"No, I don"t at all," said the Bellows. "I mean Cakery. A Cakery is a place where they sell cake, and when I say Cakery I mean what I say. Just because you call it Bakery doesn"t prove anything."
"We"re out for pleasure, not for argument," growled the Lefthandiron. "Go on and say what you"ve got to say."
"Well," said the Bellows, "what I was trying to say, when interrupted, was that you can get your stomach filled almost anywhere, but your mind--that is different. I"m hungrier in my mind than in my stomach, and I"d rather be fed just now on the jests of an oyster, the good stories of a clam and the anecdotes of a Lobster, than have the freedom of the richest marshmallow mine in creation."
"Well, I"m sure I don"t know what to do," said Tom, very much perplexed.
The Candydike was glorious, but the Lobster shop, too, had its attractions, for Tom was fond of witty jokes and good anecdotes. The idea of having them from the lips of lobsters and oysters was very appealing.
"I say," he said in a minute, "why isn"t the Lobster shop the best place for us to go after all, if we are really hungry? We could sit down at the table, you know, and listen to the Lobster"s anecdotes, and then eat him afterward. In that way we could hear the stories and fill up beside."
"Well--I de-clare!" cried the Bellows. "What an idea! You most ungrateful boy!"
"Not at all," said the Poker. "Not at all. It"s merely the habit of his kind. Many"s the time when I"ve heard of men and women devouring their favorite authors. Tom couldn"t better show his liking for the lobster than by eating him. On the other hand, if he goes there and turns his back on the Candydike he"ll miss the most wonderful sight in all creation, and that is the Nesselrode Cataract on the Soda Water river. It is located at the point where the Vanilla glacier comes down from the Cream mountains on the one side, and the famous Marrons orchards line the other bank for a distance of seven miles. It"s a perfectly gorgeous sight."
"Mercy me!" cried Tom. "Indeed, I should like to see that."
[Ill.u.s.tration: DEVOURING HIS FAVORITE AUTHOR.]
"No doubt," put in the Bellows. "Nevertheless, you can see Nesselrode pudding at home at any time, but did you ever see there a Turtle that can recite a fairy story of his own composition or a Crab capable of narrating the most thrilling story of the American revolutionary war that anybody ever dreamed of?"
"O dear, O dear, O dear!" said Tom. "What shall I do?"
As he spoke, from far down in the valley there seemed to come a crash and a roar, following close upon which the barking of a dog made itself heard.
"The ice is slipping," cried the Poker, as the mountain trembled beneath them. "There"s going to be an avalanche, and we"re on it!"
The whole top of the mountain shook as if it had been in an earthquake, and then it began to crash rapidly downward.
"Dear me! How annoying," observed the Bellows. "As if we haven"t had enough coasting this trip without taking a turn on an avalanche."
"But what shall we do?" roared the Andirons excitedly. "I never foresaw this."
"Slide, I guess," said the Poker calmly. "It"s all we can do."
The barking of the dog approached closer.
"Good!" cried Righty, clapping his claws together gleefully, as an idea flashed across his mind. "It"s one of those famous St. Bernards; he"ll take care of Tom, and as for us--"
The thunderous roar of the descending avalanche drowned the sounds of Righty"s voice, and all that could now serve as a means of conveying their thoughts to each other was the making of wild motions with the hands. The Poker stood erect and stiff, looking grimly ahead of him, as if resolved to meet his fate bravely; the Bellows threw himself flat upon the glacier and panted; while the two Andirons, standing guard on either side of Tom, peered anxiously about for the rescuer of their little guest, nor did they look in vain, for in a few moments the huge figure of a St Bernard appeared below them, rushing with all his might and main to their side.
For some reason or other, the St Bernard seemed to have something familiar about him, but Tom couldn"t quite say what it was.
"Bow-wow-wow!" the dog barked gleefully, for this was just the sort of work he most enjoyed.
Strangely enough, Tom seemed to understand dog language for the first time in his life, for the bark said to him as plainly as you please: "Climb on my back sonny, and I"ll have you out of this in a jiffy."
The lad lost not a moment in obeying. Aided by the affectionate boosts of the Andirons he soon found himself lying face downward upon the broad, s.h.a.ggy back of the faithful beast.
He closed his eyes to shut out the blinding snow for a moment, and then--
Tom sat up and rubbed them, for there was no snow, no avalanche, no Alp, no St. Bernard dog in sight. Only a friendly pair of andirons staring fixedly at him out of the fireplace of his father"s library: the poker standing like a grenadier at one side, and the bellows, hanging from a bra.s.s-headed nail on the other. Beside these, lying on the rug beside him, his head c.o.c.ked to one side, his eyes fixed intently upon Tom"s face, and his tail wagging furiously, was Jeffy, not a St Bernard, but a s.h.a.ggy little Scotch terrier.
"h.e.l.lo, Jeffy!" said Tom, as he rubbed his eyes a second time. "Where have you been all this time?"
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Was it you who rescued me from the avalanche?"]
"Woof!" barked Jeff, and c.o.c.king his eye knowingly.
"And was it you who rescued me from the avalanche?" Tom asked.
"Woof!" replied Jeff, as much as to say he wouldn"t tell.
"Well, it was mighty good of you, if you did, Jeffy," Tom said, gratefully. "Only I wish you could have taken me to the Candydike or the Lobster shop instead of straight home--because I"m not only hungry Jeffy, but I should very much have liked to visit those wonderful places."
"Woof!" said Jeffy.
Which Tom took to be a promise that his rescuer would do better next time.
The little party has not been off again since, but the other night some pieces of newspaper were thrown into the fire place and all but one of them were burned. Righty held this one under his claw and Tom, while trying to get a word out of his friend, caught sight of it.
"h.e.l.lo," said Tom, as he read what was printed on the clipping. "The astronomers at the Lick observatory have discovered a new constellation in the southeast heavens. It is of huge dimensions and resembles in its outlines the figure of a rhinoceros or some such pachydermatous creature."
"Well, I never!" he cried, as he read. "I say, Righty, do you believe that"s the old Hippopotamus?"
And Righty said never a word, but the look in his eye indicated that he thought there was something in the notion.
[Ill.u.s.tration]
The End