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Simon got to his feet, partly because he was afraid of another blow from the cudgel, and partly because he had a very great desire to know something of the Garulies. "Come along! come along!" said the queer little man, as he gave Simon another tap.
He had a knotty stick in his hand, and was tapping Simon over the head with it. "What do you want?" growled Simon. With that the old man hit him another sharp blow over the head. "Get up," he said, "and come with me, and I will show you where I live. I am one of the Garulies."
The beds were made of a great variety of mosses, woven together with the utmost delicacy of workmanship. There was a bath-tub made of a mussel-shell, cut into beautiful cameo figures. "How wonderful!" cried Simon, clapping his hands. "The Garulies work together!" said the old man, more decidedly than before.
And there were present the Garulies, and the Joblilies, and the Pickaninnies, and the Great Panjandrum himself, with his little, round button-at-the-top; and they all fell to playing the game of 'Catch-as-catch-can, till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots." Now you see where the Garulies and the Joblilies and the Pickaninnies came from.
Inside there was the daintiest chamber, all full of beautiful shells wrought into tiny articles of furniture. The floor was paved with shining pebbles, and the room was lit up by three fire-flies and two glow-worms. "How could you make the place so beautiful?" cried Simon. "The Garulies work together," said the old man, sharply.
We passed three gates, that were opened in the same manner, and found ourselves in front of a queer old house, with seventy-seven gables and ever so many doors, and over every door was written, "The Great Panjandrum Himself." There was a great bustle about the place, dried-up Garulies running around, dandy-looking Pickaninnies hopping about, and Joblilies swimming in the lake.
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