SMISSMUFFET CHRISTMAS PART MUEL M'CHORD CROTH Cfje Htforarp of tfje Cn&otoeb bp Wfyz dialectic anb Pinter'* J Cro\ port) J 193226 Crothers Miss Muffet's Christinas party UNIVERSITY OF N.C. AT CHAPEL HILL 00022085299 This BOOK may be kept out TWO WEEKS ONLY, and is subject to a fine of FIVE CENTS a day thereafter, it-was taken out on the day indicated below: i pa fsjceij i, XR^; Apr29'40 IuT29*40 Augi3 f 4$ 16' building m unly -.1 1 1-« 'y'44LS AUG 25194 AU6 27- 51 TRANSFE JUVENILE HJST Lib. iOM-Fe '38 2 5 1962 TRANSFERRED JUVENILE HIST TO DRiCAL COLL* Building U^e Only JUVENILE HISTORICAL COU- uilding Use ro )R!CAL COLL. Only Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill http://www.archive.org/details/missmuffetschriscrot •T^E^BS irjF ~: : *§W\ y y^ MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY BY SAMUEL McCHORD CROTHERS ILLUSTRATIONS BY OLIVE M. LONG H i * \ m BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY (3tbe ifttoerjeibe pre^s Cambtibjje COPYRIGHT, 1902 BY SAMUEL McCHORD CROTKERS ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TEfy &ibersi&e $tes& CAMBRIDGE • MASSACHUSETTS PRINTED IN THE U. S. A. TO MARGERY BECAUSE, AMONG OTHER THEMIS WE LIKE THE SAME PEOPLE LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS PAQB A visitor came (page 4) Frontispiece Chapter Heading ......... 1 Mrs. Muffet had read this in a book . .... 2 To meditate on the passage of time ...... 3 The kind of thing that Miss Muffet sat on . . . 4 Fairly jumped off her tuffet ....... 6 Chapter Heading 8 They sat down .......... 9 Every town crier in England . . . . . . 13 The blighted being 15 Chapter Heading ...*...... 18 Miss Muffet closed her eyes 19 She could catch glimpses of travelers ..... 20 Tom Sawyer trying to " hitch on " behind . . . . .21 Alice with all the strange friends she had found in Wonderland 23 " This is the main caravan road to Bagdad " . . . . 25 Elves 28 The woods were full of merry little people .... 29 An old witch who ivas not nearly so bad as she looked . . .31 Chapter Heading ......... 32 Introduced the Orientals to the North Country people . . .33 Aladdin explains the virtues of his lamp ..... 37 " Listening . . . is hard on the eyes " ..... 39 Chapter Heading ......... 44 The shyest persons in the room 45 vi LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS Scampering off into the dark ....... 47 Chapter Heading ......... 54 " / am sorry to be so late "....... 55 Hal cut his string ......... 63 " / don't think I ever knew two persons more different " . . 65 " You dear little Rosamond " 67 Chapter Heading 69 One v>as beating the ofher 71 A little talk about dervishry ....... 73 An expressive glance at the executioner ..... 75 Aladdin's brother and the Dervish ...... 79 Chapter Heading ......... 82 " I must have the full set" 85 Telling anecdotes ......... 87 " It all depends on grammar " 89 Chapter Heading ......... 92 Wynken, Blynken, and Nod 93 He was a little prudent 96 The Rockaby Lady saying good-night ..... 97 Flew aivay . . . into the night ....... 100 Into his overcoat pocket ........ 101 Red Riding-Hood's Grandmother began to dance . . . 103 A long time to get on their overshoes 105 Closed her eyes .......... 106 Tail Piece 107 ,..-»o r ^rsSSfts*.^^ 1 ^ ^PSistir iPv 'Twas the night before Christmas, and it was very quiet in Mrs. Muffet's house, — altogether too quiet, thought little Miss Muffet, as she sat trying to eat her curds and whey. For Mrs. Muffet was a very severe mother and had her own ideas about bringing up children, — and so had Mr. Muffet, or rather he had the same ideas, only warmed over. One of these was on the necessity of care in the diet of growing children. "First," said Mrs. Muffet, " we must find out what the children don't like, and then we must make them eat plenty of it ; next to breaking their wills, there is nothing so necessary as breaking their appetites." Mrs. Muffet had read this in a book, and so she knew it must be 2 MISS MUFFETS CHRISTMAS PARTY true ; and Mr. Muffet had heard Mrs. Muffet say it so many times that he knew it was true. So every morning little Miss Muffet had three courses : first, curds and whey ; second, whey and curds ; third, curdled whey. She had the same things for the other meals, but the or- der was changed about. An experienced house- keeper tells me that the third course is impossible to prepare, as whey can- not be curdled. All I have to say is that this housekeeper had not known Mrs. Muffet. Mrs. Muffet could curdle anything. But the worst days of the year for little Miss Muffet were the holidays, for they were occasions that had to be improved. Now for a little girl to improve an occasion is about the hardest work she can do, especially when she does n't know how. If she had been left to herself, Miss Muffet would n't have improved them at all, but would have left them in their natural state. Mrs. Muffet had read this in a book MISS MUFFETS CHRISTMAS PARTY " Christmas," said Mrs. Muffet in her most economical tone, " comes but once a year, so we must make it go as far as possi- ble. The best way for a child to do that is to sit and meditate. You've no idea how long a hol- iday seems till you sit still and think about it. Count sixty, that will be just one minute, and an- other, and an- other, and then $ps* another — sixty times one, and To meditate on the passage of time . 1 • , ■ then sixty times that, and then twenty-four times that makes — MISS MUFFET S CHRISTMAS PARTY well — it makes — the exact number doesn't mat* ter much," said Mrs. Muffet, who was n't quick at mental arithmetic, " but you '11 see that there are quite a considerable number of seconds in Christmas Day - — quite enough for any growing child." So at Christmas time Mrs. Muffet would go out to visit the neighbors, leaving the little girl seated on a very uncomfortable tuffet, to meditate on the passage of time. Perhaps some of you would like to know what a tuffet is. I have thought of that myself, and have taken the trouble to ask sev- eral learned persons. They assure me that the most complete and satisfactory definition is, — a tuffet is the kind of thing that Miss Muffet sat on. With this explanation I shall go on with my story. As she sat on her tuffet counting up the seconds of Christmas Eve, and had already reached the sum of two thousand one hun- dred and seven, a strange thing happened. A vis* The kind of thing that Miss Muffet sat on MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY 