[Ill.u.s.tration: "Here I am, dear Lady Moon."]
"But the Lady Moon replied, "Stop rolling, indeed! that is quite out of the question, I a.s.sure you. I have never done such a thing, and I am not going to begin at my time of life. No, no, Giant Crump; if you want me, you must catch me!" and she went rolling on in the most heartless and unfeeling way.
"There was nothing for the poor giant to do but follow; so, tucking the silver body under his arm, he set off on his tall stilts, and walked after the Lady Moon. Round and round the world went she, and round and round went the giant after her; and as I have never heard of his catching up with her, he is very likely walking round and round still."
"Is that all?" inquired the insatiable Toto. "What a very short story, Granny!"
"It is rather short," said the grandmother; "but I don"t see how it could be made any longer. I will, however, if you wish, tell you another short story, and that will be equal to one long one. Listen, therefore, and you shall hear the story of Hokey Pokey."
So they listened, and heard it.
"Hokey Pokey was the youngest of a large family of children. His elder brothers, as they grew up, all became either butchers or bakers or makers of candlesticks, for such was the custom of the family. But Hokey Pokey would be none of these things; so when he was grown to be a tall youth he went to his father and said, "Give me my fortune."
""Will you be a butcher?" asked his father.
""No," said Hokey Pokey.
""Will you be a baker?"
""No, again."
""Will you make candlesticks?"
""Nor that either."
""Then," said his father, "this is the only fortune I can give you;"
and with that he took up his cudgel and gave the youth a stout beating. "Now you cannot complain that I gave you nothing," said he.
""That is true," said Hokey Pokey. "But give me also the wooden mallet which lies on the shelf, and I will make my way through the world."
"His father gave him the mallet, glad to be so easily rid of him, and Hokey Pokey went out into the world to seek his fortune. He walked all day, and at nightfall he came to a small village. Feeling hungry, he went into a baker"s shop, intending to buy a loaf of bread for his supper. There was a great noise and confusion in the back part of the shop; and on going to see what was the matter, he found the baker on his knees beside a large box or chest, which he was trying with might and main to keep shut. But there was something inside the box which was trying just as hard to get out, and it screamed and kicked, and pushed the lid up as often as the baker shut it down.
""What have you there in the box?" asked Hokey Pokey.
""I have my wife," replied the baker. "She is so frightfully ill-tempered that whenever I am going to bake bread I am obliged to shut her up in this box, lest she push me into the oven and bake me with the bread, as she has often threatened to do. But to-day she has broken the lock of the box, and I know not how to keep her down."
""That is easily managed," said Hokey Pokey. "Do you but tell her, when she asks who I am, that I am a giant with three heads, and all will be well." So saying, he took his wooden mallet and dealt three tremendous blows on the box, saying in a loud voice,--
"Hickory Hox!
I sit by the box, Waiting to give you a few of my knocks.
""Husband, husband! whom have you there?" cried the wife in terror.
""Alas!" said the baker; "it is a frightful giant with three heads. He is sitting by the box, and if you open it so much as the width of your little finger, he will pull you out and beat you to powder."
"When the wife heard that she crouched down in the box, and said never a word, for she was afraid of her life.
"The baker then took Hokey Pokey into the other part of the shop, thanked him warmly, and gave him a good supper and a bed. The next morning he gave him for a present the finest loaf of bread in his shop, which was shaped like a large round ball; and Hokey Pokey, after knocking once more on the lid of the box, continued his travels.
"He had not gone far before he came to another village, and wishing to inquire his way he entered the first shop he came to, which proved to be that of a confectioner. The shop was full of the most beautiful sweetmeats imaginable, and everything was bright and gay; but the confectioner himself sat upon a bench, weeping bitterly.
""What ails you, friend?" asked Hokey-Pokey; "and why do you weep, when you are surrounded by the most delightful things in the world?"
""Alas!" replied the confectioner. "That is just the cause of my trouble. The sweetmeats that I make are so good that their fame has spread far and wide, and the Rat King, hearing of them, has taken up his abode in my cellar. Every night he comes up and eats all the sweetmeats I have made the day before. There is no comfort in my life, and I am thinking of becoming a rope-maker and hanging myself with the first rope I make."
""Why don"t you set a trap for him?" asked Hokey Pokey.
""I have set fifty-nine traps," replied the confectioner, "but he is so strong that he breaks them all."
""Poison him," suggested Hokey Pokey.
""He dislikes poison," said the confectioner, "and will not take it in any form."
""In that case," said Hokey Pokey, "leave him to me. Go away, and hide yourself for a few minutes, and all will be well."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "The confectioner thanked him warmly."]
"The confectioner retired behind a large screen, having first showed Hokey Pokey the hole of the Rat King, which was certainly a very large one. Hokey Pokey sat down by the hole, with his mallet in his hand, and said in a squeaking voice,--
"Ratly King! Kingly Rat!
Here your mate comes pit-a-pat.
Come and see; the way is free; Hear my signal: one! two! three!"
And he scratched three times on the floor. Almost immediately the head of a rat popped up through the hole. He was a huge rat, quite as large as a cat; but his size was no help to him, for as soon as he appeared, Hokey Pokey dealt him such a blow with his mallet that he fell down dead without even a squeak. Then Hokey Pokey called the confectioner, who came out from behind the screen and thanked him warmly; he also bade him choose anything he liked in the shop, in payment for his services.
""Can you match this?" asked Hokey Pokey, showing his round ball of bread.
""That can I!" said the confectioner; and he brought out a most beautiful ball, twice as large as the loaf, composed of the finest sweetmeats in the world, red and yellow and white. Hokey Pokey took it with many thanks, and then went on his way.
"The next day he came to a third village, in the streets of which the people were all running to and fro in the wildest confusion.
""What is the matter?" asked Hokey Pokey, as one man ran directly into his arms.
""Alas!" replied the man. "A wild bull has got into the princ.i.p.al china-shop, and is breaking all the beautiful dishes."
""Why do you not drive him out?" asked Hokey Pokey.
""We are afraid to do that," said the man; "but we are running up and down to express our emotion and sympathy, and that is something."
""Show me the china-shop," said Hokey Pokey.
"So the man showed him the china-shop; and there, sure enough, was a furious bull, making most terrible havoc. He was dancing up and down on a Dresden dinner set, and b.u.t.ting at the Chinese mandarins, and switching down finger-bowls and teapots with his tail, bellowing meanwhile in the most outrageous manner. The floor was covered with broken crockery, and the whole scene was melancholy to behold.
"Now when Hokey Pokey saw this, he said to the owner of the china-shop, who was tearing his hair in a frenzy of despair, "Stop tearing your hair, which is indeed a senseless occupation, and I will manage this matter for you. Bring me a red cotton umbrella, and all will yet be well."
"So the china-shop man brought him a red cotton umbrella, and Hokey Pokey began to open and shut it violently in front of the door. When the bull saw that, he stopped dancing on the Dresden dinner set and came charging out of the shop, straight towards the red umbrella. When he came near enough, Hokey Pokey dropped the umbrella, and raising his wooden mallet hit the bull such a blow on the muzzle that he fell down dead, and never bellowed again.