“I might help,” said the Pixie. “I rather like a lark2 of that kind.”
“Oh, if you’d help,” said Wendell. “That would be great. What could you do?”
“Well, I have some rather neat transformation3 charms, myself,” said the Pixie. “I suppose if I once got you into the house, you could do the rest.”
“I guess so,” said Wendell. “I could hide in the oven or something.”
“I’ll have to make you pretty small to get into one of these gas ranges they use now-a-days,” said the Pixie thoughtfully. “You have to think of everything, you know, in this business, or else you lose by a fluke. I have it. I’ll change myself into an organ grinder, and you into the monkey.{67}”
“Yes!” jeered4 Wendell. “Nice chance a monkey would have to be let into anybody’s house.”
“Well, of course,” said the Pixie, somewhat crestfallen5, “it was only a suggestion.”
“It’s got to be something that anybody would be glad to have in their house,” said Wendell. “Something helpful. A furnace man. Or a gas man—to read the meter.”
“Nobody’s glad to have him in their house,” grunted6 the Pixie. “But I get your idea. Why not a plumber7 to stop a leak? I have a fine plumber’s transformation among my charms. I’ll be the plumber and you can go as my assistant. Good idea, what?”
“The very thing,” said Wendell.
“Well, after school to-morrow, you get into your oldest clothes, and I’ll come around.”
Wendell hurried home the next afternoon and hunted out an old suit that he had withheld8 from the Morgan Memorial Goodwill9 bag, in case of a painting job or something. Hardly had he got into these clothes, when he heard an impatient honking10 in the street. Looking out, he saw in front of the curb11 a huge Cadillac with the driver’s seat occupied by a young chap in workingman’s clothes who grinned up at him and beckoned12 frantically13.
Wendell went down.
“I wouldn’t have known you,” he said. “It’s a fine disguise.”
“I think it’s rather neat,” returned the Pixie with quiet pride. He had a young, pleasant, intelligent face, and no one could possibly have taken him for a{68} Pixie. He was very suitably dressed in khaki trousers, blue coat, tan shoes, and visored cap, all somewhat creased14 and soiled, and a bundle of tools lay on the seat beside him.
“Where did you get the car?” asked Wendell.
“Part of the outfit,” responded the Pixie. “I couldn’t pass for a plumber, these days, could I, unless I went to my job in a high-powered touring car?”
The Pixie guided the car deftly15 down the hill, and turned from the dimpling blue Charles River into Beacon16 Street. They spun17 out over the smooth pavement through Boston and into Brookline, consulted the address that the Beauteous Maiden18 had written down, conferred with a policeman or two, and at length turned into one of the pretty winding19 roads that net the Boston suburbs.
“That’s it,” said the Pixie. “There’s the number.”
It was an attractive modern house of the near-Colonial style of architecture, white-painted, with green blinds, a brick porch, a very well-kept lawn, the whole tasteful, but not pretentious20.
The Pixie rang the bell.
After a few moments, the door was opened by a young lady, who, while not positively21 deformed22, was so very, very plain, that Wendell knew at once that she was the Ugly Stepsister.
“Leak in the bathroom?” asked the Pixie, with a concise23, business-like air.
“I didn’t know it. I’ll ask Mummer,” said the young lady. She left the door ajar, and they heard{69} her calling, “Mummer!” as she retreated to the back of the house.
“I might slip in now, don’t you think?” asked Wendell.
“No, no!” whispered the Pixie sternly. “Wait and walk in like a gentleman. No sneaking24 when you’re with me, young man.”
Wendell felt somewhat abashed25, and yet resentful.
“I’d like to know if it isn’t sneaking to—” he began, but just then a door opened from the kitchen and the Cruel Stepmother came forward. She had projecting teeth, and a hooked nose and chin, and her hair straggled uncombed about her face.
“What do you want?” she said.
“Leak in the bathroom,” said the Pixie briefly26. “Your husband telephoned.”
“Oh,” said she. “Right up the stairs there.”