5 itor came and sat down beside her. You guess who he was ? Yes — an elderly, benevolent spi- der. He was short-sighted and wore green specta- cles, and had evidently a little rheumatism in his legs, but as he had eight of them, he managed to get along very well. Now the way you may have heard the story is that when the kind old spider sat down beside her, it frightened Miss Muffet away. That story must be true because I myself have seen it in print, but it happened at another time, when Miss Muffet was very little indeed. On the Christmas Eve I am telling about, she had become a very sensible little girl, and knew all about spiders, so instead of running away, she made room for him on the tuffet and said, " I am very glad to see you, Mr. Spider." Mr. Spider bowed and looked at her in a kindly way through his spectacles, but said nothing. " I hope your family are all well ; I mean the family Arachnida, sub-order, I forget the name. We 've enjoyed dissecting those we could get ; and you deserve a great deal of credit for the curious way in which you are put together, with your funny thorax and everything." " Let 's change the subject, Miss," said the 6 MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY spider, moving toward the further side of the tuffet. " This is Christmas Eve." " Yes/' answered Miss Muffet wearily. " Sixty (°5D Fairly jumped off her tuffet seconds make a minute ; sixty minutes make an hour. Even Christmas Eve will come to an. end some time ; but what 's the good ? For then Christ- mas will come, and that will never get through." MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY 7 " What do you say to a party ? " Miss Muffet fairly jumped off her tuffet, for she had never had a party in her life. " Who will invite the people ? " " I will," said the spider. " But do you think any one will come if you invite them ? " "Why not?" " Oh ! I was just thinking ; some people are such 'fraid-cats ; and then, you know, once, one of your family invited the fly to walk into his parlor. I don't believe the story one bit, but then, you know, Mr. Spider, it caused talk." Mr. Spider positively blushed green. "If you have no objection, let 's change the subject again. Business is business ; as for flies, there is a differ- ence of opinion about them, and we can't all live on curds and whey, Miss Muffet. But this is to be your party, and we should not invite flies but folks. How would you like to have a literary party, and invite all the people you 've read about ? " " How delightful ! " cried Miss Muffet gleefully. " What a dear old spider you are ! " " Let 's write the invitations immediately," said Mr. Spider, taking out of his pocket a ream of the most delicate cobweb paper. They sat down with their heads very close to- gether, and such a number of letters you never saw as Miss Muffet and the spider wrote. Some of them were very informal, like those beginning " Dear Little Bo-Peep " and " Dear Red Riding- Hood." They said, " Won't you come to a party at my house ? We 're going to have games." Others were very formal like that addressed to The Reverend Swiss Robinson and Family, Tent House, Desert Island, . stating that " Miss Muffet requests the pleasure of your company," etc. Then there were letters MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY 9 addressed to Wonderland and Back of the North Wind, and to Lilliput and the Land where the Jum- blies Live, and to all sorts of places which are to be found only on the best maps, and are not in the school geographies at all. Mr. Spider was very careful and businesslike, and insisted that Miss Mullet should always put down the exact address, for it would never do to have any of the letters go to the dead-letter office. "tfo&D They sat down Sometimes, however, they were puzzled to find the right direction. " Shall I address this letter to Norwich or the Moon?" asked Miss Muffet, handing him an envelope. 10 MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY " Ah ! " said the spider, " this is a difficult case ; it 's hard to reach these traveling men. Here is a gentleman residing in the Moon, who suddenly sets out for Norwich without leaving his address. Better direct the letter to ' Norwich, General Deliv- ery,' and write in the upper left hand corner, ' If not called for in five minutes, forward to the Moon.' ' : " And I suppose that Gloucester is Dr. Foster's address ? That is where I last heard of him." " No ; I 'm afraid we shall have to give the doctor up. He is a very peculiar man and took a prejudice against the town, and vowed he would never go that way again." "Oh, yes, I remember," said Miss Muffet; "it was because he did n't like the way they kept the roads." It was a difficult matter to get the correct titles for all the princes and princesses of Fairyland, and to learn the names of all the crowned heads. Of course, where their names were in the Court Direc- tory it was easy enough, for the spider had a huge volume at his elbow ; but he said that it was far from complete. All the giant-killers and the young men who married the kings' daughters were in it, but the kings themselves were often forgotten, • ' A certain king had three daughters,' " said MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY 11 Miss Muff et ; " that 's all that I know about him, but he ought to be invited. The postman will want to know which ' Certain King ' it is, and what he 's king of." " The best way to do," said the spider, " would be to address a hundred letters, each to i A Certain King,' asking His Majesty to honor your party with his presence, and to bring with him a i Certain Queen.' Then whenever the messenger comes across a king without any particular name he can give him an invitation. If you want to be more definite, you may address each letter to ( A Certain Kingdom.' " " But he has usually given away half of his kingdom." " That 's true," said the spider ; " you had better address it to 'The Other Half.' " Miss Muffet was troubled about the persons who had only lately risen in life. " There is Dumbling, who went out to chop wood, and the dwarf gave him a golden goose that made everything stick to it. The king's daughter in that certain kingdom had been so serious that the king had offered her to any one who would make her laugh ; and when she saw Dumbling with the goose under his arm and the maids and the parson and all the rest following after, she