
+while their bodies were hidden from the eyes of any of the folks of
+Prairie-Dog Town.
+
+"Are you comferble, Chub?" asked the little girl.
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Then lie still and don't talk, and keep your eyes open, and perhaps the
+an'mals will stick their heads up."
+
+"All right," says Chubbins.
+
+So they kept quiet and waited, and it seemed a long time to both the boy
+and the girl before a soft, furry head popped out of a near-by hole, and
+two big, gentle brown eyes looked at them curiously.
+
+
+
+Chapter III
+Mr. Bowko, the Mayor
+
+"DEAR me!" said the prairie-dog, speaking almost in a whisper; "here are
+some of those queer humans from the village."
+
+"Let me see! Let me see!" cried two shrill little voices, and the wee
+heads of two small creatures popped out of the hole and fixed their
+bright eyes upon the heads of Twinkle and Chubbins.
+
+"Go down at once!" said the mother prairie-dog. "Do you want to get
+hurt, you naughty little things?"
+
+"Oh, they won't get hurt," said another deeper voice, and the children
+turned their eyes toward a second mound, on top of which sat a plump
+prairie-dog whose reddish fur was tipped with white on the end of each
+hair. He seemed to be quite old, or at least well along in years, and he
+had a wise and thoughtful look on his face.
+
+"They're humans," said the mother.
+
+"True enough; but they're only human children, and wouldn't hurt your
+little ones for the world," the old one said.
+
+"That's so!" called Twinkle. "All we want, is to get acquainted."
+
+"Why, in that case," replied the old prairie-dog, "you are very welcome
+in our town, and we're glad to see you."
+
+"Thank you," said Twinkle, gratefully. It didn't occur to her just then
+that it was wonderful to be talking to the little prairie-dogs just as
+if they were people. It seemed very natural they should speak with each
+other and be friendly.
+
+As if attracted by the sound of voices, little heads began to pop out of
+the other mounds--one here and one there--until the town was alive with
+the pretty creatures, all squatting near the edges of their holes and
+eyeing Chubbins and Twinkle with grave and curious looks.
+
+"Let me introduce myself," said the old one that had first proved
+friendly. "My name is Bowko, and I'm the Mayor and High Chief of
+Prairie-Dog Town."
+
+"Don't you have a king?" asked Twinkle.
+
+"Not in this town," he answered. "There seems to be no place for kings
+in this free United States. And a Mayor and High Chief is just as good
+as a king, any day."
+
+"I think so, too," answered the girl.
+
+"Better!" declared Chubbins.
+
+The Mayor smiled, as if pleased.
+
+"I see you've been properly brought up," he continued; "and now let me
+introduce to you some of my fellow-citizens. This," pointing with one
+little paw to the hole where the mother and her two children were
+sitting, "is Mrs. Puff-Pudgy and her family--Teenty and Weenty. Mr.
+Puff-Pudgy, I regret to say, was recently chased out of town for saying
+his prayers backwards."
+
+"How could he?" asked Chubbins, much surprised.
+
+"He was always contrary," answered the Mayor, with a sigh, "and wouldn't
+do things the same way that others did. His good wife, Mrs. Puff-Pudgy,
+had to scold him all day long; so we finally made him leave the town,
+and I don't know where he's gone to."
+
+"Won't he be sorry not to have his little children any more?" asked
+Twinkle, regretfully.
+
+"I suppose so; but if people are contrary, and won't behave, they must
+take the consequences. This is Mr. Chuckledorf," continued the Mayor,
+and a very fat prairie-dog bowed to them most politely; "and here is
+Mrs. Fuzcum; and Mrs. Chatterby; and Mr. Sneezeley, and Doctor Dosem."
+
+All these folks bowed gravely and politely, and Chubbins and Twinkle
+bobbed their heads in return until their necks ached, for it seemed as
+if the Mayor would never get through introducing the hundreds of
+prairie-dogs that were squatting around.
+
+"I'll never be able to tell one from the other," whispered the girl;
+"'cause they all look exactly alike."
+
+"Some of 'em's fatter," observed Chubbins; "but I don't know which."
+
+
+
+Chapter IV
+Presto Digi, the Magician
+
+"AND now, if you like, we will be pleased to have you visit some of our
+houses," said Mr. Bowko, the Mayor, in a friendly tone.
+
+"But we can't!" exclaimed Twinkle. "We're too big," and she got up and
+sat down upon the bank, to show him how big she really was when compared
+with the prairie-dogs.
+
+"Oh, that doesn't matter in the least," the Mayor replied. "I'll have
+Presto Digi, our magician, reduce you to our size."
+
+"Can he?" asked Twinkle, doubtfully.
+
+"Our magician can do anything," declared the Mayor. Then he sat up and
+put both his front paws to his mouth and made a curious sound that was
+something like a bark and something like a whistle, but not exactly like
+either one.
+
+Then everybody waited in silence until a queer old prairie-dog slowly
+put his head out of a big mound near the center of the village.
+
+"Good morning, Mr. Presto Digi," said the Mayor.
+
+"Morning!" answered the magician, blinking his eyes as if he had just
+awakened from sleep.
+
+Twinkle nearly laughed at this scrawny, skinny personage; but by good
+fortune, for she didn't wish to offend him, she kept her face straight
+and did not even smile.
+
+"We have two guests here, this morning," continued the Mayor, addressing
+the magician, "who are a little too large to get into our houses. So, as
+they are invited to stay to luncheon, it would please us all if you
+would kindly reduce them to fit our underground rooms."
+
+"Is _that_ all you want?" asked Mr. Presto Digi, bobbing his head at the
+children.
+
+"It seems to me a great deal," answered Twinkle. "I'm afraid you never
+could do it."
+
+"Wow!" said the magician, in a scornful voice that was almost a bark. "I
+can do that with one paw. Come here to me, and don't step on any of our
+mounds while you're so big and clumsy."
+
+So Twinkle and Chubbins got up and walked slowly toward the magician,
+taking great care where they stepped. Teenty and Weenty were frightened,
+and ducked their heads with little squeals as the big children passed
+their mound; but they bobbed up again the next moment, being curious to
+see what would happen.
+
+When the boy and girl stopped before Mr. Presto Digi's mound, he began
+waving one of his thin, scraggy paws and at the same time made a
+gurgling noise that was deep down in his throat. And his eyes rolled and
+twisted around in a very odd way.
+
+Neither Twinkle nor Chubbins felt any effect from the magic, nor any
+different from ordinary; but they knew they were growing smaller,
+because their eyes were getting closer to the magician.
+
+"Is that enough?" asked Mr. Presto, after a while.
+
+"Just a little more, please," replied the Mayor; "I don't want them to
+bump their heads against the doorways."
+
+So the magician again waved his paw and chuckled and gurgled and
+blinked, until Twinkle suddenly found she had to look up at him as he
+squatted on his mound.
+
+"Stop!" she screamed; "if you keep on, we won't be anything at all!"
+
+"You're just about the right size," said the Mayor, looking them over
+with much pleasure, and when the girl turned around she found Mr. Bowko
+and Mrs. Puff-Pudgy standing beside her, and she could easily see that
+Chubbins was no bigger than they, and she was no bigger than Chubbins.
+
+"Kindly follow me," said Mrs. Puff-Pudgy, "for my little darlings are
+anxious to make your acquaintance, and as I was the first to discover
+you, you are to be my guests first of all, and afterward go to the
+Mayor's to luncheon."
+
+
+
+Chapter V
+The Home of the Puff-Pudgys
+
+SO Twinkle and Chubbins, still holding hands, trotted along to the
+Puff-Pudgy mound, and it was strange how rough the ground now seemed to
+their tiny feet. They climbed up the slope of the mound rather clumsily,
+and when they came to the hole it seemed to them as big as a well. Then
+they saw that it wasn't a deep hole, but a sort of tunnel leading down
+hill into the mound, and Twinkle knew if they were careful they were not
+likely to slip or tumble down.
+
+Mrs. Puff-Pudgy popped into the hole like a flash, for she was used to
+it, and waited just below the opening to guide them. So, Twinkle slipped
+down to the floor of the tunnel and Chubbins followed close after her,
+and then they began to go downward.
+
+"It's a little dark right here," said Mrs. Puff-Pudgy; "but I've ordered
+the maid to light the candles for you, so you'll see well enough when
+you're in the rooms."
+
+"Thank you," said Twinkle, walking along the hall and feeling her way by
+keeping her hand upon the smooth sides of the passage. "I hope you won't
+go to any trouble, or put on airs, just because we've come to visit
+you."
+
+"If I do," replied Mrs. Puffy-Pudgy, "it's because I know the right way
+to treat company. We've always belonged to the 'four hundred,' you know.
+Some folks never know what to do, or how to do it, but that isn't the
+way with the Puff-Pudgys. Hi! you, Teenty and Weenty--get out of here
+and behave yourselves! You'll soon have a good look at our visitors."
+
+And now they came into a room so comfortable and even splendid that
+Twinkle's eyes opened wide with amazement.
+
+It was big, and of a round shape, and on the walls were painted very
+handsome portraits of different prairie-dogs of the Puff-Pudgy family.
+The furniture was made of white clay, baked hard in the sun and
+decorated with paints made from blue clay and red clay and yellow clay.
+This gave it a gorgeous appearance. There was a round table in the
+middle of the room, and several comfortable chairs and sofas. Around the
+walls were little brackets with candles in them, lighting the place very
+pleasantly.
+
+"Sit down, please," said Mrs. Puff-Pudgy. "You'll want to rest a minute
+before I show you around."
+
+So Twinkle and Chubbins sat upon the pretty clay chairs, and Teenty and
+Weenty sat opposite them and stared with their mischievous round eyes as
+hard as they could.
+
+"What nice furniture," exclaimed the girl.
+
+"Yes," replied Mrs. Puff-Pudgy, looking up at the picture of a sad-faced
+prairie-dog; "Mr. Puff-Pudgy made it all himself. He was very handy at
+such things. It's a shame he turned out so obstinate."
+
+"Did he build the house too?"
+
+"Why, he dug it out, if that's what you mean. But I advised him how to
+do it, so I deserve some credit for it myself. Next to the Mayor's, it's
+the best house in town, which accounts for our high social standing.
+Weenty! take your paw out of your mouth. You're biting your claws
+again."
+
+"I'm not!" said Weenty.
+
+"And now," continued Mrs. Puff-Pudgy, "if you are rested, I'll show you
+through the rest of our house."
+
+So, they got up and followed her, and she led the children through an
+archway into the dining-room. Here was a cupboard full of the cunningest
+little dishes Twinkle had ever seen. They were all made of clay, baked
+hard in the sun, and were of graceful shapes, and nearly as smooth and
+perfect as our own dishes.
+
+
+
+Chapter VI
+Teenty and Weenty
+
+ALL around the sides of the dining-room were pockets, or bins, in the
+wall; and these were full of those things the prairie-dogs are most fond
+of eating. Clover-seeds filled one bin, and sweet roots another; dried
+mulberry leaves--that must have come from a long distance--were in
+another bin, and even kernels of yellow field corn were heaped in one
+place. The Puff-Pudgys were surely in no danger of starving for some
+time to come.
+
+"Teenty! Put back that grain of wheat," commanded the mother, in a
+severe voice.
+
+Instead of obeying, Teenty put the wheat in his mouth and ate it as
+quickly as possible.
+
+"The little dears are _so_ restless," Mrs. Puff-Pudgy said to Twinkle,
+"that it's hard to manage them."
+
+"They don't behave," remarked Chubbins, staring hard at the children.
+
+"No, they have a share of their father's obstinate nature," replied Mrs.
+Puff-Pudgy. "Excuse me a minute and I'll cuff them; It'll do them good."
