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Updated: June 17, 2025
From my cradle onward I was surrounded by replicas of ancient art; at ten years of age I read Gil Blas, at twelve La Pucelle. Where others had Hop-o'-my-thumb, Bluebeard, Cinderella, as childhood friends, mine were Venus and Apollo, Hercules and Lackoon. My husband's personality was filled with serenity and sunlight.
All this did not give Hop-o'-my-thumb any concern, for he thought himself quite sure of getting back by means of the crumbs that he had dropped by the way; but when he came to look for them he found that not a crumb was left, for the birds had eaten them all up. The poor children were now sadly off, for the further they went the harder it was for them to get out of the forest.
The Ogress then came to court, and lived very happily for many years, enjoying the vast fortune she had found in the Ogre's chests. As for Hop-o'-my-thumb, he every day grew more witty and brave; till at last the king made him the greatest lord in the kingdom, and set him over all his affairs. The Little Glass Slipper.
The brothers now were very glad to do whatever he told them, and so they soon came to their father's house. In the mean time Hop-o'-my-thumb went up to the Ogre softly, pulled off his seven-league boots very gently, and put them on his own legs: for though the boots were very large, yet being fairy-boots, they could make themselves small enough to fit any leg they pleased.
But that being metal, they had moved consciously, thoughtfully, deliberately. They were metal things with MINDS! That that was the incredible, the terrifying thing. That and their power. Thor compressed within Hop-o'-my-thumb and thinking. The lightnings incarnate in metal minacules and thinking. The inert, the immobile, given volition, movement, cognoscence thinking. Metal with a brain!
At that moment Van Alen hated him that Hop-o'-my-Thumb of another age, founder of a pigmy race, who, by his braggart will, had that night brought upon this one of his descendants the scorn of a woman. And even as he thought of her, she came in, with the yellow flare of a candle lighting her vivid face. "I thought you might need a light," she said; "it grows dark so soon."
As soon as Hop-o'-my-thumb heard him snore, he awoke his brothers, and told them to put on their clothes quickly, and follow him. They stole down softly into the garden, and then jumped from the wall into the road: they ran as fast as their legs could carry them, but were so much afraid all the while, that they hardly knew which way to take.
For a few moments the man's savage look seemed to fascinate me, and I felt horribly alarmed, as I could think for the moment about nothing but the Ogre and Hop-o'-my-thumb, and wonder whether he was going to take out a big knife and threaten me.
The water kep' a comin' and a comin'." "Yes, you little naughty girl, and you kept pumping and pumping." "I'm isn't little naughty goorl," thought Katie, indignantly; "but Ruthie's naughty goorl, and Hollis velly naughty goorl." "O, here you are, you little Hop-o'-my-thumb," said Mrs. Clifford, coming into the pantry; "a baby with a cough in her throat and pills in her pocket musn't get wet."
One day, while I was spinning out my daily quota of prose, there came a banging at my study-door: 'It's I, Lucie! Come quick: the reds have gone into the blacks' house. Come quick! 'And do you know the road they took? 'Yes, I marked it. 'What! Marked it? How? 'I did what Hop-o'-my-Thumb did: I scattered little white stones along the road. I hurried out.
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