laughed out- 12 MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY right. She did n't mean to, but she could n't help it. And now Dumbling is a prince, and is living happily ever afterward. I wonder if that makes any difference in his feelings, or if he likes to be called Dumbling." The spider said that it all depended on his wife. With such a serious person as she had been one must be careful about etiquette. Because she had laughed once was no sign that she would do it again. " Shall you invite any plain boys and girls who live in the Every Day Country ? " asked the spider. This was a hard question, for the Muffets were an old family who had come across with Mother Goose, and at this moment Every Day Country seemed a long way off and just a bit uninteresting. But then Miss Muffet remembered how many kind friends she had found there, and answered, — " Oh, certainly, we must send invitations to the Every Day Country, for some of the folks there are just as good as the Dreamland people, only of course they have n't had the same advantages." So letters were sent to Prudy and Dotty Dimple and the Bodley Family, and to the Little Men and Little Women and Lord Fauntleroy and the rest. MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY n A special letter was written to the little Ruggleses, and to Tiny Tim and all the Cratchetts, for Miss Muffet knew that they were always ready to have Every town crier in England a good time on Christmas. A message was sent to every town crier in England, asking him to make immediate proclamation in the streets that if any small boy who was a Prince and a Pauper would make himself known, he would hear something 14 MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY greatly to his advantage, for he was invited to Miss Muffet's Party. The longest letter was that sent to Agamemnon Peterkin. Miss Muffet wrote it very carefully, underscoring all the important parts, and adding a map showing the way from the Peterkins' house to the palace. She asked him to bring all the family, including the little boys. "I don't see how he can make a mistake," she said, " but he probably will. They are all so in- genious. They find out how to make mistakes that other folks would never think of." "What about Mr. Henty's boys?" said the spider ; " there are so many of them." " There seem to be a great many of them," said Miss Muffet, " but I 've sometimes thought that there may be only two, only they live in differ- ent centuries and go to different wars. Boys can do that, can't they, Mr. Spider, if they are very brave?" The spider said he thought they could without changing their characters, but of course they would have to change their names. So an invitation was sent to Ronald Leslie, alias Wulf, Roger, Lionel, Stanley, etc., On The Firing Line, Near Carthage, Quebec, Crecy, Water- MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY 15 loo, Khartoum, or wherever the Enemy may be found in force. Forward by a swift messenger, trusty and true. "I shouldn't wonder if they might be a little late, for they may be taken pris- oner, and it al- ways takes them some time to es- cape." " Shall you in- vite any bad boys ? " asked the spider. " No," an- swered Miss Muffet severely, " not as a rule ; j but I think we | shall ask Mr. Aldrich's Bad Boy, for he is a blighted being. I think it's our duty to have him, — and then it C>he blighted being- ♦■^'h? 16 MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY would be such fun. And I suppose we ought to invite Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer to keep him company." " Of course you will invite all the good boys ? " " Of course we shall invite them, as a rule. But the good boys in the books are almost too good sometimes ; don't you think so, Mr. Spider ? I mean almost too good to be true. But that re- minds me ; I suppose we should invite Rollo? " " Yes," said the spider, " we certainly must invite Rollo ; he 's a worthy lad, and of an inquiring mind." " Oh dear ! " said Miss Muffet, tearing up the letter she had just written, " he 's so intelligent. I '11 have to write very correctly or he '11 criticise the spelling; and then if I invite Rollo, I shall have to invite Jonas, too." " Certainly," said the spider, " we must invite Jonas, and we must arrange some moral amuse- ment. Suppose in your invitation you leave out the word ' party ' and ask him to attend a ' serious symposium.' How would this do ? — ' Respected Sir, You are earnestly requested to attend a serious symposium at Miss Muffet's, to meet the Rev. Swiss Robinson and other persons interested in the edu- cation of youth. The Little Old Woman who MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY 17 lived in a Shoe will preside. There will be a number of papers, to be followed by a discussion.' " " How good that is ! Jonas would so love a dis< cussion," said Miss Muffet. " Shall we invite any giants ? " " No ; I don't want to be exclusive, but we must draw the line somewhere. Let 's draw it at giants." " Very well," said the spider, throwing into the waste-basket the letter he had just addressed to His Majesty the King of the Brobdingnags. At last the invitations were all written, and the kind old spider said, " Now lie down, my dear, on the tuffet and close your eyes, and I will make all the preparations and wake you in time for the party." Miss Muffet closed her eyes, and had already begun to dream of curds and whey, when all at once she was awakened and found herself in a most wonderful palace. The walls and floors were made of the sheerest, filmiest spider's-web, woven into a thousand delicate patterns. A soft light "shone through the tapestries, and the dewdrops on the roof sparkled like diamonds. The music that MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY 19 floated in through the open windows was not so much a sound as a part of the atmosphere. She was not sure whether she heard it or only breathed it in. Everything was so shimmering and so dainty that Miss Muffet might have thought that she was dreaming had it not been for the spider, who looked so comical in his dress-suit that she laughed outright. The moment she laughed, Miss Muffet knew that everything was real. For a minute she did not dare to trust herself on the floor, but when she took a step she had the most delightful experience of walking on air. She went to one of the great windows. If the palace Miss Muffet closed her eyes