Everychild : $b A story which the old may interpret to the young and which the young may interpret to the old — John Shaqi
Everychild : $b A story which the old may interpret to the young and which the young may interpret to the oldDodge, Louis
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Everychild : $b A story which the old may interpret to the young and which the young may interpret to the old
Dodge, Louis
Fairy tales; Fantasy literature
Grettel said, "Oh, Hansel!" in such a tone that Everychild regarded her
more closely. She was really quite charming in her wooden shoes, and
her ample blue skirt, somewhat short, and her waist of terra-cotta
color, with white sleeves. She had on a linen cap shaped somewhat like
a sunbonnet. She turned to her brother and spoke with a good deal of
emphasis. "Anyway, it's plain you'll not find any sausages growing on
the trees. For my part, I'd rather go somewhere. Especially since
we've got a nice boy to go with us. Anything would be better than
spending another night in the woods. I simply don't believe I could
bear it. The noises . . . there's something dreadful about the noises,
when you can't bar a door between you and them."
Hansel grunted very inelegantly. "Noises!" he retorted. "That's just
like a girl. The only noise that bothers me is the rumbling of my
insides. I'm _hungry_."
Grettel closed her eyes as if this were really too much. She seemed
unable to think of a word to say.
Then Hansel said to Everychild: "I don't mind going with you. Only,
you'll have to let Grettel go along too and you can't go very far with
a girl without something happening."
"Of course, she'd go along," said Everychild. "As for something
happening, it might be something nice more likely than not."
At this Grettel clasped her hands in ecstacy. "What a nice boy!" she
exclaimed.
But Hansel only gave her a lofty look. "I haven't seen him do anything
great," he said. "Now, if he could show us something to eat . . ."
"At least," said Grettel, "he wants to keep on going, while you're all
for turning back. I think he speaks very sensibly." And she came
forward with a pretty blush on her cheeks and took a seat demurely by
Everychild's side.
She was really startled when Hansel, in his most offensive voice,
exclaimed--"Grettel! Don't you know you're not allowed to sit on the
ground in your best dress?"
But she managed to say, with a certain amount of independence, "Oh,
Hansel--as if anything mattered now! Don't you see that if we're not
going back we'll have to make rules for ourselves from now on? I've
always wanted to do whatever I pleased in my best dress, and I'm not
going to miss the chance now!"
Hansel looked knowingly at Everychild, and jerked his head toward
Grettel. "Females!" he said. "That's why you have to sit on them.
They're like kites. Once you let them go they're over in the next
field standing on their heads."
But Everychild thought he should rather talk to Grettel. He looked at
her with a smile, and immediately she began to pluck at her skirt and
pat her hair and look at him out of a corner of her eye. He said: "It
was good of your parents, wasn't it, to put your best clothes on you
when they meant to lose you?"
She replied promptly: "I should have thought it very mean of them if
they hadn't."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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