+
+But before their mother could reach them, the children found trouble of
+their own. Teenty sprang at Weenty and began to fight, because his
+brother had pinched him, and Weenty fought back with all his might and
+main. They scratched with their claws and bit with their teeth, and
+rolled over and over upon the floor, bumping into the wall and upsetting
+the chairs, and snarling and growling all the while like two puppies.
+
+Mrs. Puff-Pudgy sat down and watched them, but did not interfere.
+
+"Won't they hurt themselves?" asked Twinkle, anxiously.
+
+"Perhaps so," said the mother; "but if they do, it will punish them for
+being so naughty. I always let them fight it out, because they are so
+sore for a day or two afterward that they have to keep quiet, and then I
+get a little rest."
+
+Weenty set up a great howling, just then, and Teenty drew away from his
+defeated brother and looked at him closely. The fur on both of them was
+badly mussed up, and Weenty had a long scratch on his nose, that must
+have hurt him, or he wouldn't have howled so. Teenty's left eye was
+closed tight, but if it hurt him he bore the pain in silence.
+
+Mrs. Puff-Pudgy now pushed them both into a little room and shut them
+up, saying they must stay there until bedtime; and then she led Twinkle
+and Chubbins into the kitchen and showed them a pool of clear water, in
+a big clay basin, that had been caught during the last rain and saved
+for drinking purposes. The children drank of it, and found it cool and
+refreshing.
+
+Then they saw the bedrooms, and learned that the beds of prairie-dogs
+were nothing more than round hollows made in heaps of clay. These
+animals always curl themselves up when they sleep, and the round hollows
+just fitted their bodies; so, no doubt, they found them very
+comfortable.
+
+There were several bedrooms, for the Puff-Pudgy house was really very
+large. It was also very cool and pleasant, being all underground and not
+a bit damp.
+
+After they had admired everything in a way that made Mrs. Puff-Pudgy
+very proud and happy, their hostess took one of the lighted candles from
+a bracket and said she would now escort them to the house of the
+Honorable Mr. Bowko, the Mayor.
+
+
+
+Chapter VII
+The Mayor Gives a Luncheon
+
+"DON'T we have to go upstairs and out of doors?" asked Twinkle.
+
+"Oh, no," replied the prairie-dog, "we have halls connecting all the
+different houses of importance. Just follow me, and you can't get lost."
+
+They might easily have been lost without their guide, the little girl
+thought, after they had gone through several winding passages. They
+turned this way and that, in quite a bewildering manner, and there were
+so many underground tunnels going in every direction that it was a
+wonder Mrs. Puff-Pudgy knew which way to go.
+
+"You ought to have sign-posts," said Chubbins, who had once been in a
+city.
+
+"Why, as for that, every one in the town knows which way to go,"
+answered their guide; "and it isn't often we have visitors. Last week a
+gray owl stopped with us for a couple of days, and we had a fine ball in
+her honor. But you are the first humans that have ever been entertained
+in our town, so it's quite an event with us." A few minutes later she
+said: "Here we are, at the Mayor's house," and as they passed under a
+broad archway she blew out her candle, because the Mayor's house was so
+brilliantly lighted.
+
+"Welcome!" said Mr. Bowko, greeting the children with polite bows. "You
+are just in time, for luncheon is about ready and my guests are waiting
+for you."
+
+He led them at once into a big dining-room that was so magnificently
+painted with colored clays that the walls were as bright as a June
+rainbow.
+
+"How pretty!" cried Twinkle, clapping her hands together in delight.
+
+"I'm glad you like it," said the Mayor, much pleased. "Some people, who
+are lacking in good taste, think it's a little overdone, but a Mayor's
+house should be gorgeous, I think, so as to be a credit to the
+community. My grandfather, who designed and painted this house, was a
+very fine artist. But luncheon is ready, so pray be seated."
+
+They sat down on little clay chairs that were placed at the round table.
+The Mayor sat on one side of Twinkle and Mrs. Puff-Pudgy on the other,
+and Chubbins was between the skinny old magician and Mr. Sneezeley.
+Also, in other chairs sat Dr. Dosem, and Mrs. Chatterby, and Mrs.
+Fuzcum, and several others. It was a large company, indeed, which showed
+that the Mayor considered this a very important occasion.
+
+They were waited upon by several sleek prairie-dog maids in white aprons
+and white caps, who looked neat and respectable, and were very graceful
+in their motions.
+
+Neither Twinkle nor Chubbins was very hungry, but they were curious to
+know what kind of food the prairie-dogs ate, so they watched carefully
+when the different dishes were passed around. Only grains and vegetables
+were used, for prairie-dogs do not eat meat. There was a milk-weed soup
+at first; and then yellow corn, boiled and sliced thin. Afterward they
+had a salad of thistle leaves, and some bread made of barley. The
+dessert was a dish of the sweet, dark honey made by prairie-bees, and
+some cakes flavored with sweet and spicy roots that only prairie-dogs
+know how to find.
+
+The children tasted of several dishes, just to show their politeness;
+but they couldn't eat much. Chubbins spent most of his time watching Mr.
+Presto Digi, who ate up everything that was near him and seemed to be as
+hungry after the luncheon as he had been before.
+
+Mrs. Puff-Pudgy talked so much about the social standing and dignity of
+the Puff-Pudgys that she couldn't find time to eat much, although she
+asked for the recipe of the milk-weed soup. But most of the others
+present paid strict attention to the meal and ate with very good
+appetites.
+
+
+
+Chapter VIII
+On Top of the Earth Again
+
+AFTERWARD they all went into the big drawing-room, where Mrs. Fuzcum
+sang a song for them in a very shrill voice, and Mr. Sneezeley and Mrs.
+Chatterby danced a graceful minuet that was much admired by all present.
+
+"We ought to be going home," said Twinkle, after this entertainment was
+over. "I'm afraid our folks will worry about us."
+
+"We regret to part with you," replied the Mayor; "but, if you really
+think you ought to go, we will not be so impolite as to urge you to
+stay."
+
+"You'll find we have excellent manners," added Mrs. Puff-Pudgy.
+
+"I want to get big again," said Chubbins.
+
+"Very well; please step this way," said the Mayor.
+
+So they all followed him through a long passage until they began to go
+upward, as if climbing a hill. And then a gleam of daylight showed just
+ahead of them, and a few more steps brought them to the hole in the
+middle of the mound.
+
+The Mayor and Mrs. Puff-Pudgy jumped up first, and then they helped
+Twinkle and Chubbins to scramble out. The strong sunlight made them
+blink their eyes for a time, but when they were able to look around they
+found one or more heads of prairie-dogs sticking from every mound.
+
+"Now, Mr. Presto Digi," said the Mayor, when all the party were standing
+on the ground, "please enlarge our friends to their natural sizes
+again."
+
+"That is very easy," said the magician, with a sigh. "I really wish, Mr.
+Mayor, that you would find something for me to do that is difficult."
+
+"I will, some time," promised the Mayor. "Just now, this is all I can
+require of you."
+
+So the magician waved his paw and gurgled, much in the same way he had
+done before, and Twinkle and Chubbins began to grow, and swell out until
+they were as large as ever, and the prairie-dogs again seemed very small
+beside them.
+
+"Good-bye," said the little girl, "and thank you all, very much, for
+your kindness to us."
+
+"Good-bye!" answered a chorus of small voices, and then all the
+prairie-dogs popped into their holes and quickly disappeared.
+
+Twinkle and Chubbins found they were sitting on the green bank again, at
+the edge of Prairie-Dog Town.
+
+"Do you think we've been asleep, Chub?" asked the girl.
+
+"'Course not," replied Chubbins, with a big yawn. "It's easy 'nough to
+know that, Twink, 'cause I'm sleepy now!"
+
+
+THE END
+
+
+
+PRINCE MUD-TURTLE
+
+
+
+PRINCE MUD-TURTLE
+
+
+List of Chapters                                     PAGE
+I     Twinkle Captures the Turtle.....................199
+II    Twinkle Discovers the Turtle can Talk...........207
+III   The Turtle Tells of the Corrugated Giant........214
+IV    Prince Turtle Remembers His Magic...............223
+V     Twinkle Promises to be Brave....................232
+VI    Twinkle Meets the Corrugated Giant..............239
+VII   Prince Mud-Turtle Becomes Prince Melga..........244
+VIII  Twinkle Receives a Medal........................250
+
+
+
+Chapter I
+Twinkle Captures the Turtle
+
+ONE hot summer day Twinkle went down into the meadow to where the brook
+ran tinkling over its stones or rushed and whirled around the curves of
+the banks or floated lazily through the more wide and shallow parts. It
+wasn't much of a brook, to tell the facts, for there were many places
+where an active child could leap across it. But it was the only brook
+for miles around, and to Twinkle it was a never-ending source of
+delight. Nothing amused or refreshed the little girl more than to go
+wading on the pebbly bottom and let the little waves wash around her
+slim ankles.
+
+There was one place, just below the pasture lot, where it was deeper;
+and here there were real fishes swimming about, such as "horned aces"
+and "chubs" and "shiners"; and once in a while you could catch a
+mud-turtle under the edges of the flat stones or in hollows beneath the
+banks. The deep part was not very big, being merely a pool, but Twinkle
+never waded in it, because the water would come quite up to her waist,
+and then she would be sure to get her skirts wet, which would mean a
+good scolding from mamma.
+
+To-day she climbed the fence in the lane, just where the rickety wooden
+bridge crossed the brook, and at once sat down upon the grassy bank and
+took off her shoes and stockings. Then, wearing her sun-bonnet to shield
+her face from the sun, she stepped softly into the brook and stood
+watching the cool water rush by her legs.
+
+It was very nice and pleasant; but Twinkle never could stand still for
+very long, so she began to wade slowly down the stream, keeping in the
+middle of the brook, and being able to see through the clear water all
+the best places to put her feet.
+
+Pretty soon she had to duck her head to pass under the fence that
+separated the meadow from the pasture lot; but she got through all
+right, and then kept on down the stream, until she came close to the
+deep pool. She couldn't wade through this, as I have explained; so she
+got on dry land and crept on her hands and knees up to the edge of the
+bank, so as not to scare the fishes, if any were swimming in the pool.
+
+By good luck there were several fishes in the pool to-day, and they
+didn't seem to notice that Twinkle was looking at them, so quiet had she
+been. One little fellow shone like silver when the sunshine caught his
+glossy sides, and the little girl watched him wiggling here and there
+with much delight. There was also a big, mud-colored fish that lay a
+long time upon the bottom without moving anything except his fins and
+the tip of his tail, and Twinkle also discovered a group of several
+small fishes not over an inch long, that always swam together in a
+bunch, as if they belonged to one family.
+
+The girl watched these little creatures long and earnestly. The pool was
+all of the world these simple fishes would ever know. They were born
+here, and would die here, without ever getting away from the place, or
+even knowing there was a much bigger world outside of it.
+
+After a time the child noticed that the water had become a little muddy
+near the edge of the bank where she lay, and as it slowly grew clear
+again she saw a beautiful turtle lying just under her head and against
+the side of the bank. It was a little bigger around than a silver
+dollar, and instead of its shell being of a dull brown color, like that
+of all other mud-turtles she had seen, this one's back was streaked with
+brilliant patches of yellow and red.
+
+"I must get that lovely turtle!" thought Twinkle; and as the water was
+shallow where it lay she suddenly plunged in her hand, grabbed the
+turtle, and flung it out of the water on to the bank, where it fell upon
+its back, wiggling its four fat legs desperately in an attempt to turn
+over.
+
+
+
+Chapter II
+Twinkle Discovers the Turtle Can Talk
+
+AT this sudden commotion in their water, the fishes darted away and
+disappeared in a flash. But Twinkle didn't mind that, for all her
+interest was now centered in the struggling turtle.
+
+She knelt upon the grass and bent over to watch it, and just then she
+thought she heard a small voice say:
+
+"It's no use; I can't do it!" and then the turtle drew its head and legs
+between the shells and remained still.