had been wonderful, how much more wonderful was the view from it. Far as the eye could reach were the shining paths of spider's-web, each one 20 MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY leading over hill and dale to the palace door. Now the paths were on the ground, now with bridges She could catch glimpses of travelers from grass blade to grass blade, sometimes from tree to tree ; and far off she could see them span- ning deep valleys among the hills. By and by she could catch glimpses of travelers on the road, / SLV ( v\ yv f /? Tom Sawyer trying to " hitch on " behind MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY 23 some in coaches, some on foot, some on horseback, coming by twos and dozens and scores. " They 're coming to the party," said the spider. Sure enough, there was Cinderella in her coach Alice with all the strange friends she had found in Wonderland with the Prince sitting by her side, and Tom Saw- yer trying to " hitch on " behind. And there was Alice with all the strange friends she had found in Wonderland ; and a very queer set they were, for Wonderland is rather out of the world, and the fashions of the Wonderlanders were peculiar, and 24 MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY not at all like anything Miss Muffet had ever seen before. And then how they did act ! It was a great relief to see, after the March Hare and the Cheshire Cat and the Duchess, who were skipping along in the most extraordinary manner, Mr. Robin- son Crusoe. " He looks so solid and respectable," said Miss Muffet, " and so English, you know." " Come to the east window," said the spider. Miss Muffet went with him and looked out on a great level road stretching toward the sunrise. Just where it seemed to touch the sky she could see a grove of palm-trees, and she thought she could see, beyond, the golden domes and minarets of a city. But she was not quite sure of this, for it might have been the clouds. A faint perfume as of rare spices floated to her as the wind sprang up. " This," said the spider, " is the main caravan road to Bagdad." A golden dust seemed to rise in the distance among the palms. At last Miss Muffet could see a caravan. " Take this glass," said the spider, handing her an opera-glass. Then Miss Muffet could see very well. There were the Sultan and the Caliph and the Grand Vizier, and the silk merchants and the calenders, and the princesses of every degree, — all on camels most wonderful to behold. V, \.% J #1/ , Ik #P1! .if '' |a ' ' i , ■ i aw- " '"'■Ii>' i ! M1BIBCT ■ if •'-■'' fk 5tf§ III ■MB lill liiiitmftr/IVriuiiij, to-*!-/';- • - «£>v- ■'•■ 7w I, wv '.&$F*' r - "' " 2%is is the main caravan road to Bagdad " MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY 27 " Do you see the Forty Thieves ? " asked the spider uneasily. " If you do, we 'd better count the spoons." Then Miss Muffet went to the north window, and such a sight as she saw there ! There was frost on all the roads, and snow on the far moun- tains, and the great pine forest on that side came almost to the palace doors. And such pine-trees as they were ! Each one looked like a great Christmas tree. The woods were full of merry little people, with such frosty twinkles in their eyes that it did one good to look at them. They talked Swedish and German and Icelandic and all sorts of queer languages, but somehow they laughed so naturally, and were so simple and hearty, that Miss Muffet understood every word. There were hosts of brownies and elves and fairies, and intelligent white bears, and one or two reformed wolves, and an old witch who was not nearly so bad as she looked, and the Marsh King and his daughters, and an old gentleman who looked so much like Santa Claus that Miss Muffet was sure that he must be his brother. Indeed, she could not help noticing that a great many of these North Country folks bore a strong family resem- blance to Santa Claus, — but perhaps it was only MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY the way they wore their beards. When she saw them all, she was sorry that she had not invited Santa Claus him- self. She had n't asked him, be- cause, as she told Mr. Spider, it was Christmas Eve, and it might seem suggestive. But the truth of the matter was, as I suspect, that she thought he -would probably drop in of his own accord, some time in the course of the evening. ■*-}i£l£&£^ v Olive H Lon "M Z%e woods were full of merry little people MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY 31 As the brisk little people from the North came up the palace steps, Miss Mullet was sure that Hans Christian Andersen must have had a party once, or how could he have described them so well ? " Indeed," she said, " if I did n't know An old witch who was not nearly so bad as she looked what day of the month and what year it is, I should almost think that this is ( Once upon a Time.' " When the guests began to come in, Miss Mullet was all in a flurry for fear she should not do her duty as a hostess ; but she need n't have worried a bit, for they were so much interested in themselves that they paid very little attention to her. Then she had the assistance of two widely traveled storks, who, having their summer residences in Norway and spending their winters in Bagdad, had a great number of acquaintances, and introduced the Orientals to the North Country people. It was ■ **~ .'ilia /' HP? vj irwi i-»*«* t*»*X ! I Olive n JUong- Introduced the Orientals to the North Country people MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY 35 delightful to see how quickly they all became acquainted. Little Dutch Gretchen in her wooden shoes was not at all like the Persian Princess whom she now met for the first time, but they were soon warm friends though they had moved in such different society. At first Miss Muffet was afraid that the wooden shoes might spoil the spider's-web floor ; but there was no real danger of this, for the spider, knowing that there would be a very great crowd, had made everything very strong. There was a little man in a huge bearskin coat who came from Back of the North Wind. At first he was shy and awkward, but it was beau- tiful to see how soon he was put at ease when Aladdin came up and explained to him the virtues of his wonderful lamp. The little man said that such a lamp must be very useful, but when it came to illuminating power it was nothing to what he had at home, for he had an Aurora Borealis