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"Where are we?" cried Peter, for the mouse galloped on, and Peter was getting frightened. "We are in the cellar," the voice of the Parsnip-man replied at his side. "Don't be frightened; it will be light again in a minute or two." Accordingly, in a few moments, Peter could see all around him. They had emerged from the cellar, and were now in the street.
"But how did I get here?" he asked, still stupefied with sleep. "You've never been anywhere else, you know," said his mother. "But I know the Parsnip-man took me away, and I rode on the mouse, too," said little Peter. "Nonsense, nonsense; you're still dreaming. There, get up and put on your clothes." "But I want the other clothes, the beautiful blue dress.
From time to time some little Parsnip-man in the company nodded to him; otherwise no one paid much attention to him. In this way they reached the farther end of the hall, where there was a throne, raised on a dais and covered by a canopy hung with purple. It was something like the throne Peter once saw when his aunt took him with her to the palace.
Little Peter had been asleep for a long time, when all at once he found himself suddenly twitched by the arm. He rolled over, rubbed his eyes, and then, to his amazement, saw the little Parsnip-man sitting by him on the quilt. He did not look a bit like a parsnip now. He had on a long yellow coat, and a little green hat on his head; and he nodded in quite a friendly way to Peter. "Come along!
Then Peter smiled expressively, but said nothing, for he thought "Mother won't believe me, I know. But who can the money have come from, except from the little Parsnip-man?" A certain old knight had a little daughter called Gertrude; and when his brother died, leaving an only son, he took the boy into his castle, and treated him as his own son. The boy's name was Walter.
It was almost pitch dark by the old house. Only one distant lamp gave a feeble glimmer. The Parsnip-man whistled as before. By and by Peter heard a sound like "Bst! bst!" He looked all round, but could see nothing. At this moment the Mannikin caught him by the arm and pointed upwards to a hole in the wall of the old house.
He had found a parsnip-root that looked exactly like a little man. It had a regular head of its own, with a long nose, its body was short, and it had two shrivelled stringy little legs; arms it had none. "That's a little Parsnip-man," said his mother, when Peter showed it to her. "A Parsnip-man?" muttered Peter below his breath, and he gazed doubtfully at the odd-looking root in his hand.
"The little Parsnip-man grinned so nastily at me, and such a loud noise came out of the stove and I let him fall!" His mother laughed at him. "You've been dreaming," said she. "The little man could not smile if he tried. The Parsnip-mannikins are only roots in the day-time, you know.
The wind had fallen, and there was a dead calm. The street-lamps were burning with a somewhat dim light, however. Peter could now plainly see the form of the little Parsnip-man riding beside him. The mice scampered on and on. A watchman was standing in the doorway of a house. His halberd reposed against the wall beside him.
Peter did so, and held fast by the little man's neck, who climbed nimbly up the rope-ladder to the opening in the wall above; and there Peter got down. Here there stood another Parsnip-man with a little lantern in his hand, which he turned on Peter's face, and then nodded to him in a friendly way. After which he unhooked the rope-ladder and drew it up.
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