Kitty turned round and saw a little girl standing1 with her eyes modestly cast on the ground.
“I think I saw you with the cruel children who were going to rob the nest,” she said bluntly.
“No, indeed, I never hurt anything,” answered the girl. As she said this a pimple2 came out on her lips. “I never hurt anything,” she continued, in a high voice—“never. If a mosquito or a flea3 bite me, I let them bite. I say, ‘Poor things, they are hungry; I am their supper, I am their dinner.’”
“You are good!” said Kitty, very much impressed, but still with a rather doubtful tone.
“Yes, I am very good,” said the little girl, 70with a sigh, and as she said this another pimple came out, this time on her nose.
Kitty could not speak, she was so surprised at finding this good little girl here. They walked on through the wood, and here presently they heard singing. It was a bright tune4, and Kitty distinguished5 the words:
“What a lovely, lovely face
Peeping slyly up at me,
Mocking when I make grimace6.
Can it be? Can it be?
Yes, it is my own I see.”
They had come to a place where there was a pool set round with blossoms and reeds, like a mirror in a charming frame. All around it a number of little girls were kneeling, bending over, smiling, bowing to themselves, making the most extraordinary grimaces7 as they decked themselves with flowers, and talked and sang to their own reflections.
A fat, green frog and his family sat on a water lily leaf; all the frogs hopped8 and bowed as they looked over its border, croaking9 all the time, as much as to say:
71“Look at us; admire us! Are we not beautiful creatures?”
“Who are those children, are they idiots?” asked Kitty in an affrighted whisper.
“They are worse than idiots; they are vain,” sighed her guide.
72The children were far too much occupied gazing at themselves to see any one else. They kept on murmuring lovingly to their reflections down in the water.
“Is that not a lovely smile?
Lips of coral, teeth like pearls,
Nose of truly Grecian style,
Eyes of sapphire11, silken curls,”
sang one softly, continuing to smile to herself.
“Such a nose
No one knows,
Two lips like a budding rose
Placed for pretty nose to smell,
Pinky ear shaped like a shell,”
crooned a second, who was making grimaces in her efforts to kiss her own face.
“Oh where, and oh where
Is a girl whose hair
Runs to curl? How fair!
How fine! see it shine!
Sweet curl! darling girl!”
a third sang joyously12, putting a wreath on her head.
73“A silken robe,
A spreading train
Rustling13 there and back again;
A veil of lace,
A gracious face,
A queen, a queen, and fit to reign,”
joined in another, promenading14 up and down and craning her neck to see the effect of her dress at the back.
Then together all the children sang:
“Who cares for work!
Who cares for play!
Don’t disturb me now, I pray;
There is no prettier sight for me
Than when my charming self I see.”
“Croak10, croak, croak,” joined in the frogs, jumping in accompaniment to the song.
Kitty was never to forget the sight; the pretty, shining pool surrounded by beautiful flowers; the speckled frogs gazing at themselves affectionately over the edge of the lily leaf; the little girls grimacing15, smiling, and singing to themselves so lovingly. It all seemed so droll16 that she burst out laughing.
74Suddenly she stopped, for she heard her laugh taken up by everything around her; up in the trees, down from the sky, all through the reeds and flowers. Everything was laughing with Kitty’s laugh.
She stopped, and still the laugh was going on. Ha!ha!ha! Ho!ho!ho! As if everything had been inwardly laughing until then, but had not known how to express laughter until she gave it a voice.
The children started to their feet; they looked around, they saw Kitty, and were rushing toward her in their anger, when all at once, but whence Kitty could not tell, there appeared the two severe old women waving their birch rods.
“Hoity! toity!” they muttered, laying hold of as many of the children as they could pounce18 upon. “You’ll have enough of your faces by Christmas Day in Punishment Land.”
They strode off so quickly with the children tucked under their arms that Kitty could not tell which way they had gone, any more than she could tell how they had come.
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“I am not vain. I never look at myself in the glass,” remarked the little girl in her high voice; as she said this another pimple came out, this time on her forehead, over her right eye. “When I brush my hair, or pin on my collar, I 76shut my eyes not to see my face. Not even to have a peep.”
“I wonder,” said Kitty, watching with great interest the pimples19 spreading and spreading, “how you ever came to Naughty Children Land when you are so good.”
“I come to teach the children to be good,” answered her guide with a smug sigh.
