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Every day a big pumpkin would be cooked, and as my mother had to leave us so as to attend to her work, enough pumpkin would be left in the pot to last us all day. "I remember that time very well," Mr. Thimblefinger continued, with a sigh, "for I was getting fat and growing to be almost as large as the rest of the children.
"How do you get to your country?" inquired Buster John, who was keen for an adventure. "The nearest way is by the spring," replied Mr. Thimblefinger. "That is the only way you could go." "Can I go too?" asked Sweetest Susan. "And Drusilla?" "Oh, of course," said Mr. Thimblefinger, shrugging his shoulders. "One can go or all can go." "Do you go down the spring branch?" asked Buster John.
"Pick 'im up an' show 'im to your ma!" exclaimed Drusilla suddenly. "No, no, no!" cried Mr. Thimblefinger, leaping to his feet. "That would spoil everything. No grown person living in this country has ever seen me. No, no! don't try that. It would spoil your luck. I wouldn't be here now if the Dolls' Grandmother hadn't begged me to come with her last night.
But it was such a queer one, and I was listening so closely, that I came very near falling off the door-knob when some one started to come out. I think we'd better eat our pie first. I might get one of those huckleberries in my throat while talking, and there's no doctor close at hand to keep me from choking to death." So they ate their huckleberry-pie, and then Mr. Thimblefinger told the story.
Drusilla laughed. "La! Hit's dat dead lim' ober de spring, an' dere's a jay-bird hoppin' about in it right now. Ain't I done heah yo' pa say dat lim' 'll hafter be cut off 'fo' it fall an' break somebody's head?" "Well, well! She ain't so bad off up here as I thought she was," said Mr. Thimblefinger, tapping his forehead significantly.
Rabbit slowly raised himself from his chair and examined the seat closely. "I missed Mr. Thimblefinger," he said, "and I was afraid I had sat on him." "Oh, no!" cried Mr. Thimblefinger, coming out from under the steps; "I was just resting myself." "Mr. Thimblefinger will take care of himself, I'll be bound," exclaimed Mrs. Meadows. "He's little; but is a mountain strong because it is big?"
I don't know how I'd look at it now, because I'm not so nimble footed as I used to be, nor so full of mischief." "If there had been many more such fools in your neighborhood," remarked Mr. Thimblefinger, "you could have set up a grocery-store." There was a little pause, and then Mrs. Meadows, looking around, exclaimed: "Just look yonder, will you?"
Thimblefinger, who had been running a little way ahead, suddenly paused and waited for the children to come up. "Come to think of it," he remarked, "you may have heard of some of my family. I call them my family, but they are no kin to me. We just live together in the same house for company's sake." "They are not fairies?" suggested Sweetest Susan. Mr. Thimblefinger shook his head. "Oh, no!
"Why, that puts me in mind of the story But never mind! I'm always thinking about old times." Mr. Rabbit sighed as he said this. "Oh, please tell us the story," pleaded Sweetest Susan, anxious to make friends with Mr. Rabbit. He shook his head. "Mrs. Meadows can tell it better than I can." "Dinner!" cried Mr. Thimblefinger. "What about dinner?" "Dinner'll be ready directly," replied Mrs. Meadows.
It is as dry as the air we breathe. It is now two minutes after twelve o'clock. We'll go to the spring, wait until the time comes, and then you will see for yourselves." As they went toward the spring Mr. Thimblefinger running on before with wonderful agility Drusilla touched Sweetest Susan on the arm. "Honey," said she, "don't let dat creetur pull you in de spring.
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