in every room. Then the little man chuckled to himself, for he wanted every one to know that the Back of the North Wind Country was not so uncivilized as people supposed. In a corner she found a delightful group of seafaring folks. Dr. Lemuel Gulliver was telling the story of one of his voyages. He was such a 36 MISS MUFFET' S CHRISTMAS PARTY matter-of-fact person, and so accurate about the latitude and longitude, that Miss Muffet had the greatest confidence in him, and felt that, though he might be mistaken in regard to the main points, all the details happened exactly as he said. His story reminded Sindbad the Sailor of something that had happened to him. He told his story in a charming oriental way, but without a touch of exaggeration. " That would have spoiled it," said Miss Muffet to Baron Munchausen, who was standing by. " Don't you like simplicity, Baron ? " The Baron bowed in a courtly, old-fashioned way, and said that he was inordinately fond of it. Miss Muffet heard a rippling, liquid sound which she at first mistook for laughter, but the Baron assured her that it was only the frozen truth be- ginning to thaw. This reminded him of a little incident which was wonderful to hear. Every- body was astonished except the Three Wise Men of Gotham. They remarked that if they were at liberty to tell their adventures, as seafaring men, the stories that had been told would seem quite tame ; but they did n't feel at liberty, and only looked at each other so wisely that Miss Muffet wondered whether any persons could really be as wise as they looked. \f' * ••••-■ /^», Aladdin explains the virtues of his lamp Y^Sssfm MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY 39 A sturdy, round-faced man stood just behind the group, but took no part in the conversation. Whenever Sindbad was talking he became so ex- cited that his eyes seemed almost to pop out of his head, but he qui- eted down as soon as any one else began. After a time Sindbad came over to him, and taking out his purse, gave him a handful of gold pieces. "A hundred sequins?" asked Miss Muffet. " Yes," said the round-faced man, " that 's my regular wages." " It must be a very large amount." He said he had no complaint to make, though a sequin did n't go so far in Bagdad as it once did, and he had to spend a great deal in clothes. " I knew the minute I saw you that you must be Hindbad the Porter." ! Listening .cm is hard on the eyes " 40 MISS MUFFET' S CHRISTMAS PARTY " I used to be a porter before I became a pro- fessional listener. Listening is n't so hard on the back as portering, but it requires more attention and the hours are longer ; that is, they seem longer. Besides, it 's hard on the eyes." " You mean on the ears/' suggested Miss Muffet. " No ! on the eyes ; you have to look inter- ested." " Oh ! I understand," said Miss Muffet. " When first I heard about your being invited to dinner at Sindbad's and listening to his first tale, it seemed the very nicest thing in the world. And how un- expected it was, after you had enjoyed it, for him to hand you a hundred sequins and say, ' Take this, Hindbad, and return to your home, and come back to-morrow and hear more of my adventures.' Were n't you surprised to hear a story and get a hundred sequins besides ? " Hindbad said that he was surprised at first, but after a day or two he began to look at it more in a business way. He had always made it a rule to be thorough, for whatever was worth doing was worth doing well, and he determined to be the very best listener in Bagdad. " You see, in my country, we have a great many gentlemen who gain wealth by having adventures. MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY 41 When they come back from their shipwrecks, they naturally want to tell about them ; but there 's so much competition that it 's hard to get a hearing. When they meet with people, like those horrid Wise Men of Gotham, who prefer their own ship- wrecks, they go into a decline." His eyes filled with tears, and Miss Muffet was sure that he was one of the most sympathetic men in the world. " Now I had a great advantage," he went on ; " I never had a shipwreck of my own, so that I could not be reminded of something that would make me interrupt. And then it is easy for me to have a story seem strange. I seem to have a natural gift for it. Any one can be surprised the first time he hears an adventure, but if one is to become a professional listener he must cultivate the habit of being surprised. Now that story about the roc's egg grows upon me ; indeed it does ! I don't think I appreciated it at first. That 's the way with all big things ; it 's some time before you take them in. Even Mr. Sindbad says that it did n't seem as big when he saw it as it does now when he remembers it. And whenever I hear about those huge serpents it makes me shudder, and I ask Mr. Sindbad to hurry on and tell me that 42 MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY he really did get away from them. I can't stand the suspense. The cannibals are frightful crea- tures, Miss Muffet ; they say they eat people. Mr. Sindbad has a perfect genius for having acci- dents. They come in the most unexpected placeso And then he escapes. I sometimes think that is the most wonderful part of it." " Do you think a little girl who studied hard could learn your profession and practice in Bag^ dad ? " asked Miss Muffet timidly. " You know I would n't ask for wages ; I would do it just for the love of it." Hindbad frowned darkly. " It would never do, Miss Muffet ! T can't have little girls coming over on the banks of the Tigris and taking the bread out of the mouths of my family." But when he saw that Miss Muffet was beginning to cry, he changed his tone and said, " I am sure you meant no harm, only you did n't understand about the wages. You could easily earn a hundred sequins at listening, and it is n't so hard to learn when you are young. I would give that much myself to have you listen to a queer thing that happened to me once in Bagdad. I 've never tcld it before, for I never found any one who looked interested. It was in one of the narrowest streets MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY 43 down by the water-side, and it was on the darkest night of the year, when " — Just then the spider came to take Miss Mullet away to meet some children who came from The Golden Age. Their names were Harold and Ed- ward and Charlotte, and they said they had an Aunt Maria, who had stayed at home because she had not been invited to the party. They had walked all the way along the Roman Road, which made the spider think that they must be tired. In this he was mistaken ; though they said that they were ready for the refreshments. p>f£%B° The Golden Age children said that they didn't like to play with grown folks ; after people got to be thirty or ninety they thought they became very uninteresting, and did n't have the right kind of feelings ; unless they were Princes and went on adventures. Miss Muffet did n't agree with this because some of her best friends were elderly peasants whose faces were all puckered up because they had been MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY 45 , .