"What is your name, and where do you live?" enquired the farmer"s wife.
"My name is Miss m.u.f.fet, and I live in a big city,--but where, I do not know."
And that was all she could tell them, so the woman said at last,
"We must keep her till some one comes to claim her, and she can earn her living by helping me make the cheeses."
"That will be nice," said Miss m.u.f.fet, with a laugh, "for Nurse Holloweg never lets me do anything, and I should like to help somebody do something."
So they led her into the house, where the farmer"s wife wondered at the fine texture of her dress and admired the golden chain that hung around her neck.
"Some one will surely come for her," the woman said to her husband, "for she is richly dressed and must belong to a family of some importance."
Nevertheless, when they had eaten dinner, for which Little Miss m.u.f.fet had a wonderful appet.i.te, the woman took her into the dairy and told her how she could a.s.sist her in curdling the milk and preparing it for the cheese-press.
"Why, it "s really fun to work," said the girl, at first, "and I should like to live here always. I do hope Nurse Holloweg will not find me."
After a time, however, she grew weary, and wanted to rest; but the woman had not yet finished her cheese-making, so she bade the girl keep at her tasks.
"It "s time enough to rest when the work is done," she said, "and if you stay with me you must earn your board. No one is allowed to idle in this house."
So Little Miss m.u.f.fet, though she felt like crying and was very tired, kept at her work until at length all was finished and the last cheese was in the press.
"Now," said the farmer"s wife, "since you have worked so well I shall give you a dish of curds and whey for your supper, and you may go out into the orchard and eat it under the shade of the trees."
Little Miss m.u.f.fet had never eaten curds and whey before, and did not know how they tasted; but she was very hungry, so she took the dish and went into the orchard.
She first looked around for a place to sit down, and finally discovered a little gra.s.sy mound, which is called a tuffet in the country, and seated herself upon it. Then she tasted the curds and whey and found them very good.
But while she was eating she chanced to look down at her feet, and there was a great black spider coming straight towards her. The girl had never seen such an enormous and hideous-looking spider before, and she was so frightened that she gave a scream and tipped backward off the tuffet, spilling the curds and whey all over her dress as she did so. This frightened her more than ever, and as soon as she could get upon her feet she scampered away to the farmhouse as fast as she could go, crying bitterly as she ran.
The farmer"s wife tried to comfort her, and Miss m.u.f.fet, between her sobs, said she had seen "the awfulest, biggest, blackest spider in all the world!"
This made the woman laugh, for she was not afraid of spiders.
Soon after they heard a sound of wheels upon the road and a handsome carriage came dashing up to the gate.
"Has anyone seen a little girl who has run away?" asked Nurse Holloweg, leaning out of the carriage.
"Oh, yes" answered Little Miss m.u.f.fet; "here I am, Nurse. And she ran out and jumped into the carriage, for she was very glad to get back again to those who would care for her and not ask her to work making cheeses."
When they were driving back to the town the Nurse said,
"You must promise me, Miss m.u.f.fet, never to run away again. You have frightened me nearly into hysterics, and had you been lost your mother would have been quite disappointed."
The little girl was silent for a time; then she answered,
"I will promise not to run away if you will let me play as other children do. But if you do not allow me to run and romp and dig in the ground, I shall keep running away, no matter how many horrid spiders come to frighten me!"
And Nurse Holloweg, who had really been much alarmed at so nearly losing her precious charge, thought it wise to agree to Miss m.u.f.fet"s terms.
She kept her word, too, and when Little Miss m.u.f.fet went back to her home in the city her cheeks were as red as roses and her eyes sparkled with health. And she grew, in time, to be a beautiful young lady, and as healthy and robust as she was beautiful. Seeing which, the doctor put an extra large fee in his bill for advising that the little girl be taken to the country; and Mr. m.u.f.fet paid it without a word of protest.
Even after Miss m.u.f.fet grew up and was married she never forgot the day that she ran away, nor the curds and whey she ate for her supper, nor the great spider that frightened her away from the tuffet.
Three Wise Men of Gotham
Three Wise Men of Gotham
Three Wise Men of Gotham Went to sea in a bowl.
If the bowl had been stronger My tale had been longer.
There lived in the great city of Gotham, over against the north gate, a man who possessed a very wise aspect, but very little else. He was tall and lean, and had a fine large head, bald and smooth upon the top, with a circle of white hair behind the ears. His beard was pure white, and reached to his waist; his eyes were small, dark, and so piercing that they seemed to read your every thought. His eyebrows were very heavy, and as white as his beard. He dressed in a long black mantle with a girdle corded about the middle, and he walked slowly and majestically, and talked no more than he was obliged to.
When this man pa.s.sed down the street with his stately tread the people all removed their hats and bowed to him with great reverence, saying within themselves,
"He is very wise, this great man; he is a second Socrates."
And soon this was the only name he was called by, and everyone in Gotham knew him as "Socrates."
To be sure this man was not really wise. Had they realized the truth, not one he met but knew more than Socrates; but his venerable appearance certainly betokened great wisdom, and no one appeared to remember that things are seldom what they seem.
Socrates would strut about with bowed head and arms clasped behind him, and think:
"My! how wise these people take me to be. Everyone admires my beautiful beard. When I look into their faces they drop their eyes. I am, in truth, a wonderful man, and if I say nothing they will believe I am full of wisdom. Ah, here comes the schoolmaster; I shall frown heavily and refuse to notice him, for then he also will be deceived and think I am pondering upon matters of great import." Really, the one wise thing about this Socrates was his ability to keep quiet. For, saying no word, it was impossible he should betray his ignorance.
Singularly enough, over by the south gate of Gotham there dwelt another wise man, of much the same appearance as Socrates. His white beard was a trifle longer and he had lost his left eye, which was covered by a black patch; but in all other ways his person betokened as much wisdom as that of the other.
He did not walk about, being lazy and preferring his ease; but he lived in a little cottage with one room, where the people came to consult him in regard to all their troubles.
They had named him Sophocles, and when anything went wrong they would say,
"Let us go and consult Sophocles, for he is very wise and will tell us what to do."
Thus one man, who had sued his neighbor in the courts, became worried over the outcome of the matter and came to consult the wise man.
"Tell me, O Sophocles!" he said, as he dropped a piece of money upon a plate, "shall I win my lawsuit or not?"
Sophocles appeared to ponder for a moment, and then he looked at his questioner with his one eye and replied,
"If it is not decided against you, you will certainly win your suit."
And the man was content, and went away feeling that his money had been well invested.
At another time the mother of a pair of baby twins came to him in great trouble.