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Wry-Face tossed and tossed till it was nearly morning; and his bones were so sore that he could lie no longer. Then he pulled the mattress from the bed and cut a great hole in it, and when he had searched and searched he found in the middle of the mattress a big brown potato! "This," cried Wry-Face, "is why I have not slept the whole night through!" and he wept like anything.
But Wry-Face said to himself as, weeping, he carried the potatoes to the potato-wife: "I will never play a trick on anyone again, not as long as I live!" The Pot of Gold Chrif begins the Search Once upon a time there stood by the roadside an old red house. In this house lived three people. They were an old grandmother; her grandchild, Rhoda; and a boy named Christopher.
But this I must tell you, my Wry-Face, unless you take me home immediately to the potato-wife, here, in this pie-dish, I intend to remain." "Alas," cried Wry-Face, "to-night I am so tired I could never find One-Eye; but if you will but wait till to-morrow, I will carry you home to the potato-wife I will indeed!"
"Now there is one thing quite certain," said Heigh-Heavy, "and that is that you shall never marry my daughter So-Small; for, my Wry-Face, I will turn you into a brown potato, and a brown potato you shall remain your whole life through!" When Wry-Face heard this terrible threat, he took to his heels, and ran from the Most-Enormous-House of Heigh-Heavy the Giant.
"Well, I do declare!" cried Wry-Face. "I should like to know what you have to do with my fine garden!" The potato replied, "I jumped here from the cart of One-Eye, the potato-wife, and it is quite certain that, unless I am taken back to her immediately, I shall start again, growing, and growing, and growing!" "Dear potato, you must not start growing again!" cried Wry-Face, in a great way.
Wry-Face, the gnome, laughed to himself so that he ached, and he rolled over the ground with mirth. Then he flew away, laughing as he went. But One-Eye, the potato-wife, was not laughing. Her tears went drip-drip as she started to gather her potatoes together. And as to getting her cart straight again, she did not know how she was to do it.
But remember, if to-morrow you do not carry me home to One-Eye, the potato-wife, I shall grow into a potato-tree, without a doubt!" So Wry-Face carried the potato into his house, and stored it in his bin. But he never noticed the spell which Oh-I-Am had placed by his door. The Strange Apple Pie "I am so tired, I can hardly yawn," said Wry-Face. "It is quite time I had my supper, and went to bed."
When it was evening-time, he stole out and laid it by Wry-Face's door. Then he went home, and went to bed. The Magic Potato Plant Wry-Face was making a pie for his supper. Suddenly the room became dark as dark. The darkness was not night coming on, for this was summer-time and night never came on as quickly as all that.
At first the potato would not agree to this at all, but after a while it said, "Very well, I will wait till to-morrow. But remember, my Wry-Face, if to-morrow you do not carry me home to One-Eye, I will creep into every pie you make; and you will die at last of starvation without a doubt!" So Wry-Face stored the potato in the potato-bin, and he went supperless to bed.
But the potato was as cool as cool. "I belong," it said, "to One-Eye, the potato-wife; and let me tell you, my little gnome, unless you take me to her immediately, I shall climb into your mattress again; and there I shall remain!" "Alas," cried Wry-Face, "I have tossed about for hours and hours, and am too tired to do anything.
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