Five Mice in a Mouse-trap Part 8
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"No!" cried the two mice. "Please tell us about her, Uncle."
"She was a very cross old woman," said Uncle Jack. "She lived all alone, for she was so cross that n.o.body could live with her. She scolded her children till they went away, and she scolded her bird till it flew away, and she scolded her cat till it ran away. So there she lived all alone, with only the fire-spirit to keep her company. Now her fire-spirit was very good natured, and had borne very patiently with his mistress' ill-temper. One day, however, she came in looking and feeling particularly savage. She sat down before the fire and took up the poker.
'Ugh!' she said. 'What a miserable attempt at a fire! why don't you burn, you stupid, sulky thing?' and she gave it a vicious poke.
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"How can I burn," said the fire, "when you don't give me anything to burn with? n.o.body can make a good blaze with only two sticks, and these two are as cross as you are, which is saying a great deal."
"You _shall_ burn!" cried the old hag, "whether you want to or not!" and she began to poke and poke most unmercifully.
"Take care!" said the fire-spirit. "I can't stand much more of this. I am growing black in the face."
"_I'll_ teach you to answer me!" cried the woman, poking away harder than ever. But suddenly she gave a shriek, and dropped the poker. A puff of smoke came out of the fire-place. A shower of cinders and sparks fell all over her, filling her eyes and nose and mouth; a rus.h.i.+ng sound, like a gust of wind, followed, and the house-door was shut with a violent bang. Then all was silent. And when the old hag had wiped the cinders out of her eyes, she saw only a black cold hearth, with two cross sticks lying on it, and scowling at each other. The fire-spirit was gone; and what was more, he never came back, and the old woman had nothing to keep her warm, except her own temper.
"And now, chickens," said Uncle Jack, "run away and study your lessons, for this is our working-time, you know, and holidays are over."
"Oh dear!" said Brighteyes, "I wish we might have _one_ more story, Uncle Jack!"
"No! no!" said Uncle Jack. "There will be plenty of time for stories to-day, for you will not be able to go out of doors. Trot, now, for I have work to do as well as you."
Nibble and Brighteyes left the room slowly, and made their way to the school-room.
"I say, Brighteyes!" said Nibble, "suppose we play we are somebody else, and then perhaps we shall like studying better."
"What _do_ you mean, Nibble?" asked Brighteyes.
"Why," said Nibble, "I have a geography lesson to study, and you know I detest geography. But if I were to play I was Christopher Columbus, I should have to _play_ I liked it, because he must have liked geography very much indeed, you know. So then it might be easier, don't you think so?"
"Ye-es," said Brighteyes, doubtfully. "It would be easier for geography, certainly. But I have my arithmetic to study, and n.o.body could ever have liked arithmetic, Nibble."
"You might be Mr. Colburn," suggested Nibble. "I suppose he must have liked it, or he would not have written so much about it."
"Well, I will try," said Brighteyes; "though I don't think Mr. Colburn is half as nice as Christopher Columbus. But if he had been very nice, he would not have written arithmetic books, so it can't be helped, I suppose."
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By this time they had reached the school-room, and Nibble, sitting down by the big table and opening his atlas, began, in a loud voice: "O King of Spain, let me inform your Majesty that Alabama is bounded on the north by Tennessee, on the east by Georgia, on the"--
"But, Nibble! I Mean Christopher!" interrupted Mr. Colburn, in a piteous tone. "How can I do anything if you study out loud?"
"Oh dear!" said the great discoverer, rather impatiently. "Well, go ahead, Mr. Colburn, and write your book, while I go on a new voyage of discovery. Let us see which will finish first."
And now, seeing that the mice were settling down to their books in good earnest, I turned my attention to the nursery, where I rightly judged that I should find the three younger mice.
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Well, to be sure, what fine sport they were having, those three little things! they had evidently been was.h.i.+ng the dolls' clothes, for small clothes-lines of string were all about the room, and Downy's pinafore looked as if it had been in the tub: but now the wash was all hung out, and the mice were "playing wind," as they called it: that is to say, they were running to and fro, puffing out their little fat cheeks, and blowing at the clothes with might and main, in the hope of making them dry sooner.
