"Never mind me," said Jack; "I can walk as well as you can. Haven"t I got legs and feet, and aren"t they jointed?"
"Are they?" asked the woman, turning to Tip.
"Of course they are; I made "em myself," returned the boy, with pride.
So they started for the house, but when they reached the farm yard old Mombi led the pumpkin man to the cow stable and shut him up in an empty stall, fastening the door securely on the outside.
"I"ve got to attend to you, first," she said, nodding her head at Tip.
Hearing this, the boy became uneasy; for he
24 knew Mombi had a bad and revengeful heart, and would not hesitate to do any evil thing.
They entered the house. It was a round, domeshaped structure, as are nearly all the farm houses in the Land of Oz.
Mombi bade the boy light a candle, while she put her basket in a cupboard and hung her cloak on a peg. Tip obeyed quickly, for he was afraid of her.
After the candle had been lighted Mombi ordered him to build a fire in the hearth, and while Tip was thus engaged the old woman ate her supper. When the flames began to crackle the boy came to her and asked a share of the bread and cheese; but Mombi refused him.
"I"m hungry!" said Tip, in a sulky tone.
"You won"t be hungry long," replied Mombi, with a grim look.
The boy didn"t like this speech, for it sounded like a threat; but he happened to remember he had nuts in his pocket, so he cracked some of those and ate them while the woman rose, shook the crumbs from her ap.r.o.n, and hung above the fire a small black kettle.
Then she measured out equal parts of milk and vinegar and poured them into the kettle. Next she
25 produced several packets of herbs and powders and began adding a portion of each to the contents of the kettle. Occasionally she would draw near the candle and read from a yellow paper the recipe of the mess she was concocting.
As Tip watched her his uneasiness increased.
"What is that for?" he asked.
"For you," returned Mombi, briefly.
Tip wriggled around upon his stool and stared awhile at the kettle, which was beginning to bubble. Then he would glance at the stern and wrinkled features of the witch and wish he were any place but in that dim and smoky kitchen, where even the shadows cast by the candle upon the wall were enough to give one the horrors. So an hour pa.s.sed away, during which the silence was only broken by the bubbling of the pot and the hissing of the flames.
Finally, Tip spoke again.
"Have I got to drink that stuff?" he asked, nodding toward the pot.
"Yes," said Mombi.
"What"ll it do to me?" asked Tip.
"If it"s properly made," replied Mombi, "it will change or transform you into a marble statue."
Tip groaned, and wiped the perspiration from his forehead with his sleeve.
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"I don"t want to be a marble statue!" he protested.
"That doesn"t matter I want you to be one," said the old woman, looking at him severely.
"What use"ll I be then?" asked Tip. "There won"t be any one to work for you."
"I"ll make the Pumpkinhead work for me," said Mombi.
Again Tip groaned.
"Why don"t you change me into a goat, or a chicken?" he asked, anxiously.
"You can"t do anything with a marble statue."
"Oh, yes, I can," returned Mombi. "I"m going to plant a flower garden, next Spring, and I"ll put you in the middle of it, for an ornament. I wonder I haven"t thought of that before; you"ve been a bother to me for years."
At this terrible speech Tip felt the beads of perspiration starting all over his body, but he sat still and shivered and looked anxiously at the kettle.
"Perhaps it won"t work," he mutttered, in a voice that sounded weak and discouraged.
"Oh, I think it will," answered Mombi, cheerfully. "I seldom make a mistake."
Again there was a period of silence a silence so long and gloomy that when Mombi finally lifted the kettle from the fire it was close to midnight.
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"I DON"T WANT TO BE A MARBLE STATUE."
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"You cannot drink it until it has become quite cold," announced the old witch for in spite of the law she had acknowledged practising witchcraft.
"We must both go to bed now, and at daybreak I will call you and at once complete your transformation into a marble statue."
With this she hobbled into her room, bearing the steaming kettle with her, and Tip heard her close and lock the door.
The boy did not go to bed, as he had been commanded to do, but still sat glaring at the embers of the dying fire.
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