+
+"Good gracious!" said Twinkle, much astonished. Then, addressing the
+turtle, she asked:
+
+"Did you say anything, a minute ago?"
+
+There was no reply. The turtle lay as quiet as if it were dead. Twinkle
+thought she must have been mistaken; so she picked up the turtle and
+held it in the palm of her hand while she got into the water again and
+waded slowly back to where she had left her shoes and stockings.
+
+When she got home she put the mud-turtle in a tub which her papa had
+made by sawing a barrel in two. Then she put a little water into the tub
+and blocked it up by putting a brick under one side, so that the turtle
+could either stay in the water or crawl up the inclined bottom of the
+tub to where it was dry, whichever he pleased. She did this because
+mamma said that turtles sometimes liked to stay in the water and
+sometimes on land, and Twinkle's turtle could now take his choice. He
+couldn't climb up the steep sides of the tub and so get away, and the
+little girl thoughtfully placed crumbs of bread and fine bits of meat,
+where the turtle could get them whenever he felt hungry.
+
+After that, Twinkle often sat for hours watching the turtle, which would
+crawl around the bottom of the tub, and swim in the little pool of water
+and eat the food placed before him in an eager and amusing way.
+
+At times she took him in her hand and examined him closely, and then the
+mud-turtle would put out its little head and look at her with its bright
+eyes as curiously as the girl looked at him.
+
+She had owned her turtle just a week, when she came to the tub one
+afternoon and held him in her hand, intending to feed her pet some
+scraps of meat she had brought with her. But as soon as the turtle put
+out its head it said to her, in a small but distinct voice:
+
+"Good morning, Twinkle."
+
+She was so surprised that the meat dropped from her hand, and she nearly
+dropped the turtle, too. But she managed to control her astonishment,
+and asked, in a voice that trembled a little:
+
+"Can you talk?"
+
+"To be sure," replied the turtle; "but only on every seventh day--which
+of course is every Saturday. On other days I cannot talk at all."
+
+"Then I really must have heard you speak when I caught you; didn't I?"
+
+"I believe you did. I was so startled at being captured that I spoke
+before I thought, which is a bad habit to get into. But afterward I
+resolved not to answer when you questioned me, for I didn't know you
+then, and feared it would be unwise to trust you with my secret. Even
+now I must ask you not to tell any one that you have a turtle that knows
+how to talk."
+
+
+
+Chapter III
+The Turtle Tells of the Corrugated Giant
+
+"WHY, it's wonderful!" said Twinkle, who had listened eagerly to the
+turtle's speech.
+
+"It would be wonderful, indeed, if I were but a simple turtle," was the
+reply.
+
+"But aren't you a turtle?"
+
+"Of course, so far as my outward appearance goes, I'm a common little
+mud-turtle," it answered; "and I think you will agree with me that it
+was rather clever in the Corrugated Giant to transform me into such a
+creature."
+
+"What's a Corrulated Giant?" asked Twinkle, with breathless interest.
+
+"The Corrugated Giant is a monster that is full of deep wrinkles,
+because he has no bones inside him to hold his flesh up properly," said
+the turtle. "I hated this giant, who is both wicked and cruel, I assure
+you; and this giant hated me in return. So, when one day I tried to
+destroy him, the monster transformed me into the helpless little being
+you see before you."
+
+"But who were you before you were transformed?" asked the girl.
+
+"A fairy prince named Melga, the seventh son of the fairy Queen
+Flutterlight, who rules all the fairies in the north part of this land."
+
+"And how long have you been a turtle?"
+
+"Fourteen years," replied the creature, with a deep sigh. "At least, I
+think it is fourteen years; but of course when one is swimming around in
+brooks and grubbing in the mud for food, one is apt to lose all track of
+time."
+
+"I should think so, indeed," said Twinkle. "But, according to that,
+you're older than I am."
+
+"Much older," declared the turtle. "I had lived about four hundred years
+before the Corrugated Giant turned me into a turtle."
+
+"Was your head gray?" she asked; "and did you have white whiskers?"
+
+"No, indeed!" said the turtle. "Fairies are always young and beautiful
+in appearance, no matter how many years they have lived. And, as they
+never die, they're bound to get pretty old sometimes, as a matter of
+course."
+
+"Of course!" agreed Twinkle. "Mama has told me about the fairies. But
+must you always be a mud-turtle?"
+
+"That will depend on whether you are willing to help me or not," was the
+answer.
+
+"Why, it sounds just like a fairy tale in a book!" cried the little
+girl.
+
+"Yes," replied the turtle, "these things have been happening ever since
+there were fairies, and you might expect some of our adventures would
+get into books. But are you willing to help me? That is the important
+thing just now."
+
+"I'll do anything I can," said Twinkle.
+
+"Then," said the turtle, "I may expect to get back to my own form again
+in a reasonably short time. But you must be brave, and not shrink from
+such a little thing as danger."
+
+That made Twinkle look solemn.
+
+"Of course I don't want to get hurt," she said. "My mama and papa would
+go di_struc_ted if anything happened to me."
+
+"Something will happen, _sure,_" declared the turtle; "but nothing that
+happens will hurt you in the least if you do exactly as I tell you."
+
+"I won't have to fight that Carbolated Giant, will I?" Twinkle asked
+doubtfully.
+
+"He isn't carbolated; he's corrugated. No, you won't have to fight at
+all. When the proper time comes I'll do the fighting myself. But you may
+have to come with me to the Black Mountains, in order to set me free."
+
+"Is it far?" she asked.
+
+"Yes; but it won't take us long to go there," answered the turtle. "Now,
+I'll tell you what to do and, if you follow my advice no one will ever
+know you've been mixed up with fairies and strange adventures."
+
+"And Collerated Giants," she added.
+
+"Corrugated," he corrected. "It is too late, this Saturday, to start
+upon our journey, so we must wait another week. But next Saturday
+morning do you come to me bright and early, as soon as you've had
+breakfast, and then I'll tell you what to do."
+
+"All right," said Twinkle; "I won't forget."
+
+"In the mean time, do give me a little clean water now and then. I'm a
+mud-turtle, sure enough; but I'm also a fairy prince, and I must say I
+prefer clean water."
+
+"I'll attend to it," promised the girl.
+
+"Now put me down and run away," continued the turtle. "It will take me
+all the week to think over my plans, and decide exactly what we are to
+do."
+
+
+
+Chapter IV
+Prince Turtle Remembers His Magic
+
+TWINKLE was as nervous as she could be during all the week that followed
+this strange conversation with Prince Turtle. Every day, as soon as
+school was out, she would run to the tub to see if the turtle was still
+safe--for she worried lest it should run away or disappear in some
+strange manner. And during school hours it was such hard work to keep
+her mind on her lessons that teacher scolded her more than once.
+
+The fairy imprisoned in the turtle's form had nothing to say to her
+during this week, because he would not be allowed to talk again until
+Saturday; so the most that Twinkle could do to show her interest in the
+Prince was to give him the choicest food she could get and supply him
+with plenty of fresh, clean water.
+
+At last the day of her adventure arrived, and as soon as she could get
+away from the breakfast table Twinkle ran out to the tub. There was her
+fairy turtle, safe as could be, and as she leaned over the tub he put
+out his head and called "Good morning!" in his small, shrill voice.
+
+"Good morning," she replied.
+
+"Are you still willing and ready to assist me?" asked the turtle.
+
+"To be sure," said Twinkle.
+
+"Then take me in your hand," said he.
+
+So she picked him out of the tub and placed him upon her hand. And the
+turtle said:
+
+"Now pay strict attention, and do exactly as I tell you, and all will be
+well. In the first place, we want to get to the Black Mountains; so you
+must repeat after me these words: '_Uller; aller; iller; oller!_'"
+
+"Uller; aller; iller; oller!" said Twinkle.
+
+The next minute it seemed as though a gale of wind had struck her. It
+blew so strongly against her eyes that she could not see; so she covered
+her face with one arm while with the other hand she held fast to the
+turtle. Her skirts fluttered so wildly that it seemed as if they would
+tear themselves from her body, and her sun-bonnet, not being properly
+fastened, was gone in a minute.
+
+But it didn't last long, fortunately. After a few moments the wind
+stopped, and she found she could breathe again. Then she looked around
+her and drew another long breath, for instead of being in the back yard
+at home she stood on the side of a beautiful mountain, and spread before
+her were the loveliest green valleys she had ever beheld.
+
+"Well, we're here," said the turtle, in a voice that sounded as if he
+were well pleased. "I thought I hadn't forgotten my fairy wisdom."
+
+"Where are we?" asked the child.
+
+"In the Black Mountains, of course," was the reply. "We've come a good
+way, but it didn't take us long to arrive, did it?"
+
+"No, indeed," she answered, still gazing down the mountain side at the
+flower-strewn grass-land of the valleys.
+
+"This," said the turtle, sticking his little head out of the shell as
+far as it would go, "is the realm of the fairies, where I used to dwell.
+Those beautiful palaces you see yonder are inhabited by Queen
+Flutterlight and my people, and that grim castle at your left, standing
+on the side of the mountain, is where the Corrugated Giant lives."
+
+"I don't see anything!" exclaimed Twinkle; "that is, nothing but the
+valleys and the flowers and grass."
+
+"True; I had forgotten that these things are invisible to your mortal
+eyes. But it is necessary that you should see all clearly, if you are
+going to rescue me from this terrible form and restore me to my natural
+shape. Now, put me down upon the ground, for I must search for a
+particular plant whose leaf has a magic virtue."
+
+So Twinkle put him down, and the little turtle began running around here
+and there, looking carefully at the different plants that grew amongst
+the grass on the mountain side. But his legs were so short and his
+shell-covered body so heavy, that he couldn't move very fast; so
+presently he called for her to pick him up again, and hold him close to
+the ground while she walked among the plants. She did this, and after
+what seemed a long search the turtle suddenly cried out:
+
+"Stop! Here it is! This is the plant I want."
+
+"Which--this?" asked the girl, touching a broad green leaf.
+
+"Yes. Pluck the leaf from the stem and rub your eyelids with it."
+
+She obeyed, and having rubbed her lids well with the leaf, she again
+opened her eyes and beheld the real Fairyland.
+
+
+
+Chapter V
+Twinkle Promises to Be Brave
+
+IN the center of the valley was a great cluster of palaces that appeared
+to be built of crystal and silver and mother-of-pearl, and golden
+filigree-work. So dainty and beautiful were these fairy dwellings that
+Twinkle had no doubt for an instant but that she gazed upon fairyland.
+She could almost see, from the far mountain upon which she stood, the
+airy, gauze-winged forms of the fairies themselves, floating gently
+amidst their pretty palaces and moving gracefully along the jeweled
+streets.
+
+But another sight now attracted her attention--a big, gray, ugly looking
+castle standing frowning on the mountain side at her left. It overlooked
+the lovely city of palaces like a dark cloud on the edge of a blue sky,
+and the girl could not help giving a shudder as she saw it. All around
+the castle was a high fence of iron spikes.
+
+"That fence is enchanted," said the turtle, as if he knew she was
+looking at it; "and no fairy can pass it, because the power to prevent
+it has been given to the giant. But a mortal has never been forbidden to
+pass the fence, for no one ever supposed that a mortal would come here
+or be able to see it. That is the reason I have brought you to this
+place, and the reason why you alone are able to help me."
+
+"Gracious!" cried Twinkle; "must I meet the Carbonated Giant?"
+
+"He's corrugated," said the turtle.
+
+"I know he's something dreadful," she wailed, "because he's so hard to
+pronounce."
+
+"You will surely have to meet him," declared the turtle; "but do not
+fear, I will protect you from all harm."
+
+"Well, a Corralated Giant's a mighty big person," said the girl,
+doubtfully, "and a mud-turtle isn't much of a fighter. I guess I'll go
+home."