■ ■,-.■■,- :■■ 4; ; -:y '-) - " •■■'•■» : v»«f'>ii < -'= .»,' ■■;-. •■••■ The shyest persons in the room smiling for so many years. She wished, though, that they were not so shy. " I suppose it 's because they are not used to going to parties ; neither am I, for that matter, but then I 'm not so much used as they are to not going." 46 MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY Perhaps the shyest persons in the room were an old German shoemaker and his wife, whom Miss Muffet had for a long time loved and admired, though they had not known it. Indeed, they did n't know that any one was ever admired unless he had found a pot of gold or done something equally praise- worthy. The shoemaker had never done anything but make shoes, and his wife did the cooking and made the clothes for the family. When they received the invitation to the party, they were greatly astonished and thought it must be a mis- take, but the village priest, who read the letter, told them that it was certainly intended for them, though why they were invited was a mystery. When the priest told them that it was a mystery, they knew that it was so, and came along bowing and curtsying as if all the persons they met were their betters, though really only one or two were half so good. Miss Muffet ran to them and put her hands in theirs. " I have just loved you since the time I heard what you did for the little elves who used to come at night after you had gone to bed and finish your work for you. Some people take what's done for them and think no more about it except that they 're lucky; but you sat up till midnight and peeped Jill Scampering off into the dark MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY 49 into the room where the elves were working, and saw that they did n't have enough clothes to keep them warm. Then you made each one a shirt and a coat and waistcoat and a pair of trousers and a little pair of shoes. What fun it must have been, next night, to watch them putting on their things and scampering off into the dark. I never heard of elves being dressed up like that." The shoemaker and his wife laughed heartily as they remembered how funny the elves were. The wife confessed that the garments did n't fit closely, though she made them like her husband's, only smaller. "Elves are not so square, are they?" asked Miss Muffet. " No," said the shoemaker's wife ; " but their clothes are. That 's the only pattern I have." "I suppose they are coming to the party? I sent a general invitation to Elf-land. There is to be elfin music and a frolic for them. I thought they might like it better to have their own games. Your elves can't say they have nothing to wear, because that would n't be true." But though she looked everywhere for them, no- where could she see the little elves in square coats and trousers. When the refreshments were served, §0 MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY Mr. Spider noticed that everything went remark- ably smoothly, and there was more of all kinds of provisions than he had ordered. He said he had no doubt but that the little elves were helping in the kitchen. " It would be just like them ; the little dears ! " said Miss Muffet. The shoemaker felt very much more at home when he met a young fellow named Hans who had come from the same village. He was not the Hans who married Grettel, but the one whom Miss Muf- fet had often heard of because he traded a horse for a cow, the cow for a pig, the pig for a goose, and so on, all the way home. This caused a good deal of talk in the neighborhood, and some of the villagers thought he wasn't much of a business man. Hans, however, was perfectly satisfied with him- self, and was quite ready to talk. " The secret of being a trader," he said, " is to be quick about it. You must not stop to think: that 's where you lose time. If I had stopped to think, I should have brought the horse home with me, and I might have had it on my hands yet. There are ever so many people grumbling about the care of their property j they say it is a burden MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY 51 to them. I tell them that it 's all their own fault. If they kept their eyes open, they would find plenty of ways of getting rid of it." Hans had such a shrewd twinkle in his eyes that Miss Mullet felt sure that he would always get the best of a bargain, no matter how it turned out. While Hans was talking, she noticed a little man who looked like a tailor. " Did n't you start on a journey once," she asked, " with only a piece of cheese and an old hen in your wallet ? " " Yes," he answered ; " but that was a good while ago." " I thought you must be the one. And you fooled the giant, and when he squeezed a stone till water came out of it, you squeezed your cheese till the whey ran out, and he thought your cheese was a stone, and that you squeezed harder than he did. And he never saw through any of your tricks, though I should have thought that even a giant would have suspected. Are all giants so stupid ? " The tailor said that not all of them were so stupid, though fortunately a great many were, and generally when they grew beyond a certain size, something happened to their heads. " If it were n't for that, Miss Muffet, there would 52 MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY be no room for us common people on the earth. The giants would eat up everything. Now and then there is a young giant like ThumhJing who is active and keeps his wits about him. Bat Thumb- ling was very little to begin with. Most giants get foolish when they grow up, and then we can put an end to them." When the talk got upon giants, it was astonish- ing to see what an eager crowd gathered