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So Wry-Face put the potato in the bin. When he had done that he went back to bed, and slept, and slept. When the sun was shining he awakened, and he remembered that he had to carry the potatoes back to One-Eye, the potato-wife; and he was as cross as anything. The Fairy Sack of Pearls "Well, I suppose I must!" he said. And when he had had his breakfast, he went to his cupboard to get a sack.
And he knew nothing of the spell which Oh-I-Am had placed by his door. The Lumpy Mattress Now he got into bed, and thought he would go to sleep; but, oh, how hard the mattress was! Wry-Face lay this way, then that, but no matter what way he lay, he found a great lump just beneath him which was as hard as hard, and as nobbly as could be.
But if you will wait till to-morrow, dear potato, I will carry you to One-Eye, the potato-wife I will, indeed!" At first the potato was unwilling to listen to this, but after a while it said: "Very well, then, I will wait till the morning. But this much I know, my Wry-Face, if you do not carry me then to One-Eye, the potato-wife, I shall get into your mattress and roll again every night!"
Wry-Face wept again with horror at the sight. "I should like to know," cried he, "what are you doing in my fine apple-pie." But the brown potato replied, as cool as cool, "I am one of the potatoes belonging to One-Eye, the potato-wife, and I turned the apples out, that I might hide here a while.
But he did not see the spell which Oh-I-Am had placed by his door. What he did see was a great potato-plant which had sprung up suddenly close to his window, and was springing up farther still, high, high, and higher. "Good gracious me!" cried Wry-Face in a rage, "I never planted a potato-plant there, not in my whole life! Now I should just like to know what you are doing by my window?"
He put into it a potato, and a grain of earth, and a down from a pillow, and a pearl, and an apple-pip from a pie. And when the spell was ready, he lay down, and fell asleep. Wry-Face had gone round to all the neighbours to tell them the grand joke about One-Eye, the potato-wife. Sometimes he told it through the window, and sometimes he stood at the door.
"Dear me, what can be the matter?" thought Wry-Face; for he could hardly see to finish making his pie. Then he heard a little voice from his window, crying, "Here I am, Wry-Face, here I am!" But he could not go out to see what it was yet awhile. Then the apple-pie was finished, and in the oven; and Wry-Face ran outside as fast as he could.
Wry-Face the gnome stared, and stared, and stared, his eyes growing rounder and rounder; but he had no time to weep on account of Heigh-Heavy the Giant who had fallen into a rage terrible to see.
"She will soon forget this whining wry-face." Halfman disengaged himself from the pressure of his companion's hand. "It is so to be hoped," he said, drearily; "it is so to be believed. Woman's love-memory is a kind of quicksand that can swallow a score or so of gallant gentlemen and show no trace of their passage." "A curse on your poppycoddle," Sir Rufus grumbled. "I must be stirring.
At last he went in, and took his pie out of the oven, and set it in the pantry, for it was quite done. And he found a spade, and went out, and began to dig and dig at the root of the potato-plant. But his digging did not seem to make any difference; and the evening began to grow darker. Wry-Face fetched his little lamp, which is named Bright-Beauty, and which always burns without flickering.
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