+
+"That is impossible," declared the turtle. "You are too far from home
+ever to get back without my help, so you may as well be good and
+obedient."
+
+"What must I do?" she asked.
+
+"We will wait until it is nearly noon, when the giant will put his pot
+on the fire to boil his dinner. We can tell the right time by watching
+the smoke come out of his chimney. Then you must march straight up to
+the castle and into the kitchen where the giant is at work, and throw me
+quickly into the boiling kettle. That is all that you will be required
+to do."
+
+"I never could do it!" declared Twinkle.
+
+"Why not?"
+
+"You'd be scalded to death, and then I'd be a murderer!"
+
+"Nonsense!" said the turtle, peevishly. "I know what I'm doing, and if
+you obey me I'll not be scalded but an instant; for then I'll resume my
+own form. Remember that I'm a fairy, and fairies can't be killed so
+easily as you seem to think."
+
+"Won't it hurt you?" she inquired.
+
+"Only for a moment; but the reward will be so great that I won't mind an
+instant's pain. Will you do this favor for me?"
+
+"I'll try," replied Twinkle, gravely.
+
+"Then I will be very grateful," said Prince Turtle, "and agree to
+afterward send you home safe and sound, and as quickly as you came."
+
+
+
+Chapter VI
+Twinkle Meets the Corrugated Giant
+
+"AND now, while we are waiting," continued the fairy turtle, "I want to
+find a certain flower that has wonderful powers to protect mortals from
+any injury. Not that I fear I shall be unable to take care of you, but
+it's just as well to be on the safe side."
+
+"Better," said Twinkle, earnestly. "Where's the flower?"
+
+"We'll hunt for it," replied the turtle.
+
+So holding him in her hand in such a way that he could see all the
+flowers that grew, the girl began wandering over the mountain side, and
+everything was so beautiful around her that she would have been quite
+contented and happy had not the gray castle been before her to remind
+her constantly that she must face the terrible giant who lived within
+it.
+
+They found the flower at last--a pretty pink blossom that looked like a
+double daisy, but must have been something else, because a daisy has no
+magic power that I ever heard of. And when it was found, the turtle told
+her to pick the flower and pin it fast to the front of her dress; which
+she did.
+
+By that time the smoke began to roll out of the giant's chimney in big
+black clouds; so the fairy turtle said the giant must be getting dinner,
+and the pot would surely be boiling by the time they got to the castle.
+
+Twinkle couldn't help being a little afraid to approach the giant's
+stronghold, but she tried to be brave, and so stepped along briskly
+until she came to the fence of iron spikes.
+
+"You must squeeze through between two of the spikes," said the turtle.
+
+She didn't think it could possibly be done; but to her surprise it was
+quite easy, and she managed to squeeze through the fence without even
+tearing her dress. Then she walked up a great driveway, which was lined
+with white skulls of many sheep which the giant had eaten, to the front
+door of the castle, which stood ajar.
+
+"Go in," said the turtle; so she boldly entered and passed down a high
+arched hall toward a room in the rear.
+
+"This is the kitchen," said the turtle, "Enter quickly, go straight to
+the kettle, and throw me into the boiling water."
+
+Twinkle entered quickly enough, but then she stopped short with a cry of
+amazement; for there before her stood the ugly giant, blowing the fire
+with an immense pair of bellows.
+
+
+
+Chapter VII
+Prince Mud-Turtle Becomes Prince Melga
+
+THE giant was as big around as ten men, and as tall as two; but, having
+no bones, he seemed pushed together, so that his skin wrinkled up like
+the sides of an accordeon, or a photograph camera, even his face being
+so wrinkled that his nose stuck out between two folds of flesh and his
+eyes from between two more. In one end of the kitchen was the great
+fireplace, above which hung an iron kettle with a big iron spoon in it.
+And at the other end was a table set for dinner.
+
+As the giant was standing between the kettle and Twinkle, she could not
+do as the turtle had commanded, and throw him into the pot. So she
+hesitated, wondering how to obey the fairy. Just then the giant happened
+to turn around and see her.
+
+"By the whiskers of Gammarog--who was one of my ancestors that was
+killed by Jack the Giant-Killer!" he cried, but in a very mild voice for
+so big a person. "Whom have we here?"
+
+"I'm Twinkle," said the girl, drawing a long breath.
+
+"Then, to pay you for your folly in entering my castle, I will make you
+my slave, and some day, if you're not good, I'll feed you to my
+seventeen-headed dog. I never eat little girls myself. I prefer mutton."
+
+Twinkle's heart almost stopped beating when she heard these awful words.
+All she could do was to stand still and look imploringly at the giant.
+But she held the fairy mud-turtle clasped tight in her hand, so that the
+monster couldn't see it.
+
+"Well, what are you staring at?" shouted the Corrugated Giant, angrily.
+"Blow up that fire this instant, slave!"
+
+He stood aside for her to pass, and Twinkle ran at once to the
+fireplace. The pot was now before her, and within easy reach, and it was
+bubbling hot.
+
+In an instant she reached out her hand and tossed the turtle into the
+boiling water; and then, with a cry of horror at her own action, she
+drew back to see what would happen.
+
+The turtle was a fairy, all right; and he had known very well the best
+way to break the enchantment his enemy had put upon him. For no sooner
+had Twinkle tossed him into the boiling pot than a great hissing was
+heard, and a cloud of steam hid for an instant the fireplace. Then, as
+it cleared away, a handsome young prince stepped forward, fully armed;
+for the turtle was again a fairy, and the kettle had changed into a
+strong shield which he bore upon his left arm, and the iron spoon was
+now a long and glittering sword.
+
+
+
+Chapter VIII
+Twinkle Receives a Medal
+
+THE giant gave a roar like that of a baby bull when he saw Prince Melga
+standing before him, and in a twinkling he had caught up a big club that
+stood near and began whirling it over his head. But before it could
+descend, the prince ran at him and stuck his sword as far as it would go
+into the corrugated body of the giant. Again the monster roared and
+tried to fight; but the sword had hurt him badly, and the prince pushed
+it into the evil creature again and again, until the end came, and his
+corrugated enemy rolled over upon the floor quite dead.
+
+Then the fairy turned to Twinkle, and kneeling before her he kissed her
+hand.
+
+"Thank you very much," he said, in a sweet voice, "for setting me free.
+You are a very brave little girl!"
+
+"I'm not so sure about that," she answered. "I was dreadfully scared!"
+
+Now he took her hand and led her from the castle; and she didn't have to
+squeeze through the fence again, because the fairy had only to utter a
+magic word and the gate flew open. And when they turned to look back,
+the castle of the Corrugated Giant, with all that it had contained, had
+vanished from sight, never to be seen again by either mortal or fairy
+eyes. For that was sure to happen whenever the giant was dead.
+
+The prince led Twinkle into the valley where the fairy palaces stood,
+and told all his people, when they crowded around to welcome him, how
+kind the little girl had been to him, and how her courage had enabled
+him to defeat the giant and to regain his proper form. And all the
+fairies praised Twinkle with kind words, and the lovely Queen
+Flutterlight, who seemed altogether too young to be the mother of the
+handsome prince, gave to the child a golden medal with a tiny mud-turtle
+engraved upon one side of it.
+
+Then, after a fine feast had been prepared, and the little girl had
+eaten all she could of the fairy sweetmeats, she told Prince Melga she
+would like to go home again.
+
+"Very well," said he. "Don't forget me, Twinkle, although we probably
+shall never meet again. I'll send you home quite as safely as you came;
+but as your eyes have been rubbed with the magic maita-leaf, you will
+doubtless always see many strange sights that are hidden from other
+mortals."
+
+"I don't mind," said Twinkle.
+
+Then she bade good-bye to the fairies, and the prince spoke a magic
+word. There was another rush of wind, and when it had passed Twinkle
+found herself once more in the back yard at home.
+
+As she sat upon the grass rubbing her eyes and wondering at the strange
+adventure that had befallen her, mamma came out upon the back porch and
+said:
+
+"Your turtle has crawled out of the tub and run away."
+
+"Yes," said Twinkle, "I know; and I'm glad of it!"
+
+But she kept her secret to herself.
+
+
+THE END
+
+
+
+TWINKLE'S ENCHANTMENT
+
+
+
+TWINKLE'S ENCHANTMENT
+
+
+
+List of Chapters                             PAGE
+I     Twinkle Enters the Big Gulch............261
+II    The Rolling Stone.......................269
+III   Some Queer Acquaintances................277
+IV    The Dancing Bear........................288
+V     The Cave of the Waterfall...............298
+VI    Prince Nimble...........................306
+VII   The Grasshoppers' Hop...................312
+
+
+
+Chapter I
+Twinkle Enters the Big Gulch
+
+ONE afternoon Twinkle decided to go into the big gulch and pick some
+blueberries for papa's supper. She had on her blue gingham dress and her
+blue sun-bonnet, and there were stout shoes upon her feet. So she took
+her tin pail and started out.
+
+"Be back in time for supper," called mamma from the kitchen porch.
+
+"'Course," said Twinkle, as she trotted away. "I'm not hungry now, but
+I'll be hungry 'nough when supper-time comes. 'Course I'll be back!"
+
+The side of the gulch was but a little way from the house. It was like a
+big ditch, only the sides were not too steep to crawl down; and in the
+middle of the gulch were rolling hills and deep gullies, all covered
+with wild bushes and vines and a few flowering plants--very rare in this
+part of the country.
+
+Twinkle hadn't lived very long in this section of Dakota, for her father
+had just bought the new farm that lay beside the gulch. So the big ditch
+was a great delight to her, and she loved to wander through it and pick
+the berries and flowers that never grew on the plains above.
+
+To-day she crept carefully down the path back of the house and soon
+reached the bottom of the gulch. Then she began to search for the
+berries; but all were gone in the places where she had picked them
+before; so she found she must go further along.
+
+She sat down to rest for a time, and by and by she happened to look up
+at the other side and saw a big cluster of bushes hanging full of ripe
+blueberries--just about half way up the opposite bank.
+
+She had never gone so far before, but if she wanted the berries for
+papa's supper she knew she must climb up the slope and get them; so she
+rose to her feet and began to walk in that direction. It was all new to
+the little girl, and seemed to her like a beautiful fairyland; but she
+had no idea that the gulch was enchanted. Soon a beetle crawled across
+her path, and as she stopped to let it go by, she heard it say:
+
+"Look out for the line of enchantment! You'll soon cross it, if you
+don't watch out."
+
+"What line of enchantment?" asked Twinkle.
+
+"It's almost under your nose," replied the little creature.
+
+"I don't see anything at all," she said, after looking closely.
+
+"Of course you don't," said the beetle. "It isn't a mark, you know, that
+any one can see with their eyes; but it's a line of enchantment, just
+the same, and whoever steps over it is sure to see strange things and
+have strange adventures."
+
+"I don't mind that," said Twinkle.
+
+"Well, I don't mind if you don't," returned the beetle, and by that time
+he had crept across the path and disappeared underneath a big rock.
+
+Twinkle went on, without being at all afraid. If the beetle spoke truly,
+and there really was an invisible line that divided the common, real
+world from an enchanted country, she was very eager to cross it, as any
+little girl might well be. And then it occurred to her that she must
+have crossed the enchanted line before she met the beetle, for otherwise
+she wouldn't have understood his language, or known what he was talking
+about. Children don't talk with beetles in the real world, as Twinkle
+knew very well, and she was walking along soberly, thinking this over,
+when suddenly a voice cried out to her:
+
+"Be careful!"
+
+
+
+Chapter II
+The Rolling Stone
+
+OF course Twinkle stopped then, and looked around to see who had spoken.
+But no one was anywhere in sight. So she started on again.
+
+"Look out, or you'll step on me!" cried the voice a second time.
+
+She looked at her feet very carefully. There was nothing near them but a
+big round stone that was about the size of her head, and a prickly
+thistle that she never would step on if she could possibly help it.
