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Updated: June 28, 2025
And instantly the thought came to Everychild that at whatever cost he must save the splendid stranger from that terrible sword of sharpness which Jack the Giant Killer was even now drawing from its scabbard. It was plain that Jack was in a determined mood. He was no longer seated with the others. He drew off a little and capered in a very confident manner.
"And does a thorough job, too," said the first daughter. Everychild assumed a very grave air. "How often does this happen?" he asked. "Every night," he was assured. He made a very wry face. "But such things . . ." He couldn't think of the right word at first. Then he asked, "But isn't it all very very vulgar?" The first daughter sighed. "I suppose so," she admitted.
I stole under the haystack to snatch a few extra winks, and when I was discovered my shame and disgrace were heralded forth to all the world." And again the poor child sobbed without restraint. "And this dear little girl with you," asked Cinderella, who had been walking side by side with Everychild, "who is she?" Little Boy Blue checked his grief long enough to stare at Cinderella incredulously.
"Not to have them listen when you speak, as if you were in the way . . ." Cinderella gazed at him darkly. "Child, what do you know of such things?" she demanded. Everychild answered simply, "Our mothers were like that too. I know what it means." Cinderella said, "Your mothers?" "First it was just me," explained Everychild. "And then it was Hansel and Grettel."
A light leap, and Everychild was in the room, advancing and taking in his surroundings with amazed eyes. But no one paid any attention to him. Hubert de Burgh stood near Prince Arthur, a smoking iron in his hand. The two attendants closed the door behind them with a crash. Then Arthur spoke again: "I could not bear to have them looking, Hubert," he said. "It will be easier, just we two alone.
But the giant, his hands hanging limp now, and his eyes staring into vacancy, repeated in the same hoarse voice: "She is gone!" As they left the temple behind them, on their return journey, Everychild could not help thinking that it was a very good thing to have found that the giant's mother was not in the temple.
Everychild looked to see who it was that had spoken: and whom should he behold emerging from the forest but Father Time! He carried his scythe and sand-glass, and he moved forward with majesty, yet with haste. He fixed his gaze upon Jack and uttered one more thrilling word "Stop!"
In the meantime Everychild and his companions had come up. "Such a cute little chap," said Everychild. Then he spoke to the child. "Where are you going, little boy?" he asked. The little boy looked at Everychild blankly. He looked at him quite a long time. Then he looked at the other members of the band. Finally he looked at Everychild again, still with a blank expression.
Still standing with downcast eyes he could not know how radiantly she appeared before him. He could not see how the mask fell from her face at last. The Masked Lady no more, but Truth herself in all her glory! She cried out triumphantly, "Lift up your eyes, Everychild, and look at me!" He lifted his eyes slowly, gaining courage little by little.
They could leave the shoe only one at a time. They began descending the ladder in a sort of procession. You would have thought the last one would never make her appearance. They paid very little attention to Everychild. They began taking in the wash. Some held their arms out to receive the clothes which others removed from the line. They took the line down the last thing of all.
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