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"At any rate," said Everychild, "it's no use your searching any more. You're looking for the crumbs you dropped, so you'd find the way home. But I should think you could guess the birds had eaten them all up!" Hansel turned to Grettel, his eyes more round than ever. "It must be true!" he exclaimed.
Come, mother and father of Hansel and Grettel: can you promise that hereafter you will love your children better than you love yourselves?" It was the father who replied, speaking in earnest tones: "Gladly shall we deny ourselves hereafter, if need be, that our children may have bread; and in all other ways we shall strive to show them that we love them better than we love ourselves."
Grettel was already looking at the youth out of the corner of her eye and smiling. "I'm going to speak to him," declared Hansel. "Hansel!" exclaimed Grettel; "we mustn't disturb him!" And she glanced at Everychild for approval though she hastily turned again so that she was observing the strange youth out of the comer of her eye, and she smiled more invitingly than ever.
Hansel seemed to agree with his sister for once; and he added to what she had said, "And you'll notice they didn't put any bread and cheese in the pockets, so far as anybody can find out." But Grettel threw her hands up and permitted her head to wilt over on one side. "There! We might just as well be going," she said. "Hansel never has a decent word to say.
And Grettel is such a simpleton, really. She keeps saying 'Think of something else for us to play, Cinderella think of something else. She never thinks of anything herself. Neither does Hansel, nor any of them." She sighed and glanced back the way she had come, and it was to be noted that the sound of playing had not been resumed. It was the Sleeping Beauty who replied.
Grettel said, "It's all very well, but no one can tell me we'll come to any good in this place surrounded by a forest in which there may be all kinds of monsters!" Tom Hubbard maintained that his little black dog had never had so many fleas since the day he was born, and that it was all the fault of the old castle.
Without even a hint of ceremony Hansel flung himself forward on his stomach and seized upon the tarts greedily. Even Grettel could not conceal her desire for food, and she exclaimed joyously, "Oh, tarts! Could I have one?" "Why not?" replied Jack lightly; whereupon Everychild placed a number of the tarts in her lap, and she began to eat heartily.
"It's your wit first of all," she declared knowingly. Hansel was pouting. "Your wit?" he said; "does it help you to get what you want? If it does, I'd like to know about it." Grettel had wriggled herself into a comfortable position; but now she sat up stiffly. She put her hand over her mouth and whispered, "Please, Hansel, don't say anything about food!"
Jack could not help saying "Ho hum!" in a rather bored way, though he politely placed his hand over his mouth. "There's nothing great about it," he said, "when you're fixed for it. I've my seven-league boots, and my invisible cloak, and my sword of sharpness. You can't help winning with them. Of course, there's my wit, too." Grettel smiled mysteriously and nodded her head.
But he thought it best to speak cheerfully. "We were just wishing for breakfast," he said. "But of course it didn't do any good, because we hadn't any lamp." Aladdin's eyes began to twinkle again. "What did you wish for breakfast?" he asked. Hansel made haste to say, "Sausages and plenty of them!" Grettel reflected and said: "Eggs. Some nice poached eggs."
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