around the tailor. There were some knights in armor who listened unconcernedly, for they knew that giants could do them no harm ; but it was differ- ent with the tailors and fishermen and ploughmen. They had suffered so much that they could not speak of a giant without bitterness. " But are n't there good giants ? " asked Miss Muffet. " I never heard of one," said the tailor, " except Christopher, and he is a saint and learned how to fast. It is n't a question of their being good : the trouble with them is that they are too big. It takes too much to support them. They eat us out of house and home. We can't get along peaceably till we are all more of a size." They were all of that opinion, and the stories ■which they applauded were of the kind where a MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY 53 little man gets the better of a big one. Miss Muf- f et could not object to this, because it was the kind she liked best herself. " I never have been so much afraid of giants," she said, "since I learned about their diseases. They are not nearly so strong as they look. There was Giant Despair, — l in sunshiny weather he fell into fits.' It was while he was having a fit, you know, that Christian and Hopeful got away. If I were going where there were bad giants, I should go in sunshiny weather." " I don't think you would have any trouble, my dear," said the shoemaker, " for you would take the sunshine with you." And then he laughed to think of Giant Despair tumbling over in a fit when he caught sight of Miss Muffet. For though the shoemaker was a very kind man, he had no sympathy for giants. c^V^^:^r\ There were so many interesting things going on at the party that Miss Muffet almost forgot the Serious Symposium. When she did remember it, she was very much troubled. " What will Rollo think about me for being so negligent ! I invited him particularly to come to a symposium, and now I don't even know how it is done." The spider, however, told her that he had secured a hall up two flights, and had arranged the chairs and a table, which were all the arrangements neces- " I am sorry to be so late " MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY 57 sary for a meeting. He had seen a number of serious persons going upstairs, and he had no doubt that it was a success. When she reached the hall, the papers had all been read and discussed, and the Little Old Wo- man, who was in the chair, was just announcing that the next business before the house was to adjourn. " I am sorry to be so late," said Miss Muffet, " and to miss hearing the papers." " If that 's the case," said the Little Old Woman, " we will have them all over again. The speak- ers will read slowly, so that the papers will go further." " Oh, please don't on my account ! " cried Miss Muffet, all in a tremble. " Don't let me interfere with your adjourning. I know that must be im- portant business." The Little Old Woman said that it was the most important business of the meeting. " Does it take long ? " asked Miss Muffet. " Not if you know how to do it," said the Little Old Woman. " Then I will just sit down and watch it." The Little Old Woman rapped upon the table with a huge button-hook, and went about the 58 MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY business so briskly that before Miss Muffet knew what had happened, the meeting had adjourned. "Were the papers so quick?" she asked. " No, they were n't ; papers are never that way." " What were they about ? " " The white ones were about ' Child Study,' and the yellow ones were about i Obedience to Parents ' and * Not Losing Your Thimble.' The yellow ones were the ones I knew best ; I used to have them when I was a little girl." " Then the white ones must be harder. Is Child Study harder than Arithmetic ? " " There are two kinds. One kind is where you take the children you are acquainted with and tell what you know about them. That kind is n't so good to make papers out of. It 's too short. The other kind is where you get at ' the Contents of the Child's Mind.' I can't say that it 's harder than Arithmetic, for it is Arithmetic, only it 's further on than you' ve got. It 's percentage. You take eleven hundred little girls in blue dresses and make them fill out blanks. You ask them which they like best, chocolate caramels or peppermint drops." " Which do they like best? " asked Miss Muffet, who had often thought about that question herself. " You can't tell," answered the Little Old Wo- MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY 59 man ; " all you know is the answers : they depend on which words the little girls can spell easiest. The chief thing is to get the percentage. Then you write a paper. If it does n't come out right, you ask eleven hundred little girls in pink dresses and they answer differently. Then you have a Problem." " What is a Problem? " asked Miss Muffet. " It 's something to discuss," said the Little Old Woman. " Why don't they ask their mothers ? " "The mothers are too busy. Besides, their chil- dren are all exceptions. You can't make anything out of exceptions, — there are too many of them. If you let them in, it just musses up the Science. The best way is to keep them out." " But their mothers like them," said Miss Muffet. " Yes ; they think that they are the nicest kind." When she had time to look around her, Miss Muffet was surprised to see how different the com- pany was from that in the other parts of the palace. " They look as if something had been done to them," said Miss Muffet. " Oh ! now I knew who they are ! They must be Youths. I 've always read about Youths in the books mamma makes me read on Sunday afternoon, but I did n't know that (50 MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY they were real. Some of them look almost like boys and girls, only less so." Sure enough, the room was full of Youths. They came out of the Sunday-school books and the Fifth Readers and the Moral Tales and the Libraries of Instructive Juvenile Literature. Some had never been out of a book before, and found it impossible to talk in anything but the book language. Some were evidently very good, and some were painful examples of youthful wickedness, while others were chiefly interested in Natural History. " Youths," said the Little Old Woman, " are easier to understand than boys and girls and other young folks. Youths have habits, and each one practices only one at a time. When they do a naughty thing, they