"Oh, anything."
"Let me think a moment," said the young man.
He bent his eyes thoughtfully upon the wood-fire that crackled in the wide-open fireplace, and soon signified that he was ready to begin.
All the children gathered around him, and even Mrs. Frost, sitting quietly at her knitting, edged her chair a little nearer, that she, too, might listen to Mr. Morton"s story. As this was of some length, we shall devote to it a separate chapter.
CHAPTER XIX. THE WONDERFUL TRANSFORMATION
"My story," commenced Mr. Morton, "is rather a remarkable one in some respects; and I cannot vouch for its being true. I shall call it "The Wonderful Transformation."
"Thomas Tubbs was a prosperous little tailor, and for forty years had been a resident of the town of Webbington, where he had been born and brought up. I have called him little, and you will agree with me when I say that, even in high-heeled boots, which he always wore, he measured only four feet and a half in height.
"In spite, however, of his undersize, Thomas had succeeded in winning the hand of a woman fifteen inches taller than himself. If this extra height had been divided equally between them, possibly they might have attracted less observation. As it was, when they walked to church, the top of the little tailor"s beaver just about reached the shoulders of Mrs. Tubbs. Nevertheless, they managed to live very happily together, for the most part, though now and then, when Thomas was a little refractory, his better half would s.n.a.t.c.h him up bodily, and, carrying him to the cellar, lock him up there. Such little incidents only served to spice their domestic life, and were usually followed by a warm reconciliation.
"The happy pair had six children, all of whom took after their mother, and promised to be tall; the oldest boy, twelve years of age, being already taller than his father, or, rather, he would have been but for the tall hat and high-heeled boots.
"Mr. Tubbs was a tailor, as I have said. One day there came into his shop a man attired with extreme shabbiness. Thomas eyed him askance.
""Mr. Tubbs," said the stranger, "as you perceive, I am out at the elbows. I would like to get you to make me up a suit of clothes."
""Ahem!" coughed Thomas, and glanced upward at a notice affixed to the door, "Terms, Cash."
"The stranger"s eye followed the direction of Mr. Tubbs". He smiled.
""I frankly confess," he said, "that I shall not be able to pay immediately, but, if I live, I will pay you within six months."
""How am I to feel sure of that?" asked the tailor, hesitating.
""I pledge my word," was the reply. "You see, Mr. Tubbs, I have been sick for some time past, and that, of course, has used up my money. Now, thank Providence, I am well again, and ready to go to work. But I need clothes, as you see, before I have the ability to pay for them."
""What"s your name?" asked Thomas.
""Oswald Rudenheimer," was the reply.
""A foreigner?"
""As you may suppose. Now, Mr. Tubbs, what do you say? Do you think you can trust me?"
"Thomas examined the face of his visitor. He looked honest, and the little tailor had a good deal of confidence in the excellence of human nature.
""I may be foolish," he said at last, "but I"ll do it."
""A thousand thanks!" said the stranger. "You sha"n"t repent of it."
"The cloth was selected, and Thomas set to work. In three days the suit was finished, and Thomas sat in his shop waiting for his customer. At last he came, but what a change! He was splendidly dressed. The little tailor hardly recognized him.
""Mr. Tubbs," said he, "you"re an honest man and a good fellow. You trusted me when I appeared penniless, but I deceived you. I am really one of the genii, of whom, perhaps, you have read, and lineally descended from those who guarded Solomon"s seal. Instead of making you wait for your pay, I will recompense you on the spot, either in money or----"
""Or what? asked the astonished tailor.
""Or I will grant the first wish that may be formed in your mind. Now choose."
"Thomas did not take long to choose. His charge would amount to but a few dollars, while he might wish for a million. He signified his decision.
""Perhaps you have chosen wisely," said his visitor. "But mind that you are careful about your wish. You may wish for something you don"t want."
""No fear of that," said the tailor cheerfully.
""At any rate, I will come this way six months hence, and should you then wish to be released from the consequences of your wish, and to receive instead the money stipulated as the price of the suit, I will give you the chance."
"Of course, Thomas did not object, though he considered it rather a foolish proposition.
"His visitor disappeared, and the tailor was left alone. He laid aside his work. How could a man be expected to work who had only to wish, and he could come into possession of more than he could earn in a hundred or even a thousand years?
""I might as well enjoy myself a little," thought Mr. Tubbs. "Let me see. I think there is a show in the village to-day. I"ll go to it."
"He accordingly slipped on his hat and went out, somewhat to the surprise of his wife, who concluded that her husband must be going out on business.
"Thomas Tubbs wended his way to the marketplace. He pressed in among the people, a crowd of whom had already a.s.sembled to witness the show.
I cannot tell you what the show was. I am only concerned in telling you what Thomas Tubbs saw and did; and, to tell the plain truth, he didn"t see anything at all. He was wedged in among people a foot or two taller than himself. Now, it is not pleasant to hear all about you laughing heartily and not even catch a glimpse of what amuses them so much.
Thomas Tubbs was human, and as curious as most people. Just as a six-footer squeezed in front of him he could not help framing, in his vexation, this wish:
""Oh, dear! I wish I were ten feet high!"
"Luckless Thomas Tubbs! Never had he framed a more unfortunate wish. On the instant he shot up from an alt.i.tude of four feet six to ten feet.
Fortunately his clothes expanded proportionally. So, instead of being below the medium height, he was raised more than four feet above it.
"Of course, his immediate neighbors became aware of the gigantic presence, though they did not at all recognize its ident.i.ty with the little tailor, Thomas Tubbs.
"At once there was a shout of terror. The crowd scattered in all directions, forgetting the spectacle at which, the moment before, they had been laughing heartily, and the little tailor, no longer little, was left alone in the market-place.
""Good heavens!" he exclaimed in bewilderment, stretching out his brawny arm, nearly five feet in length, and staring at it in ludicrous astonishment, "who"d have thought that I should ever be so tall?"
"To tell the truth, the little man--I mean Mr. Tubbs--at first rather enjoyed his new magnitude. He had experienced mortification so long on account of his diminutive stature, that he felt a little exhilarated at the idea of being able to look down on those to whom he had hitherto felt compelled to look up. It was rather awkward to have people afraid of him. As he turned to leave the square, for the exhibitor of the show had run off in the general panic, he could see people looking at him from third-story windows, and pointing at him with outstretched fingers and mouths agape.
""Really," thought Thomas Tubbs, "I never expected to be such an object of interest. I think I"ll go home."
"His house was a mile off, but so large were his strides that five minutes carried him to it.
"Now Mrs. Tubbs was busy putting the dinner on the table, and wondering why her husband did not make his appearance. She was fully determined to give him a scolding in case his delay was so great as to cause the dinner to cool. All at once she heard a bustle at the door. Looking into the entry, she saw a huge man endeavoring to make his entrance into the house. As the portal was only seven feet in height, it was not accomplished without a great deal of twisting and squirming.
"Mrs. Tubbs turned pale.
""What are you trying to do, you monster?" she faltered.
""I have come home to dinner, Mary," was the meek reply.