+
+"Who's talking?" she asked.
+
+"Why, _I'm_ talking," answered the voice. "Who do you suppose it is?"
+
+"I don't know," said Twinkle. "I just can't see anybody at all."
+
+"Then you must be blind," said the voice. "I'm the Rolling Stone, and
+I'm about two inches from your left toes."
+
+"The Rolling Stone!"
+
+"That's it. That's me. I'm the Rolling Stone that gathers no moss."
+
+"You can't be," said Twinkle, sitting down in the path and looking
+carefully at the stone.
+
+"Why not?"
+
+"Because you don't roll," she said. "You're a stone, of course; I can
+see that, all right. But you're not rolling."
+
+"How silly!" replied the Stone. "I don't have to roll every minute to be
+a Rolling Stone, do I?"
+
+"Of course you do," answered Twinkle. "If you don't roll you're just a
+common, _still_ stone."
+
+"Well, I declare!" exclaimed the Stone; "you don't seem to understand
+anything. You're a Talking Girl, are you not?"
+
+"To be sure I am," said Twinkle.
+
+"But you don't talk every minute, do you?"
+
+"Mama says I do," she answered.
+
+"But you don't. You're sometimes quiet, aren't you?"
+
+"'Course I am."
+
+"That's the way with me. Sometimes I roll, and so I'm called the Rolling
+Stone. Sometimes you talk, and so you're the Talking Girl."
+
+"No; I'm Twinkle," she said.
+
+"That doesn't sound like a name," remarked the Stone.
+
+"It's what papa calls me, anyway," explained the girl. Then, thinking
+she had lingered long enough, she added:
+
+"I'm going up the hill to pick those berries. Since you can roll,
+suppose you go with me."
+
+"What! Up hill?" exclaimed the Stone.
+
+"Why not?" asked Twinkle.
+
+"Who ever heard of a stone rolling up hill? It's unnatural!"
+
+"Any stone can roll down hill," said the child. "If you can't roll up
+hill, you're no better than a common cobble-stone."
+
+"Oh, I can roll up hill if I have to," declared the Stone, peevishly.
+"But it's hard work, and nearly breaks my back."
+
+"I can't see that you have any back," said Twinkle.
+
+"Why, I'm all back," replied the Stone. "When _your_ back aches, it's
+only a part of you. But when _my_ back aches, it's all of me except the
+middle."
+
+"The middle ache is the worst of all," said Twinkle, solemnly. "Well, if
+you don't want to go," she added, jumping up, "I'll say good-bye."
+
+"Anything to be sociable," said the Stone, sighing deeply. "I'll go
+along and keep you company. But it's lots easier to roll down than it is
+to roll up, I assure you!"
+
+"Why, you're a reg'lar grumbler!" exclaimed Twinkle.
+
+"That's because I lead a hard life," returned the Stone, dismally. "But
+don't let us quarrel; it is so seldom I get a chance to talk with one of
+my own standing in society."
+
+"You can't have any standing, without feet," declared Twinkle, shaking
+her head at the Stone.
+
+"One can have _under_standing, at least," was the answer; "and
+understanding is the best standing any person can have."
+
+"Perhaps that is true," said the child, thoughtfully; "but I'm glad I
+have legs, just the same."
+
+
+
+Chapter III
+Some Queer Acquaintances
+
+"WAIT a minute!" implored a small voice, and the girl noticed a yellow
+butterfly that had just settled down upon the stone. "Aren't you the
+child from the farm?"
+
+"To be sure," she answered, much amused to hear the butterfly speak.
+
+"Then can you tell me if your mother expects to churn to-day," said the
+pretty creature, slowly folding and unfolding its dainty wings.
+
+"Why do you want to know?"
+
+"If she churns to-day, I'll fly over to the house and try to steal some
+butter. But if your mother isn't going to churn, I'll fly down into the
+gulch and rob a bees' nest I know of."
+
+"Why do you rob and steal?" inquired Twinkle.
+
+"It's the only way I can get my living," said the butterfly. "Nobody
+ever gives me anything, and so I have to take what I want."
+
+"Do you like butter?"
+
+"Of course I do! That's why we are called butterflies, you know. I
+prefer butter to anything else, and I have heard that in some countries
+the children always leave a little dish of butter on the window-sill, so
+that we may help ourselves whenever we are hungry. I wish I had been
+born in such a country."
+
+"Mother won't churn until Saturday," said Twinkle. "I know, 'cause I've
+got to help her, and I just hate butter-making!"
+
+"Then I won't go to the farm to-day," replied the butterfly. "Good-bye,
+little girl. If you think of it, leave a dish of butter around where I
+can get at it."
+
+"All right," said Twinkle, and the butterfly waved its wings and
+fluttered through the air into the gulch below.
+
+Then the girl started up the hill and the Stone rolled slowly beside
+her, groaning and grumbling because the ground was so rough.
+
+Presently she noticed running across the path a tiny Book, not much
+bigger than a postage-stamp. It had two slender legs, like those of a
+bumble-bee, and upon these it ran so fast that all the leaves fluttered
+wildly, the covers being half open.
+
+"What's that?" asked Twinkle, looking after the book in surprise.
+
+"That is a little Learning," answered the Stone. "Look out for it, for
+they say it's a dangerous thing."
+
+"It's gone already," said Twinkle.
+
+"Let it go. Nobody wants it, that I know of. Just help me over this
+bump, will you?"
+
+So she rolled the Stone over the little hillock, and just as she did so
+her attention was attracted by a curious noise that sounded like "Pop!
+pop! pop!"
+
+"What's that?" she inquired, hesitating to advance.
+
+"Only a weasel," answered the Stone. "Stand still a minute, and you'll
+see him. Whenever he thinks he's alone, and there's no one to hear,
+'pop' goes the weasel."
+
+Sure enough, a little animal soon crossed their path, making the funny
+noise at every step. But as soon as he saw that Twinkle was staring at
+him he stopped popping and rushed into a bunch of tall grass and hid
+himself.
+
+And now they were almost at the berry-bushes, and Twinkle trotted so
+fast that the Rolling Stone had hard work to keep up with her. But when
+she got to the bushes she found a flock of strange birds sitting upon
+them and eating up the berries as fast as they could. The birds were not
+much bigger than robins, and were covered with a soft, velvety skin
+instead of with feathers, and they had merry black eyes and long,
+slender beaks curving downward from their noses, which gave to their
+faces a saucy expression. The lack of usual feathers might not have
+surprised Twinkle so much had she not noticed upon the tail of each bird
+one single, solitary feather of great length, which was certainly a
+remarkable thing.
+
+"I know what they are," she said, nodding her head wisely; "they're
+birds of a feather."
+
+At this the birds burst into a chorus of laughter, and one of them said:
+
+"Perhaps you think that's why we flock together."
+
+"Well, isn't that the reason?" she asked.
+
+"Not a bit of it," declared the bird. "The reason we flock together is
+because we're too proud to mix with common birds, who have feathers all
+over them."
+
+"I should think you'd be ashamed, 'cause you're so naked," she returned.
+
+"The fact is, Twinkle," said another bird, as he pecked at a blueberry
+and swallowed it, "the common things in this world don't amount to much.
+There are millions of birds on earth, but only a few of us that have but
+one feather. In my opinion, if you had but one hair upon your head you'd
+be much prettier."
+
+"I'd be more 'strord'nary, I'm sure," said Twinkle, using the biggest
+word she could think of.
+
+"There's no accounting for tastes," remarked the Rolling Stone, which
+had just arrived at Twinkle's side after a hard roll up the path. "For
+my part, I haven't either hair or feathers, and I'm glad of it."
+
+The birds laughed again, at this, and as they had eaten all the berries
+they cared for, they now flew into the air and disappeared.
+
+
+
+Chapter IV
+The Dancing Bear
+
+"REALLY," said Twinkle, as she began picking the berries and putting them
+into her pail, "I didn't know so many things could talk."
+
+"It's because you are in the part of the gulch that's enchanted,"
+answered the Rolling Stone. "When you get home again, you'll think this
+is all a dream."
+
+"I wonder if it isn't!" she suddenly cried, stopping to look around, and
+then feeling of herself carefully. "It's usually the way in all the
+fairy stories that papa reads to me. I don't remember going to sleep any
+time; but perhaps I did, after all."
+
+"Don't let it worry you," said the Stone, making a queer noise that
+Twinkle thought was meant for a laugh. "If you wake up, you'll be sorry
+you didn't dream longer; and if you find you haven't been asleep, this
+will be a wonderful adventure."
+
+"That's true enough," the girl answered, and again began filling her
+pail with the berries. "When I tell mama all this, she won't believe a
+word of it. And papa will laugh and pinch my cheek, and say I'm like
+Alice in Wonderland, or Dorothy in the Land of Oz."
+
+Just then she noticed something big and black coming around the bushes
+from the other side, and her heart beat a good deal faster when she saw
+before her a great bear standing upon his rear legs beside her.
+
+He had a little red cap on his head that was kept in place by a band of
+rubber elastic. His eyes were small, but round and sparkling, and there
+seemed to be a smile upon his face, for his white teeth showed in two
+long rows.
+
+"Don't be afraid," called out the Rolling Stone; "it's only the Dancing
+Bear."
+
+"Why should the child be afraid?" asked the bear, speaking in a low,
+soft tone that reminded her of the purring of a kitten. "No one ever
+heard of a Dancing Bear hurting anybody. We're about the most harmless
+things in the world."
+
+"Are you really a Dancing Bear?" asked Twinkle, curiously.
+
+"I am, my dear," he replied, bowing low and then folding his arms
+proudly as he leaned against a big rock that was near. "I wish there was
+some one here who could tell you what a fine dancer I am. It wouldn't be
+modest for me to praise myself, you know."
+
+"I s'pose not," said Twinkle. "But if you're a Dancing Bear, why don't
+you dance?"
+
+"There it is again!" cried the Rolling Stone. "This girl Twinkle wants
+to keep everybody moving. She wouldn't believe, at first, that I was a
+Rolling Stone, because I was lying quiet just then. And now she won't
+believe you're a Dancing Bear, because you don't eternally keep
+dancing."
+
+"Well, there's some sense in that, after all," declared the Bear. "I'm
+only a Dancing Bear while I'm dancing, to speak the exact truth; and
+you're only a Rolling Stone while you're rolling."
+
+"I beg to disagree with you," returned the Stone, in a cold voice.
+
+"Well, don't let us quarrel, on any account," said the Bear. "I invite
+you both to come to my cave and see me dance. Then Twinkle will be sure
+I'm a Dancing Bear."
+
+"I haven't filled my pail yet," said the little girl, "and I've got to
+get enough berries for papa's supper."
+
+"I'll help you," replied the Bear, politely; and at once he began to
+pick berries and to put them into Twinkle's pail. His big paws looked
+very clumsy and awkward, but it was astonishing how many blueberries the
+bear could pick with them. Twinkle had hard work to keep up with him,
+and almost before she realized how fast they had worked, the little pail
+was full and overflowing with fine, plump berries.
+
+"And now," said the Bear, "I will show you the way to my cave."
+
+He took her hand in his soft paw and began leading her along the side of
+the steep hill, while the Stone rolled busily along just behind them.
+But they had not gone far before Twinkle's foot slipped, and in trying
+to save herself from falling she pushed hard against the Stone and
+tumbled it from the pathway.
+
+"Now you've done it!" growled the Stone, excitedly, as it whirled
+around. "Here I go, for I've lost my balance and I can't help myself!"
+
+Even as he spoke the big round stone was flying down the side of the
+gulch, bumping against the hillocks and bits of rock--sometimes leaping
+into the air and then clinging close to the ground, but going faster and
+faster every minute.
+
+"Dear me," said Twinkle, looking after it; "I'm afraid the Rolling Stone
+will get hurt."