keep on doing it regularly; that 's the way you come to know which is which. It does n't matter what it is, whether Vanity or Pro- crastination or Not Bringing in the Wood, they keep it up till they have been made to see the folly of it, or are given over to their evil ways. Now children are more changeable. When I lived in a Shoe, I was driven half out of my wits, for I never could be thorough when I reproved them, they were always naughty in a different way. I don't believe that any one could have got any of my MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY 61 children into a book ; they would n't keep still long enough to have their characters taken." Almost all the Youths were accompanied by their parents or guardians, though some had private tu- tors. Two youthful persons from the eighteenth century attracted a great deal of attention. They were Harry Sandford and Tommy Merton. Harry was a great philosopher, and understood so perfectly the principles of the Wedge and the Inclined Plane and the Moral Law that it was hard to believe his friend, Mr. Barlow, who stated that he was only six years old. Tommy, on the other hand, until hi3 sixth year had been quite worldly, and had held a number of erroneous opinions. Under Harry's instruction, however, he had been much improved and was now quite sedate and observing. Somehow the painful examples appealed to Miss Muffet most, for she was very tender-hearted. There was the little criminal who once stole a pin. Miss Muffet had always understood that a pin was the very worst thing to steal ; it had such fearful consequences. The last consequence generally is that one is transported. And there was an example of youthful obstinacy who would n't pronounce the letter G. His mother was almost broken-hearted for fear he might take a prejudice against other 62 MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY letters of the alphabet. She sat up three nights with him and spent days trying to make him say G. " It shows that she was a good mother, does n't it?" said Miss Muffet. " It shows that she did n't have to do her own work," replied the Little Old Woman. A group of very old-fashioned children were talking together in whispers. They were evidently anxious that no older persons should hear them. " There they are at it again," said the Little Old Woman ; " they are Mrs. Opie's children. People don't know them so well now, but they used to be notorious for telling White Lies. I have no doubt that they are doing it now; they are exaggerat- ing." « What 's that? " asked Miss Muffet. " It 's telling how large a thing is before you 've measured it." " But what if you have n't a tape-line with you?" " Then you should say nothing about it." " There is Hal," said Miss Muffet ; " I know him by the miserable piece of string hanging out of his pocket. Hal cut his string. It was a sin and he suffers for it. His cousin Ben untied his and has MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY 63 it always ready for emergencies. All his emergen- cies are of that kind ; they need a piece of whipcord to bring them out right. I 've no doubt but that to-night the coach of one of the very prettiest prin- cesses will break down and Ben will tie it up. It would be just his luck." Of course it was not long before Miss Muffet sought out Kollo Halli- day. " I always did like Rollo," she said. " I al- most forget that he is a Youth sometimes. The nicest thing about him is that you always know what he means. He al- ways tells you where he is and how he got there, without skipping any- thing that you ought to know. When he goes into a room, he goes through the door, opening and shutting the door just as you expected. He isn't at all like Humpty Dumpty. I don't think Hal cut his string 64 MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY I ever knew two persons more different. There was only one time when he puzzled me. When he went to Europe, and they told him how the French did things, ' Hollo laughed long and loud.' It was so unusual. I read it over and over, but I could n't tell what he laughed at. I think he might have explained, but I suppose he forgot." It certainly was a pleasant thing to see Hollo surrounded by a group of kindred spirits. They were the healthiest and happiest Youths in the com- pany, for they had lived a great deal in the open air, and had kept their eyes open. Rollo was engaged in a dispute with little Fran- cis about the comparative merits of New England and a Desert Island for farming. Jonas said little, but what he did say carried great weight. Rollo expressed himself as highly pleased with the Symposium. He was sorry that there was not time for a paper on " The New Boy " and a dis- cussion of the question, " Are not the Young Grow- ing Younger ? " He said he had seen some dan- gerous tendencies in that direction. Having said this, Rollo walked to the other side of the room, and having found a settee, sat down on it. Scarcely had Rollo sat down when Miss Muffet saw a little girl whose face was very familiar. MISS MUFFET'S CHRISTMAS PARTY 65 " I don't think I ever knew two persons more different " " You are Rosamond, are n't you ? And once you bought a beautiful purple jar instead of shoes, even though your old shoes had holes in them ? " "It was a youthful indiscretion," said Rosa- mond, " and I have learned a lesson from it." " It was just lovely. Any one can have shoes, but a purple jar is something one dreams about ; it 's almost as good as having a party." 6Q MISS MUFFETS CHRISTMAS PARTY Then she looked very anxiously at Rosamond and said, — " I hope it did n't happen to you ? Since first I read the story Miss Edgeworth told about you and the purple jar, I could n't get out of my head the dreadful lines with which she begins, — ' O teach her while your lessons last To judge the future by the past, The mind to strengthen and anneal While on the stithy glows the steel.' It seemed such a dreadful thing to have your mind annealed, and you so little. I 'm sure it 's some- thing uncomfortable. And then how hard it was for your mamma to make you choose to do all the unpleasant things. I don't mind doing them when I 'm told to, but to have to choose them rumples up my mind. That must have been an awful time when you had to choose a needle-book instead of that funny stone plum that you could have fooled the boys with." " But Mamma wanted to train me to be a Free Moral Agent," said Rosamond.