Another pimple, larger than the others, was just coming out on her left cheek, when Kitty gave a start and the demure20 little girl a scream. One of the old ladies suddenly appeared behind the latter’s back—how she had come there was the wonder; she tucked the boaster under her arm, and marched off at a tremendous rate, with her captive screaming and wriggling21 in the wildest passion.
“I am sure she was not a bit good, and I am sure she was a great goose—never killing22 a flea or taking a peep at herself in the glass,” muttered Kitty, straining her eyes to discover which way they had gone.
“I wonder where the old women take them?” she continued.
77Look which way she would she could not see them. They had disappeared clean out of sight before she could have said “Daddy Coax23.”
“It certainly is Vanish Land as well as Naughty Children Land,” thought Kitty dejectedly. “How can I ever find Daddy Coax?”
She perceived she was now standing on the edge of the wood and at the entrance of a lane. The lane seemed to lead to Untidy Village. She could just see the houses with the broken window-panes, the weedy gardens, the ground all covered with broken toys and torn books.
Kitty took heart. “I’ll run down the lane. I am sure Daddy Coax lives in the village.”
She had not gone many steps down the lane when she came upon a party of boys and girls having a picnic. Gracious! how they gobbled; it was a sight to see. They doubled up whole buns into their mouths, crammed24 down tarts25 and lumps of cakes. Their cheeks were puffed26 out, their noses hidden. Every now and then they gave a grasp, stroked themselves up and down, and set to again.
“Could you please tell me the way to Daddy 78Coax’s house?” asked Kitty politely, trying to look as if she were not at all astonished at the quantity the children were eating or their manner of gobbling.
They said something that sounded between a snort, a sneeze, and a mouthful of pudding, and went on cramming27.
Thin birds hovered28 above them, lean dogs and cats peered hungrily at the feast; but when the birds came down to pick up the crumbs29, or the dogs advanced with an entreating30 whine31, and the cats slowly with glittering eyes, the gobblers, with a hiss32, waved their arms and frightened away the beggars.
“I think it is perfectly33 disgusting to be so greedy,” said Kitty, turning her back upon the picnickers. She walked off slowly. She could not bear the sight of the hungry animals repulsed34 by these children, who looked all fat cheeks.
No wonder the dogs she met appeared to be always watching their opportunity to bite somebody’s legs; that the cats seemed to have no purr in them; the birds no sweet thanksgiving 79song; that the crests35 of the cocks and hens hung depressed36 like bits of red rags out of an old-clothes shop.
“I am sure these fowls37 have no merry thoughts,” said Kitty, trying to make a joke just because she felt so miserable38.
A fat small boy, with cheeks the color and shape of suet-dumplings, was sitting apart by himself, gazing with a melancholy39 air at a tart17 that he had nibbled40 all round.
“I cannot finish it,” he said to Kitty, looking sadly at her. “I have shaken myself, but it makes no difference. There is no more room inside me.”
“Never mind, you’ll eat it by and by, when you are hungry again. It will taste better then,” said Kitty encouragingly.
“It could not taste better,” said the boy sadly. “It was a beautiful tart, all jam and almonds, with custard on the top. A lovely tart. I have eaten thirteen, all different. I feel a little sick. Ah!” he went on with a sigh that almost blew his tart away, “what a dreadful thing to have all those good things to 80eat and not to be hungry! I wish I were always hungry, and had always something good to eat.”
“But then you would do nothing but eat,” remarked Kitty, turning away.
81“Nothing but eat tarts and cakes and sweets, never feel sick, never be interrupted; that must be heaven,” said the boy, nodding drowsily41.
Kitty was leaving him with the toss of her head, the firm closing of her lips, and dilating42 of her nostrils43 that was her usual way of showing indignation, when she recollected44 that she did not know her way to Daddy Coax’s house.
“Please before you go to sleep,” she said, steadily45 looking over the boy’s head, but trying to make her voice sound pleasant, “would you tell me the way to Daddy Coax’s house?”
“Yes, I know it; it is close to the sweet-stuff shop. Straight on.” The boy made an effort to get up, but down he sprawled46 again. “I cannot walk just now, or I would go with you as far as the sweet-stuff shop. There is lovely barley-sugar and plum-cake, and lots of raisins47. Bath-buns stuck all over with lumps of sugar, and jam-puffs. Which do you like best, jam-puffs or plum-cake?”
“Neither,” said Kitty, jerking out the word and jerking up her chin.