+
+"No danger of that," replied the Bear. "It's as hard as a rock, and not
+a thing in the gulch could hurt it a bit. But our friend would have to
+roll a long time to get back here again, so we won't wait. Come along,
+my dear."
+
+He held out his paw again, and Twinkle took it with one of her hands
+while she carried the pail with the other, and so managed to get over
+the rough ground very easily.
+
+
+
+Chapter V
+The Cave of the Waterfall
+
+BEFORE long they came to the entrance to the cave, and as it looked dark
+and gloomy from without Twinkle drew back and said she guessed she
+wouldn't go in.
+
+"But it's quite light inside," said the bear, "and there's a pretty
+waterfall there, too. Don't be afraid, Twinkle; I'll take good care of
+you."
+
+So the girl plucked up courage and permitted him to lead her into the
+cave; and then she was glad she had come, instead of being a 'fraid-cat.
+For the place was big and roomy, and there were many cracks in the roof,
+that admitted plenty of light and air. Around the side walls were
+several pairs of big ears, which seemed to have been carved out of the
+rock. These astonished the little girl.
+
+"What are the ears for?" she asked.
+
+"Don't walls have ears where you live?" returned the Bear, as if
+surprised.
+
+"I've heard they do," she answered, "but I've never seen any before."
+
+At the back of the cave was a little, tinkling waterfall, that splashed
+into a pool beneath with a sound that was very like music. Near this was
+a square slab of rock, a little raised above the level of the floor.
+
+"Kindly take a seat, my dear," said the bear, "and I'll try to amuse
+you, and at the same time prove that I can dance."
+
+So to the music of the waterfall the bear began dancing. He climbed upon
+the flat stone, made a graceful bow to Twinkle, and then balanced
+himself first upon one foot and then upon the other, and swung slowly
+around in a circle, and then back again.
+
+"How do you like it?" he asked.
+
+"I don't care much for it," said Twinkle. "I believe I could do better
+myself."
+
+"But you are not a bear," he answered. "Girls ought to dance better than
+bears, you know. But not every bear can dance. If I had a hand-organ to
+make the music, instead of this waterfall, I might do better."
+
+"Then I wish you had one," said the girl.
+
+The Bear began dancing again, and this time he moved more rapidly and
+shuffled his feet in quite a funny manner. He almost fell off the slab
+once or twice, so anxious was he to prove he could dance. And once he
+tripped over his own foot, which made Twinkle laugh.
+
+Just as he was finishing his dance a strange voice cried out:
+
+"For bear!" and a green monkey sprang into the cave and threw a big rock
+at the performer. It knocked the bear off the slab, and he fell into the
+pool of water at the foot of the waterfall, and was dripping wet when he
+scrambled out again.
+
+The Dancing Bear gave a big growl and ran as fast as he could after the
+monkey, finally chasing him out of the cave. Twinkle picked up her pail
+of berries and followed, and when she got into the sunshine again on the
+side of the hill she saw the monkey and the bear hugging each other
+tight, and growling and chattering in a way that showed they were angry
+with each other and not on pleasant terms.
+
+"You _will_ throw rocks at me, will you?" shouted the Bear.
+
+"I will if I get the chance," replied the monkey. "Wasn't that a fine,
+straight shot? and didn't you go plump into the water, though?" and he
+shrieked with laughter.
+
+Just then they fell over in a heap, and began rolling down the hill.
+
+"Let go!" yelled the Bear.
+
+"Let go, yourself!" screamed the monkey.
+
+But neither of them did let go, so they rolled faster and faster down
+the hill, and the last that Twinkle saw of them they were bounding among
+the bushes at the very bottom of the big gulch.
+
+
+
+Chapter VI
+Prince Nimble
+
+"GOOD gracious!" said the little girl, looking around her; "I'm as good
+as lost in this strange place, and I don't know in what direction to go
+to get home again."
+
+So she sat down on the grass and tried to think which way she had come,
+and which way she ought to return in order to get across the gulch to
+the farm-house.
+
+"If the Rolling Stone was here, he might tell me," she said aloud. "But
+I'm all alone."
+
+"Oh, no, you're not," piped a small, sweet voice. "I'm here, and I know
+much more than the Rolling Stone does."
+
+Twinkle looked this way and then that, very carefully, in order to see
+who had spoken, and at last she discovered a pretty grasshopper perched
+upon a long blade of grass nearby.
+
+"Did I hear you speak?" she inquired.
+
+"Yes," replied the grasshopper. "I'm Prince Nimble, the hoppiest hopper
+in Hoptown."
+
+"Where is that?" asked the child.
+
+"Why, Hoptown is near the bottom of the gulch, in that thick patch of
+grass you see yonder. It's on your way home, so I'd be pleased to have
+you visit it."
+
+"Won't I step on some of you?" she asked.
+
+"Not if you are careful," replied Prince Nimble. "Grasshoppers don't
+often get stepped on. We're pretty active, you know."
+
+"All right," said Twinkle. "I'd like to see a grasshopper village."
+
+"Then follow me, and I'll guide you," said Nimble, and at once he leaped
+from the blade of grass and landed at least six feet away.
+
+Twinkle got up and followed, keeping her eye on the pretty Prince, who
+leaped so fast that she had to trot to keep up with him. Nimble would
+wait on some clump of grass or bit of rock until the girl came up, and
+then away he'd go again.
+
+"How far is it?" Twinkle once asked him.
+
+"About a mile and a half," was the answer; "we'll soon be there, for you
+are as good as a mile, and I'm good for the half-mile."
+
+"How do you figure that out?" asked Twinkle.
+
+"Why, I've always heard that a miss is as good as a mile, and you're a
+miss, are you not?"
+
+"Not yet," she answered; "I'm only a little girl. But papa will be sure
+to miss me if I don't get home to supper."
+
+
+
+Chapter VII
+The Grasshoppers' Hop
+
+TWINKLE now began to fear she wouldn't get home to supper, for the sun
+started to sink into the big prairie, and in the golden glow it left
+behind, the girl beheld most beautiful palaces and castles suspended in
+the air just above the hollow in which she stood. Splendid banners
+floated from the peaks and spires of these magnificent buildings, and
+all the windows seemed of silver and all the roofs of gold.
+
+"What city is that?" she asked, standing still, in amazement.
+
+"That isn't any city," replied the grasshopper. "They are only Castles
+in the Air--very pretty to look at, but out of everybody's reach. Come
+along, my little friend; we're almost at Hoptown."
+
+So Twinkle walked on, and before long Prince Nimble paused on the stem
+of a hollyhock and said:
+
+"Now, sit down carefully, right where you are, and you will be able to
+watch my people. It is the night of our regular hop--if you listen you
+can hear the orchestra tuning up."
+
+She sat down, as he bade her, and tried to listen, but only heard a low
+whirr and rattle like the noise of a beetle's wings.
+
+"That's the drummer," said Prince Nimble. "He is very clever, indeed."
+
+"Good gracious! It's night," said Twinkle, with a start. "I ought to be
+at home and in bed this very minute!"
+
+"Never mind," said the grasshopper; "you can sleep any time, but this is
+our annual ball, and it's a great privilege to witness it."
+
+Suddenly the grass all around them became brilliantly lighted, as if
+from a thousand tiny electric lamps. Twinkle looked closely, and saw
+that a vast number of fireflies had formed a circle around them, and
+were illuminating the scene of the ball.
+
+In the center of the circle were assembled hundreds of grasshoppers, of
+all sizes. The small ones were of a delicate green color, and the
+middle-sized ones of a deeper green, while the biggest ones were a
+yellowish brown.
+
+But the members of the orchestra interested Twinkle more than anything
+else. They were seated upon the broad top of a big toadstool at
+one side, and the musicians were all beetles and big-bugs. A fat
+water-beetle played a bass fiddle as big and fat as himself, and two
+pretty ladybugs played the violins. A scarab, brightly colored with
+scarlet and black, tooted upon a long horn, and a sand-beetle made the
+sound of a drum with its wings. Then there was a coleopto, making
+shrill sounds like a flute--only of course Twinkle didn't know the
+names of these beetles, and thought they were all just "bugs."
+
+When the orchestra began to play, the music was more pleasing than you
+might suppose; anyway, the grasshoppers liked it, for they commenced at
+once to dance.
+
+The antics of the grasshoppers made Twinkle laugh more than once, for
+the way they danced was to hop around in a circle, and jump over each
+other, and then a lady grasshopper and a gentleman grasshopper would
+take hold of hands and stand on their long rear legs and swing partners
+until it made the girl dizzy just to watch them.
+
+Sometimes two of them would leap at once, and knock against each other
+in the air, and then go tumbling to the ground, where the other dancers
+tripped over them. She saw Prince Nimble dancing away with the others,
+and his partner was a lovely green grasshopper with sparkling black eyes
+and wings that were like velvet. They didn't bump into as many of the
+others as some did, and Twinkle thought they danced very gracefully
+indeed.
+
+And now, while the merriment was at its height, and waiter-grasshoppers
+were passing around refreshments that looked like grass seeds covered
+with thick molasses, a big cat suddenly jumped into the circle.
+
+At once all the lights went out, for the fire-flies fled in every
+direction; but in the darkness Twinkle thought she could still hear the
+drone of the big bass fiddle and the flute-like trill of the ladybugs.
+
+The next thing Twinkle knew, some one was shaking her shoulder.
+
+* * *
+
+"Wake up, dear," said her mother's voice. "It's nearly supper-time, and
+papa's waiting for you. And I see you haven't picked a single
+blueberry."
+
+"Why, I picked 'em, all right," replied Twinkle, sitting up and first
+rubbing her eyes and then looking gravely at her empty tin pail. "They
+were all in the pail a few minutes ago. I wonder whatever became of
+them!"
+
+
+THE END
+
+
+
+SUGAR-LOAF MOUNTAIN
+
+
+SUGAR-LOAF MOUNTAIN
+
+
+List of Chapters
+I        The Golden Key........................325
+II        Through the Tunnel....................333
+III        Sugar-Loaf City.......................340
+IV        To the King's Palace..................348
+V        Princess Sakareen.....................357
+VI        The Royal Chariot.....................365
+VII        Twinkle Gets Thirsty..................372
+VIII        After the Runaway.....................381
+
+
+
+Chapter I
+The Golden Key
+
+TWINKLE had come to visit her old friend Chubbins, whose mother was now
+teaching school in a little town at the foot of the Ozark Mountains, in
+Arkansas. Twinkle's own home was in Dakota, so the mountains that now
+towered around her made her open her eyes in wonder.
+
+Near by--so near, in fact, that she thought she might almost reach out
+her arm and touch it--was Sugar-Loaf Mountain, round and high and big.
+And a little to the south was Backbone Mountain, and still farther along
+a peak called Crystal Mountain.
+
+The very next day after her arrival Twinkle asked Chubbins to take her
+to see the mountain; and so the boy, who was about her own age, got his
+mother to fill for them a basket of good things to eat, and away they
+started, hand in hand, to explore the mountain-side.
+
+It was farther to Sugar-Loaf Mountain than Twinkle had thought, and by
+the time they reached the foot of the great mound, the rocky sides of
+which were covered with bushes and small trees, they were both rather
+tired by the walk.
+
+"Let's eat something," suggested Chubbins.
+
+"I'm willing," said Twinkle.
+
+So they climbed up a little way, to where some big rocks lay flat upon
+the mountain, and sat themselves down upon a slab of rock while they
+rested and ate some of the sandwiches and cake.
+
+"Why do they call it 'Sugar-Loaf'?" asked the girl, looking far up to
+the top of the mountain.
+
+"I don't know," replied Chubbins.
+
+"It's a queer name," said Twinkle, thoughtfully.
+
+"That's so," agreed the boy. "They might as well have called it
+'gingerbread' or 'rock-salt,' or 'tea-biscuit.' They call mountains
+funny names, don't they?"
