"Old silly, what does he know?" said Jack as he hurried along. "He is just like mother--old-fashioned."
Jack got softly into bed, and not until his mother called him did he awake again.
"Come," she said one day, "it is time now for you to be about your work, and your pictures should be gorgeous in their colorings this year. Be careful, my son; scatter your frost to-night lightly, and again to-morrow night. I will go out in the morning and see how things look."
Jack Frost did not tell his mother he had been out before. He did not need to tell her, for the next morning before old Madam North Wind had gone far she knew what had happened. "They are all spoiled," she said as she looked over the landscape; "all black and dead before they had a bit of color."
"Come out and look at your work," she said, going back for her son.
"You thought you knew more about it than your old mother."
Jack Frost had no idea what old Madam North Wind meant, but he felt sure something was wrong, so he followed his mother very meekly; but when they reached the forest he knew something was wrong indeed.
No bright and beautifully-colored leaves and bushes met his gaze. All were brown and black. "What is the matter with my pictures?" he asked.
"I thought they would be very beautiful this year."
"You stole out before it was time, and you not only surprised the farmers, but you spoiled all your gorgeous pictures and cheated all the people who look for them. There will be none this year because you thought you knew more than I. Go home. There is no work for you, and perhaps you will listen to me next year and not get up until I call you."
Jack Frost went home a sadder but wiser fellow and the next year he slept and did not put his frosty nose out from under his blanket until old Madam North Wind called him.
THE REVENGE OF THE FIREFLIES
[Ill.u.s.tration: Revenge of the Fireflies]
The Fireflies and the Goblins had always been good friends, just as they were with the Fairies, until one night when the Goblins held a frolic in the woods and did not invite the Fireflies to come.
It was a bright moonlight night, and the Goblins, who did not think much about anyone or anything if it did not in some way help them, knew they would not need the Fireflies" lanterns, so they did not bother to send them an invitation.
When the moon was high up in the sky so it shone down on all the trees in the woods, making it almost like daylight, the Goblins came tumbling out of their rocks and began their frolic.
They tumbled and they played such antics in the moonlight that anyone who did not know who they were and had seen them would surely have thought them a lot of crazy little creatures.
Of course, the Fireflies came flying along, and when they saw what was going on they began asking one another if anyone had received an invitation.
"It is plain to be seen why they did not invite us," said one old Firefly. "They did not need us because the moon is shining."
"That shows us what their friendship is worth," said another. "If they need our lights, they invite us; if not, we are forgotten."
For a few minutes all the Fireflies flashed with anger and then the old Firefly said. "I think we can have revenge if all of you will do as I tell you, and if I am not much mistaken those Goblin fellows will remember us the next time they have a frolic, even if they do not need us."
All the Fireflies wanted to know what the old Firefly had in his mind, but not a word would he tell them about his plan until they ran about and called together all the Fireflies for miles and miles around.
Of course, it did not take those sprightly little creatures long to fly miles and miles, and pretty soon in one corner of the woods were gathered together thousands of Fireflies.
"My plan is this," said the old Firefly when they were all there, "the Goblins are to go sailing on the lily pads after the frolic and we will go around to all the rocks and alight on all of them, for that is where they live, and when they return from their sail they will think their homes are on fire.
"Shine as brightly as you can, every one of you, and don"t wink or blink, so the Goblins will not suspect us. They will have a good fright, if nothing else."
Away went the Fireflies in groups of thousands, and pretty soon all the rocks in the woods were covered; but not until the Goblins returned from their moonlight sail did the Fireflies let their bright lights be seen.
The Goblins stopped every one when they reached the woods, for all the rocks were a blaze of light. "Oh, our homes!" they all cried; "someone has set them on fire. What shall we do?"
Hither and thither like little bees they flew, but it was no use; they could not enter their homes. They were all on fire.
"Where shall we sleep?" they began to ask one another, for they were all very tired after the frolic.
"We can crawl under the leaves," said one Goblin, "but we dare not sleep, for if the fairies should find us, no knowing what they would do to us with their wands. We will have to stay awake all night, and in the morning if the fire is out we can crawl into our homes, for, of course, the rocks cannot burn."
"No, but they can be very hot and burn us," said another. "Oh dear, I wish we had not gone sailing; perhaps we could have saved our homes."
So under the leaves they crawled, but not a wink of sleep did those Goblins dare take, and when it was "most daylight time the Fireflies put out their lights and silently flew away.
When the Goblins went to their rocks they were surprised to find them all cool and not at all hot as they had expected, and one of the Goblins, putting a pointed little finger on the side of his pointed nose said to the others: "I have a thought, and it is this: The Fireflies were not invited to our frolic and I wonder if they alighted on our rocks for revenge?"
"I wonder," said the others; but they were all so sleepy they could not think, so in they tumbled and were soon fast asleep; but the next time they gave a frolic the very first thing they did was to invite all the Fireflies, and not one did they forget.
SALLIE HICKS"S FOREFINGER
[Ill.u.s.tration: Sallie Hicks"s Forefinger]
Sallie Hicks was a little girl who was good most of the time, but she had one bad habit, and that was caused by her forefinger on her right hand.
Sallie"s right-hand forefinger would get into things it should not, and it caused Sallie"s mother a great deal of trouble, and most of Sallie"s punishments were on account of that unruly right-hand-forefinger.
One day Sallie"s mother set a dish of hot jelly on the kitchen table to cool. She told Sallie it was hot and she must not touch it.
But no sooner was her mother out of the kitchen and the cook"s head was turned another way than Sallie Hicks forgot all about her mother"s warning, and the naughty right-hand forefinger went right into the hot jelly.
Oh, how Sallie screamed with pain! And she forgot all about putting the forefinger in her mouth to taste the jelly, it burned her so.
The big tears ran right down Sallie"s pretty pink cheeks, and her mother and grandmother, and cook, too, came running to see what was the matter.
The little forefinger told the story, and it had to be wrapped in some cooling salve and a soft piece of linen.
"I told you that some day you would get that finger burned," said her mother, "and now because you disobeyed me you must sit in the big chair in the hall until lunch time and not speak to anyone. I want you to think about that naughty finger."
Sallie"s grandmother pa.s.sed her in the hall and leaned over and kissed her. "I am sorry that grandmother"s little girl was so naughty," she said. "Good little girls mind their mothers and they don"t get burnt fingers."
Sallie watched her grandmother go upstairs and then Sallie looked at the picture hanging on the wall of her great-grandmother.
"I wonder if Grandmother Great ever had to punish grandmother," thought Sallie. "I wonder if grandmothers were always very good little girls?"
Sallie looked at her Grandfather Great, too, and wondered how it was that, though the Greats were the father and mother of her own dear grandmother, they had nice black hair, all smooth and shiny, while her grandmother and grandfather, too, had white hair.