“Jumping caterpillars4!” ejaculated the Pixie. “I guessed right.”
“You are naturally surprised,” said the Beauteous Maiden, in a low melodious5 voice, “to see me in place of that odious6 frog. I cannot tell you how grateful I am to you for giving me back my natural form, though it can be only for a brief time.”
“Have a chair,” said Wendell as soon as he could recover from the shock.
“Thank you,” said the maiden, seating herself and gracefully7 crossing one knee over the other. “As the story of my life is a long one and my time is short, I will begin it at once.{39}”
“Once upon a time there lived a maiden who was so beautiful and so good that everyone loved her. That maiden, of course, was myself. While I was still an infant, my mother died and my father married again. He chose for his second wife a woman who had a daughter of my own age. For many years we were a happy household, but after a time my stepmother was transformed into a cruel witch by the magic charms of an old Kobold.”
“Hold on!” cried the Pixie. “Does he live under Flag Staff Hill on the Common?”
“He does,” said the Beauteous Maiden.
“There, didn’t I tell you this thing was mixed up with him?” said the Pixie, turning triumphantly8 to Wendell. “I can always pick out his style.”
“The old Kobold,” went on the Beauteous Maiden, “gave my stepmother three magic gifts. The first was a cloak that rendered the wearer invisible. The second was a cap, and whoever put it on could read the thoughts of those about him. The third was a book of spells, containing all the spells and charms ordinarily used by magicians. The old Kobold decreed that my stepmother should remain under his spell as long as she held these gifts in her possession; but if she should be robbed of them, she would lose her base powers as a witch and be restored to her original virtuous9 self.”
“I see your work cut out for you,” said the Pixie in a low aside to Wendell.
“I cannot tell you,” continued the Beauteous Maiden, “what a wretched life I led from this time on. I was dressed in rags, had only cold scraps10 to{40} eat, and was forced to do the most menial work of the house, while my stepsister wore beautiful clothes and went to balls every night.”
“Why didn’t your father stop it?” put in Wendell. “I’ve always wondered about that in these stepmother stories—why the father stood for it.”
“I was coming to that,” said the Beauteous Maiden graciously. “My father died soon after his second marriage, and my stepmother married again.”
“I see,” said the Pixie thoughtfully. “She took a step farther.”
“Yes,” assented11 the Beauteous Maiden, “and he was a horrible giant whose favorite diet was little boys. In addition, my stepmother made life a burden to me by her magic arts. She spied upon all my actions with the Cloak of Darkness, and she spied upon all my thoughts with the Cap of Thought, and she was constantly using her Book of Spells to annoy me. When I was making doughnuts, she would change the rolling pin into an eel12 which would wriggle13 away from me, and annoying things of that kind. My stepsister, too, once as dear to me as my own sister could have been, seemed to come gradually under the Kobold’s spell. While every one admired and loved me for my youth, innocence14, and beauty, she was so jealous that she constantly sought to do me an injury. At length, matters came to a climax15. One of the Boston papers held a beauty contest, and, all unknown to me, a good neighbor sent in my photograph in competition. It had been advertised that the winner of the contest would be offered a con{41}tract with one of the moving-picture companies as a prize, but I knew nothing of it. Judge, then, of my surprise and delight, when a reporter for the paper called to say that I had won the competition and with it the contract as a movie star. But my joy was equalled only by the rage of my cruel stepmother and the jealousy16 of my ugly stepsister. They resolved that I should never sign that contract, and my stepmother sent me at once with a letter to be delivered to the old Kobold, requesting him to put the bearer to death.
“This horrible design would doubtless have been carried out, but on the way to Boston I sat down to rest for a few moments in the Fenway and fell asleep. While I was asleep, a Metropolitan17 Park policeman happened that way, and stood transfixed at the sight of my beauty. Noticing the letter, which I held in my hand, he took it, opened and read it, and was shocked beyond measure at the dreadful fate designed for me. He cast about for means to avert18 it, and at length wrote another letter, requesting the Kobold to change the bearer into a fairy, and substituted this letter for the original one. Soon after, I awoke and went on my way, all unconscious of these events. I presented the letter to the Kobold, who immediately used his magic charm to transform me. Unfortunately, the policeman did not write a very legible hand. The Kobold read frog for fairy and changed me to the horrible form in which you first beheld19 me.”
“There’s a lesson for you, young man,” said the Pixie severely20. “You don’t write any too good a hand yourself.{42}”
“My time is short,” went on the Beauteous Maiden. “The courage and devotion of my rescuer,” she turned a sad little smile on Wendell, who wriggled21 uncomfortably, “has made it possible for me to resume my natural form for a short time, in order to tell my story, but soon I must return to the shape of a frog. So I will tell you of the further task that lies before you.
“You must go alone at midnight to the hill where the Kobold dwells, and summon him forth22 by saying these magic words:—
“Green hill, green hill, open to me.
I would the wise old Kobold see.”
“Well, if that isn’t conceited23!” said the Pixie scornfully. “Of all the nonsense! ‘The wise old Kobold’! My word!”
“When the Kobold comes out, you must tell him that you have come to rescue the Beauteous Maiden and inquire his terms. He will ask you to perform a task for him, and when it is completed, I shall be free.”
“I know just what he’ll ask you, too,” put in the Pixie. “Same superannuated24 stuff! He’ll ask you to guess his name.”
“Well, what is his name?” asked Wendell, looking from the Pixie to the Beauteous Maiden and back again.
“How should I know?” shrugged25 the Pixie. “He doesn’t know, himself, really. He stuck to Rumpelstiltskin a few hundred years, but lately he changes it every time. He has to, you know, because{43} he always gives it away, himself, spinning ’round on one leg. That’s just how much sense he has.”
“Which side of the hill, I wonder,” went on Wendell, turning to the Beauteous Maiden, but to his startled surprise, she had vanished, and there sat the frog, as green, as goggle-eyed, as unintelligent, as altogether repulsive26 as if it had never won a beauty contest in its life.
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n.少女,处女;adj.未婚的,纯洁的,无经验的 | |
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