+
+"Seems as if they do," said Twinkle.
+
+They had been sitting upon the edge of one big flat rock, with their
+feet resting against another that was almost as large. These rocks
+appeared to have been there for ages,--as if some big giants in olden
+days had tossed them carelessly down and then gone away and left them.
+Yet as the children pushed their feet against this one, the heavy mass
+suddenly began to tremble and then slide downward.
+
+"Look out!" cried the girl, frightened to see the slab of rock move.
+"We'll fall and get hurt!"
+
+But they clung to the rock upon which they sat and met with no harm
+whatever. Nor did the big slab of stone below them move very far from
+its original position.
+
+It merely slid downward a few feet, and when they looked at the place
+where it had been they discovered what seemed to be a small iron door,
+built into the solid stone underneath, and now shown to their view by
+the moving of the upper rock.
+
+"Why, it's a door!" exclaimed Twinkle.
+
+Chubbins got down upon his knees and examined the door carefully. There
+was a ring in it that seemed to be a handle, and he caught hold of it
+and pulled as hard as he could. But it wouldn't move.
+
+"It's locked, Twink," he said.
+
+"What do you'spose is under it?" she asked.
+
+"Maybe it's a treasure!" answered Chubbins, his eyes big with interest.
+
+"Well, Chub, we can't get it, anyway," said the practical Twinkle; "so
+let's climb the mountain."
+
+She got down from her seat and approached the door, and as she did so
+she struck a small bit of rock with her foot and sent it tumbling down
+the hill. Then she stopped short with a cry of wonder, for under the
+stone she had kicked away was a little hole in the rock, and within this
+they saw a small golden key.
+
+"Perhaps," she said, eagerly, as she stooped to pick up the key, "this
+will unlock the iron door."
+
+"Let's try it!" cried the boy.
+
+
+
+Chapter II
+Through the Tunnel
+
+THEY examined the door carefully, and at last found near the center of
+it a small hole. Twinkle put the golden key into this and found that it
+fitted exactly. But it took all of Chubbins's strength to turn the key
+in the rusty lock. Yet finally it did turn, and they heard the noise of
+bolts shooting back, so they both took hold of the ring, and pulling
+hard together, managed to raise the iron door on its hinges.
+
+All they saw was a dark tunnel, with stone steps leading down into the
+mountain.
+
+"No treasure here," said the little girl.
+
+"P'raps it's farther in," replied Chubbins. "Shall we go down?"
+
+"Won't it be dangerous?" she asked.
+
+"Don't know," said Chubbins, honestly. "It's been years and years since
+this door was opened. You can see for yourself. That rock must have
+covered it up a long time."
+
+"There must be _something_ inside," she declared, "or there wouldn't be
+any door, or any steps."
+
+"That's so," answered Chubbins. "I'll go down and see. You wait."
+
+"No; I'll go too," said Twinkle. "I'd be just as scared waiting outside
+as I would be in. And I 'in bigger than you are, Chub."
+
+"You're taller, but you're only a month older, Twink; so don't you put
+on airs. And I'm the strongest."
+
+"We'll both go," she decided; "and then if we find the treasure we'll
+divide."
+
+"All right; come on!"
+
+Forgetting their basket, which they left upon the rocks, they crept
+through the little doorway and down the steps. There were only seven
+steps in all, and then came a narrow but level tunnel that led straight
+into the mountain-side. It was dark a few feet from the door, but the
+children resolved to go on. Taking hold of hands, so as not to get
+separated, and feeling the sides of the passage to guide them, they
+walked a long way into the black tunnel.
+
+Twinkle was just about to say they'd better go back, when the passage
+suddenly turned, and far ahead of them shone a faint light. This
+encouraged them, and they went on faster, hoping they would soon come to
+the treasure.
+
+"Keep it up, Twink," said the boy. "It's no use going home yet."
+
+"We must be almost in the middle of Sugar-Loaf Mountain," she answered.
+
+"Oh, no; it's an awful big mountain," said he. "But we've come quite a
+way, haven't we?"
+
+"I guess mama'd scold, if she knew where we are."
+
+"Mamas," said Chubbins, "shouldn't know everything, 'cause they'd only
+worry. And if we don't get hurt I can't see as there's any harm done."
+
+"But we mustn't be naughty, Chub."
+
+"The only thing that's naughty," he replied, "is doing what you're told
+not to do. And no one told us not to go into the middle of Sugar-Loaf
+Mountain."
+
+Just then they came to another curve in their path, and saw a bright
+light ahead. It looked to the children just like daylight; so they ran
+along and soon passed through a low arch and came out into--
+
+Well! the scene before them was so strange that it nearly took away
+their breath, and they stood perfectly still and stared as hard as their
+big eyes could possibly stare.
+
+
+
+Chapter III
+Sugaf-Loaf City
+
+SUGAR-LOAF Mountain was hollow inside, for the children stood facing a
+great dome that rose so far above their heads that it seemed almost as
+high as the sky. And underneath this dome lay spread out the loveliest
+city imaginable. There were streets of houses, and buildings with round
+domes, and slender, delicate spires reaching far up into the air, and
+turrets beautifully ornamented with carvings. And all these were white
+as the driven snow and sparkling in every part like millions of
+diamonds--for all were built of pure loaf-sugar! The pavements of the
+streets were also loaf-sugar, and the trees and bushes and flowers were
+likewise sugar; but these last were not all white, because all sugar is
+not white, and they showed many bright colors of red sugar and blue
+sugar and yellow, purple and green sugar, all contrasting most prettily
+with the sparkling white buildings and the great white dome overhead.
+
+This alone might well astonish the eyes of children from the outside
+world, but it was by no means all that Twinkle and Chubbins beheld in
+that first curious look at Sugar-Loaf City. For the city was inhabited
+by many people--men, women and children--who walked along the streets
+just as briskly as we do; only all were made of sugar. There were
+several different kinds of these sugar people. Some, who strutted
+proudly along, were evidently of pure loaf-sugar, and these were of a
+most respectable appearance. Others seemed to be made of a light brown
+sugar, and were more humble in their manners and seemed to hurry along
+as if they had business to attend to. Then there were some of sugar so
+dark in color that Twinkle suspected it was maple-sugar, and these folks
+seemed of less account than any of the others, being servants, drivers
+of carriages, and beggars and idlers.
+
+Carts and carriages moved along the streets, and were mostly made of
+brown sugar. The horses that drew them were either pressed sugar or
+maple-sugar. In fact, everything that existed in this wonderful city was
+made of some kind of sugar.
+
+Where the light, which made all this place so bright and beautiful, came
+from, Twinkle could not imagine. There was no sun, nor were there any
+electric lights that could be seen; but it was fully as bright as day
+and everything showed with great plainness.
+
+While the children, who stood just inside the archway through which they
+had entered, were looking at the wonders of Sugar-Loaf City, a file of
+sugar soldiers suddenly came around a corner at a swift trot.
+
+"Halt!" cried the Captain. He wore a red sugar jacket and a red sugar
+cap, and the soldiers were dressed in the same manner as their Captain,
+but without the officer's yellow sugar shoulder-straps. At the command,
+the sugar soldiers came to a stop, and all pointed their sugar muskets
+at Twinkle and Chubbins.
+
+"Surrender!" said the Captain to them. "Surrender, or I'll--I'll--"
+
+He hesitated.
+
+"What will you do?" said Twinkle.
+
+"I don't know what, but something very dreadful," replied the Captain.
+"But of course you'll surrender."
+
+"I suppose we'll have to," answered the girl.
+
+"That's right. I'll just take you to the king, and let him decide what
+to do," he added pleasantly.
+
+So the soldiers surrounded the two children, shouldered arms, and
+marched away down the street, Twinkle and Chubbins walking slowly, so
+the candy folks would not have to run; for the tallest soldiers were
+only as high as their shoulders.
+
+"This is a great event," remarked the Captain, as he walked beside them
+with as much dignity as he could muster. "It was really good of you to
+come and be arrested, for I haven't had any excitement in a long time.
+The people here are such good sugar that they seldom do anything wrong."
+
+
+
+Chapter IV
+To the King's Palace
+
+"WHAT, allow me to ask, is your grade of sugar?" inquired the Captain,
+with much politeness. "You do not seem to be the best loaf, but I
+suppose that of course you are solid."
+
+"Solid what?" asked Chubbins.
+
+"Solid sugar," replied the Captain.
+
+"We're not sugar at all," explained Twinkle. "We're just meat."
+
+"Meat! And what is that?"
+
+"Haven't you any meat in your city?"
+
+"No," he replied, shaking his head. "Well, I can't explain exactly what
+meat is," she said; "but it isn't sugar, anyway."
+
+At this the Captain looked solemn.
+
+"It isn't any of my business, after all," he told them. "The king must
+decide about you, for that's _his_ business. But since you are not made
+of sugar you must excuse me if I decline to converse with you any
+longer. It is beneath my dignity."
+
+"Oh, that's all right," said Twinkle.
+
+"Where we came from," said Chubbins, "meat costs more a pound than sugar
+does; so I guess we're just as good as you are."
+
+But the Captain made no reply to this statement, and before long they
+stopped in front of a big sugar building, while a crowd of sugar people
+quickly gathered.
+
+"Stand back!" cried the Captain, and the sugar soldiers formed a row
+between the children and the sugar citizens, and kept the crowd from
+getting too near. Then the Captain led Twinkle and Chubbins through a
+high sugar gateway and up a broad sugar walk to the entrance of the
+building.
+
+"Must be the king's castle," said Chubbins.
+
+"The king's palace," corrected the Captain, stiffly.
+
+"What's the difference?" asked Twinkle.
+
+But the sugar officer did not care to explain.
+
+Brown sugar servants in plum-colored sugar coats stood at the entrance
+to the palace, and their eyes stuck out like lozenges from their sugar
+faces when they saw the strangers the Captain was escorting.
+
+But every one bowed low, and stood aside for them to pass, and they
+walked through beautiful halls and reception rooms where the sugar was
+cut into panels and scrolls and carved to represent all kinds of fruit
+and flowers.
+
+"Isn't it sweet!" said Twinkle.
+
+"Sure it is," answered Chubbins.
+
+And now they were ushered into a magnificent room, where a stout little
+sugar man was sitting near the window playing upon a fiddle, while a
+group of sugar men and women stood before him in respectful attitudes
+and listened to the music.
+
+Twinkle knew at once that the fiddler was the king, because he had a
+sugar crown upon his head. His Majesty was made of very white and
+sparkling cut loaf-sugar, and his clothing was formed of the same pure
+material. The only color about him was the pink sugar in his cheeks and
+the brown sugar in his eyes. His fiddle was also of white sugar, and the
+strings were of spun sugar and had an excellent tone.
+
+When the king saw the strange children enter the room he jumped up and
+exclaimed:
+
+"Bless my beets! What have we here?"
+
+"Mortals, Most Granular and Solidified Majesty," answered the Captain,
+bowing so low that his forehead touched the floor. "They came in by the
+ancient tunnel."
+
+"Well, I declare," said the king. "I thought that tunnel had been
+stopped up for good and all."
+
+"The stone above the door slipped," said Twinkle, "so we came down to
+see what we could find."
+
+"You must never do it again," said his Majesty, sternly. "This is our
+own kingdom, a peaceful and retired nation of extra refined and
+substantial citizens, and we don't wish to mix with mortals, or any
+other folks."
+
+"We'll go back, pretty soon," said Twinkle.
+
+"Now, that's very nice of you," declared the king, "and I appreciate
+your kindness. Are you extra refined, my dear?"
+
+"I hope so," said the girl, a little doubtfully.
+
+"Then there's no harm in our being friendly while you're here. And as
+you've promised to go back to your own world soon, I have no objection
+to showing you around the town. You'd like to see how we live, wouldn't
+you?"
+
+"Very much," said Twinkle.