The Pixie went up with the bag of tools on his shoulder, followed closely by Wendell, and found a neat tiled bathroom. He unrolled his tools, selected a monkey-wrench and went to work on the bath-tub pipes. The two women had remained downstairs.
“Well, you’re here,” said the Pixie in a low tone.
“What would you do next?” whispered Wendell.
“Look about a bit,” rejoined the Pixie. “I’ll keep my ear cocked.”
Wendell tiptoed carefully into the hall and peeked27 into the front bedroom. He tried a closet door, found it unlocked, opened it and peered in at the usual collection of clothes hanging in closets. There was nothing that looked like a magic cloak. He tiptoed{70} into the next bedroom and was investigating the contents of the closet there, when he heard a sudden exclamation28 from the Pixie in the bathroom. He went in hastily, asking, “Have you found anything?”
The Pixie had entirely29 disconnected the bath-tub and disjointed the pipes, which lay strewn over the white-tiled floor. He was hastily rolling up his bundle of tools.
“I’m off,” he said. “If the lady asks, tell her I’ve gone for my tools.”
“When are you coming back?” asked Wendell.
“Not at all,” said the Pixie, blithely30 but hurriedly.
“But aren’t you going to put the plumbing31 together again?” asked Wendell in dismay. “They can’t ever do it.”
“I guess they can do it as well as I can,” returned the Pixie. “I never took even a correspondence course in plumbing. So long.”
“But what about me?” protested Wendell.
“Well, here you are,” said the Pixie impatiently. “You said if I once got you in here, you’d be all right. I’ve got to be on the way.”
“Yes, but don’t you think the Giant may come?”
“I do, indeed,” said the Pixie, who was now at the top of the stairs. “In fact, I saw him only a moment ago coming down the street.”
With these words, he hurried down, opened and closed the front door, swiftly but cautiously, and before Wendell had recovered from the shock, there rose the purr of the motor, and the car was off.
Its sound had hardly died away, when there came{71} a heavy tread on the piazza32 that shook the house, the door was violently thrown open, and a huge voice roared,
“Fee, fi, fo, fum!
I smell the blood of—”
The roar stopped short. Wendell heard the Stepmother’s voice.
“I wish you’d learn to control that fee, fi, fo, fum business!” she scolded. “You scared the cook so badly with it this morning that she gave notice, and here I’ve had to cook the dinner. It may have been all right back in Cornwall several hundred years ago, but it doesn’t go here.”
“Well, I’m sure,” said the Giant, “I didn’t mean anything. I do smell the blood of some one.”
“It’s that plumber upstairs,” she said. “Come in and eat your dinner.”
“Plumber?” said the Giant, and followed her into the dining-room.
They shut the door, but the Giant’s roar was so loud that Wendell could still hear his part of the conversation, like one end of a telephone talk.
“Where is the leak?”
. . . . . . . . . .
“How did you know there was one, then?”
. . . . . . . . . .
“No, I didn’t. No such thing.”
. . . . . . . . . .
“Well, if he said I called him up, he’s probably a gang of thieves. I’ll get the police. What did he look like?”
. . . . . . . . . .
{72}
“With a small boy, eh? I knew I smelled small boy. I’ll bet he’s one of these Giant-killer smarties. I’ll soon fix him.” He rose, shaking the house with his heavy tread.
Wendell was a brave boy, but who wouldn’t quail33 before an angry giant? Wendell quailed34. He looked around for a place to hide.
The bathroom occupied a little ell with eaves, and under the eaves ran a wainscoting, broken by a little door that was evidently the entrance to a low closet. Wendell opened it and crawled in, not quite closing the door, as it had no handle on the inside. He crouched35 behind a trunk, pulled down some old clothes from a nail to cover him, and kept very still, all but his heart, which thumped36 loudly.
“They’re not here,” he heard the Stepmother say. “It looks as if they were coming back, though.”
“They are here,” roared the Giant. “The small boy’s here. I can smell him. He’s in that closet.”
He flung open the door.
“Bring a light,” he commanded.
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creased
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