“Neither!” feebly echoed the fat boy, his 82cheeks quivering with surprise. “Bath-buns, then?”
“You are very dull,” interrupted Kitty with flashing eyes. “Whichever way I turn the conversation you turn it back to tarts and cakes.”
“Con—ver—sa—tion! What is that? Is it plum-preserves or straw—ber—ry?” and he nodded asleep with a snore.
“Conversation—preserves! He is stupid!” said Kitty, walking away. She tried to laugh, just to keep from feeling miserable.
Naughty Children Land was a dull, ugly place. She had changed her mind concerning it. She wished, with all the might of her little heart, she had never put her foot inside it, and she was glad Johnnie had not come with her.
As she came nearer to the end of the lane she could more plainly see the village of which she had caught only glimpses. There were the houses with the broken window-panes, through which she could see the smashed crockery and furniture, and the cross, fat children looking 83out. There were the gardens all a-tangle of thistles and weeds. There were more frightened animals, more shrieking48, squabbling children, kicking and growing purple in the face. There were the do-nothing children dolefully crying among their broken toys and their torn lesson-books. There were the mischievous49 children playing pranks50 upon everybody. All were unhappy! Coming, Kitty could not tell whence, and going, she did not know whither, appearing here—there—everywhere—as if out of the air, were the stern old ladies, pouncing51 upon the children and disappearing with them.
Kitty now perceived a group of little girls who looked tattered52 and torn, and who seemed to be playing at some game. They were running about in all directions, looking here—looking there—emptying their pockets—banging their sides—searching the ground—stopping suddenly and tapping their foreheads, as if to find something there.
They were in rags, but they had good-humored, slobbery, dirty faces.
“I beg your pardon for interrupting you; 84but could you tell me the way to Daddy Coax’s house?” Kitty asked in her best-company-manners voice, for she felt this was her last chance—no one else could tell her if these children did not.
“Daddy Coax! oh, yes, certainly—we know it quite well. Turn on your right—no—no—turn on your left. No; keep straight along.”
“Daddy Coax’s house! Why, of course—it’s somewhere.”
They all spoke53 together, or rather each before the other had finished, so their words sounded as if treading on each other’s heels. They all pointed54 as they spoke, first one way, then the other. At last they all tapped their foreheads, and looked at each other, as if for inspiration. Then they returned to their game. What was the game? Was it hunt the slipper55?
It was hunt the slipper, hunt the handkerchief, hunt the pencil, hunt everything!
“There’s my boot!” cried one. “It had got into my pocket.”
“I have found my handkerchief!” shouted another triumphantly56. “It had crumpled57 itself up in my sandwich-box.”
85“There is my geography-book, oh, dear! oh, dear! It had gone and thrown itself into the slop-pail.”
“Did any one ever see so many blots58?” dolefully muttered one little girl, turning over the pages of her copy-book. “It is all the fault of that paper. It attracts the ink so.”
Kitty rather liked this way of explaining the presence of blots. She thought there was something in it.
“Clang! clang!” went a bell. The untidy children rushed about, looking here, looking there, more furiously than ever, and as they searched they sang faster and faster:
“‘Where is it? where is it? where is it?
Where can it have got to?’ we say.
Only just turn your head, and you miss it.
Where’s this thing, and that thing, and t’other?
Oh, dear, what a terrible bother
That things should be always astray.
Where is it? where is it? we say.
They were all of them here just this minute,
Yet nothing will keep in its place,
As to ‘order’—just try to begin it.
Here’s the soap in a shoe, and the hammer,
The taffy put inside the grammar,
86The boot that was wanting a lace.
Oh, don’t talk to us of disgrace,
For nothing will keep in its place!
It’s hurry and scuttle59 and race;
That’s the way
Every day.
Where is it? where is it? we say.”
Singing the last words, they ran toward the village. As they ran they dropped their books, their pencils, their hats, their gloves.
“Well, they are untidy,” said Kitty.
She remained with her eyes round open with surprise. She was just on the threshold of a pretty house which she had not perceived before. There was a porch before the door, with a creeper over it; and under it an old gentleman was sitting fast asleep in a garden arm-chair, with a handkerchief over his knees.
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croaking
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sapphire
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joyously
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promenading
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droll
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tart
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pounce
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wriggling
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coax
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tarts
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puffed
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cramming
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hovered
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whine
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drowsily
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raisins
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pouncing
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