"I am the North Wind!" said Puff. "Whoop! whoop!"
"I am the South Wind!" cried Fluff.
"And I'm some kind of wind, ivn't I?" asked Downy, who was blowing as hard as any of them.
"Yes, dear, you are the West Wind; whoop! whoop! whoop!" said Puff, as she pranced about.
Now presently the door opened, and Mrs. Posset came in, with her basket of stockings to mend. One of the clothes-lines was directly in her way, and the good woman stumbled over it, and knocked her head against the mantel-piece and dropped all the stockings. This she did not like, as you may imagine. "Dear me! children," she cried, "it's as much as my life is worth to enter this nursery, with all your crink.u.m-crank.u.ms! my stars! will you look at the strings now, all over the room, fit to break a body's neck! Whatever are you doing now, Miss Puff?"
"We washed the dolls' clothes, Possy dear," said Puff, "because they were dirty, and you said this morning dirt was a sin."
"So we couldn't have our children dirty and sinful too, you know, Possy!" cried Fluff, earnestly. "And now we are playing wind, and drying the clothes beautifully."
"Well, dears," said Mrs. Posset, resignedly, as she sat down with her mending, "'tis a very nice play, no doubt; but if you _could_ play something that would not shake the room quite so much, the stockings would be mended sooner, that's all."
"Well, Puffy," said Fluff, "what shall we play?"
"Oh! let us play 'Five Little Princesses'!" said Puff.
"But there are only three of us!" Fluff objected. "Unless Mrs. Posset will be one, and _that_ would only be four. _Would_ you mind being a princess, Possy?"
"Oh! Miss Fluffy, dear, indeed I have not time, now," said the good nurse; "but you might play that one of the princesses was lame, and could not walk."
So the three mice began to walk slowly about, with their eyes shut, singing, as they went:
Five little princesses started off to school, Following their noses because it was the rule.
But one nose turned up, and another nose turned down, So all the little princesses were lost in the town.
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Here they all tumbled against each other, and pretended to cry bitterly; then starting off again, they sang:
Poor little princesses cannot find their way!
Naughty little noses, to lead them astray!
Poor little princesses, sadly they roam, Naughty little noses, pray lead them home!
Now is not that a pretty game? Yes, and it is quite new, so you may try it yourselves if you like. Just shut your eyes, and b.u.mp against all the chairs and tables, singing this song, and you will find yourselves very much amused. At least, the twins and Downy enjoyed it extremely, until Fluff, the unlucky, tripped over one of her own clothes-lines, and fell against the stove (which, luckily, had no fire in it,) hitting her head harder than even a lost princess could possibly care to do. For a few minutes there was sorrow and confusion among the princesses; but the offer of a story from Mrs. Posset soon calmed their royal minds, and they gathered round the good nurse's table with eager faces.
"Well, and what shall the story be about, Missies?" she asked.
"Oh! about the three little girls!" said Puff. Fluff nodded her head approvingly, and Downy said "Free ittle dirls!" in a satisfied tone. So they listened, and I listened, and my dog listened. And you may listen, too, if you like, though it is an old story, and you may have heard it before.
"Once upon a time, then," said Mrs. Posset, threading her darning-needle, and taking up one of Nibble's stockings, which was in such a condition as might have made a darning-machine turn pale, "there were three little girls, and their names were Orange and Lemon and Hold-your-tongue. And they all lived together in a little red house with a green roof, which stood in the middle of a wood. Now every morning there was the work to be done, you see. So on Monday morning Orange would get up at the break of day, so to speak, and she swept the house, and she made the fire, and she cooked the breakfast--"
"What did they have for breakfast?" asked Fluff.
"Pork chops," said Mrs. Posset. "And then she called her sisters; and when they had eaten their breakfast, they all went out and played for the rest of the day.
"Well, and on Tuesday morning Lemon got up early. And she swept the house, and she made the fire, and she cooked the breakfast--"
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