+
+"Order my chariot, Captain Brittle," said his Majesty; and the Captain
+again made one of his lowly bows and strutted from the room to execute
+the command.
+
+The king now introduced Chubbins and Twinkle to the sugar ladies and
+gentlemen who were present, and all of them treated the children very
+respectfully.
+
+
+
+Chapter V
+Princess Sakareen
+
+"SAY, play us a tune," said Chubbins to the king. His Majesty didn't seem
+to like being addressed so bluntly, but he was very fond of playing the
+fiddle, so he graciously obeyed the request and played a pretty and
+pathetic ballad upon the spun sugar strings. Then, begging to be excused
+for a few minutes while the chariot was being made ready, the king left
+them and went into another room.
+
+This gave the children a chance to talk freely with the sugar people,
+and Chubbins said to one man, who looked very smooth on the outside:
+
+"I s'pose you're one of the big men of this place, aren't you?"
+
+The man looked frightened for a moment, and then took the boy's arm and
+led him into a corner of the room.
+
+"You ask me an embarrassing question," he whispered, looking around to
+make sure that no one overheard. "Although I pose as one of the
+nobility, I am, as a matter of fact, a great fraud!"
+
+"How's that?" asked Chubbins.
+
+"Have you noticed how smooth I am?" inquired the sugar man.
+
+"Yes," replied the boy. "Why is it?"
+
+"Why, I'm frosted, that's the reason. No one here suspects it, and I'm
+considered very respectable; but the truth is, I'm just coated over with
+frosting, and not solid sugar at all."
+
+"What's inside you?" asked Chubbins.
+
+"That," answered the man, "I do not know. I've never dared to find out.
+For if I broke my frosting to see what I'm stuffed with, every one else
+would see too, and I would be disgraced and ruined."
+
+"Perhaps you're cake," suggested the boy.
+
+"Perhaps so," answered the man, sadly. "Please keep my secret, for only
+those who are solid loaf-sugar are of any account in this country, and
+at present I am received in the best society, as you see."
+
+"Oh, I won't tell," said Chubbins.
+
+During this time Twinkle had been talking with a sugar lady, in another
+part of the room. This lady seemed to be of the purest loaf-sugar, for
+she sparkled most beautifully, and Twinkle thought she was quite the
+prettiest person to look at that she had yet seen.
+
+"Are you related to the king?" she asked.
+
+"No, indeed," answered the sugar lady, "although I'm considered one of
+the very highest quality. But I'll tell you a secret, my dear." She took
+Twinkle's hand and led her across to a sugar sofa, where they both sat
+down.
+
+"No one," resumed the sugar lady, "has ever suspected the truth; but I'm
+only a sham, and it worries me dreadfully."
+
+"I don't understand what you mean," said Twinkle. "Your sugar seems as
+pure and sparkling as that of the king."
+
+"Things are not always what they seem," sighed the sugar lady. "What you
+see of me, on the outside, is all right; but the fact is, _I'm hollow!_"
+
+"Dear me!" exclaimed Twinkle, in surprise. "How do you know it?"
+
+"I can feel it," answered the lady, impressively. "If you weighed me
+you'd find I'm not as heavy as the solid ones, and Tor a long time I Ve
+realized the bitter truth that I'm hollow. It makes me very unhappy, but
+I don't dare confide my secret to anyone here, because it would disgrace
+me forever."
+
+"I wouldn't worry," said the child. "They'll never know the difference."
+
+"Not unless I should break," replied the sugar lady. "But if that
+happened, all the world could see that I'm hollow, and instead of being
+welcomed in good society I'd become an outcast. It's even more
+respectable to be made of brown sugar, than to be hollow; don't you
+think so?"
+
+"I'm a stranger here," said Twinkle; "so I can't judge. But if I were
+you, I wouldn't worry unless I got broke; and you may be wrong, after
+all, and as sound as a brick!"
+
+
+
+Chapter VI
+The Royal Chariot
+
+JUST then the king came back to the room and said:
+
+"The chariot is at the door; and, as there are three seats, I'll take
+Lord Cloy and Princess Sakareen with us."
+
+So the children followed the king to the door of the palace, where stood
+a beautiful white and yellow sugar chariot, drawn by six handsome sugar
+horses with spun sugar tails and manes, and driven by a brown sugar
+coachman in a blue sugar livery.
+
+The king got in first, and the others followed. Then the children
+discovered that Lord Cloy was the frosted man and Princess Sakareen was
+the sugar lady who had told Twinkle that she was hollow.
+
+There was quite a crowd of sugar people at the gates to watch the
+departure of the royal party, and a few soldiers and policemen were also
+present to keep order. Twinkle sat beside the king, and Chubbins sat on
+the same seat with the Princess Sakareen, while Lord Cloy was obliged to
+sit with the coachman. When all were ready the driver cracked a sugar
+whip (but didn't break it), and away the chariot dashed over a road
+paved with blocks of cut loaf-sugar.
+
+The air was cool and pleasant, but there was a sweet smell to the breeze
+that was peculiar to this strange country. Sugar birds flew here and
+there, singing sweet songs, and a few sugar dogs ran out to bark at the
+king's chariot as it whirled along.
+
+"Haven't you any automobiles in your country?" asked the girl.
+
+"No," answered the king. "Anything that requires heat to make it go is
+avoided here, because heat would melt us and ruin our bodies in a few
+minutes. Automobiles would be dangerous in Sugar-Loaf City."
+
+"They're dangerous enough anywhere," she said. "What do you feed to your
+horses?"
+
+"They eat a fine quality of barley-sugar that grows in our fields,"
+answered the king. "You'll see it presently, for we will drive out to my
+country villa, which is near the edge of the dome, opposite to where you
+came in."
+
+First, however, they rode all about the city, and the king pointed out
+the public buildings, and the theaters, and the churches, and a number
+of small but pretty public parks. And there was a high tower near the
+center that rose half-way to the dome, it was so tall.
+
+"Aren't you afraid the roof will cave in some time, and ruin your city?"
+Twinkle asked the king.
+
+"Oh, no," he answered. "We never think of such a thing. Isn't there a
+dome over the place where you live?"
+
+"Yes," said Twinkle; "but it's the sky."
+
+"Do you ever fear it will cave in?" inquired the king.
+
+"No, indeed!" she replied, with a laugh at the idea.
+
+"Well, it's the same way with us," returned his Majesty. "Domes are the
+strongest things in all the world."
+
+
+
+Chapter VII
+Twinkle Gets Thirsty
+
+AFTER they had seen the sights of the city the carriage turned into a
+broad highway that led into the country, and soon they began to pass
+fields of sugar corn and gardens of sugar cabbages and sugar beets and
+sugar potatoes. There were also orchards of sugar plums and sugar apples
+and vineyards of sugar grapes. All the trees were sugar, and even the
+grass was sugar, while sugar grasshoppers hopped about in it. Indeed,
+Chubbins decided that not a speck of anything beneath the dome of
+Sugar-Loaf Mountain was anything but pure sugar--unless the inside of
+the frosted man proved to be of a different material.
+
+By and by they reached a pretty villa, where they all left the carriage
+and followed the sugar king into the sugar house. Refreshments had been
+ordered in advance, over the sugar telephone, so that the dining table
+was already laid and all they had to do was to sit in the pretty sugar
+chairs and be waited upon by maple-sugar attendants.
+
+There were sandwiches and salads and fruits and many other sugar things
+to eat, served on sugar plates; and the children found that some were
+flavored with winter-green and raspberry and lemon, so that they were
+almost as good as candies. At each plate was a glass made of crystal
+sugar and filled with thick sugar syrup, and this seemed to be the only
+thing to drink. After eating so much sugar the children naturally became
+thirsty, and when the king asked Twinkle if she would like anything else
+she answered promptly:
+
+"Yes, I'd like a drink of water."
+
+At once a murmur of horror arose from the sugar people present, and the
+king pushed back his chair as if greatly disturbed.
+
+"Water!" he exclaimed, in amazement.
+
+"Sure," replied Chubbins. "I want some, too. We're thirsty."
+
+The king shuddered.
+
+"Nothing in the world," said he gravely, "is so dangerous as water. It
+melts sugar in no time, and to drink it would destroy you instantly."
+
+"We're not made of sugar," said Twinkle. "In our country we drink all
+the water we want."
+
+"It may be true," returned the king; "but I am thankful to say there is
+no drop of water in all this favored country. But we have syrup, which
+is much better for your health. It fills up the spaces inside you, and
+hardens and makes you solid."
+
+"It makes me thirstier than ever," said the girl. "But if you have no
+water we must try to get along until we get home again."
+
+When the luncheon was over, they entered the carriage again and were
+driven back towards the city. On the way the six sugar horses became
+restless, and pranced around in so lively a manner that the sugar
+coachman could scarcely hold them in. And when they had nearly reached
+the palace a part of the harness broke, and without warning all six
+horses dashed madly away. The chariot smashed against a high wall of
+sugar and broke into many pieces, the sugar people, as well as Twinkle
+and Chubbins, being thrown out and scattered in all directions.
+
+The little girl was not at all hurt, nor was Chubbins, who landed on top
+the wall and had to climb down again. But the king had broken one of the
+points off his crown, and sat upon the ground gazing sorrowfully at his
+wrecked chariot. And Lord Cloy, the frosted man, had smashed one of his
+feet, and everybody could now see that underneath the frosting was a
+material very like marshmallow--a discovery that was sure to condemn him
+as unfit for the society of the solid sugar-loaf aristocracy of the
+country.
+
+But perhaps the most serious accident of all had befallen Princess
+Sakareen, whose left leg had broken short off at the knee. Twinkle ran
+up to her as soon as she could, and found the Princess smiling happily
+and gazing at the part of the broken leg which she had picked up.
+
+"See here, Twinkle," she cried; "it's as solid as the king himself! I'm
+not hollow at all. It was only my imagination."
+
+"I'm glad of that," answered Twinkle; "but what will you do with a
+broken leg?"
+
+"Oh, that's easily mended," said the Princess, "All I must do is to put
+a little syrup on the broken parts, and stick them together, and then
+sit in the breeze until it hardens. I'll be all right in an hour from
+now."
+
+It pleased Twinkle to hear this, for she liked the pretty sugar
+princess.
+
+
+
+Chapter VIII
+After the Runaway
+
+NOW the king came up to them, saying: "I hope you are not injured."
+
+"We are all right," said Twinkle; "but I'm getting dreadful thirsty, so
+if your Majesty has no objection I guess we'll go home."
+
+"No objection at all," answered the king.
+
+Chubbins had been calmly filling his pockets with broken spokes and
+other bits of the wrecked chariot; but feeling nearly as thirsty as
+Twinkle, he was glad to learn they were about to start for home.
+
+They exchanged good-byes with all their sugar friends, and thanked the
+sugar king for his royal entertainment. Then Captain Brittle and his
+soldiers escorted the children to the archway through which they had
+entered Sugar-Loaf City.
+
+They had little trouble in going back, although the tunnel was so dark
+in places that they had to feel their way. But finally daylight could be
+seen ahead, and a few minutes later they scrambled up the stone steps
+and squeezed through the little doorway.
+
+There was their basket, just as they had left it, and the afternoon sun
+was shining softly over the familiar worldly landscape, which they were
+both rejoiced to see again.
+
+Chubbins closed the iron door, and as soon as he did so the bolts shot
+into place, locking it securely.
+
+"Where's the key?" asked Twinkle.
+
+"I put it into my pocket," said Chubbins, "but it must have dropped out
+when I tumbled from the king's chariot."
+
+"That's too bad," said Twinkle; "for now no one can ever get to the
+sugar city again. The door is locked, and the key is on the other side."
+
+"Never mind," said the boy. "We've seen the inside of Sugar-Loaf
+Mountain once, and that'll do us all our lives. Come on, Twink. Let's go
+home and get a drink!"
+
+
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