"'Well,' he said, 'there's a very strong feeling in the place. The toys think that they are ill-treated, and not taken care of by children in general. And there is some truth in it. Toys come down here by scores that have been broken the first day. And they are all quite resolved that if any of their old masters or mistresses come this way they shall be punished.' "'How will they be punished?' I inquired. "'Exactly as they did to their toys, their toys will do to them. All is perfectly fair and regular.' "'I don't know that I treated mine particularly badly,' I said; 'but I think I would rather go.' "'I think you'd better,' said the beetle. 'Good-evening!' and I saw him no more. "I turned to go, but somehow I lost the road. At last, as I thought, I found it, and had gone a few steps when I came on a detachment of wooden soldiers, drawn up on their lazy tongs. I thought it better to wait till they got out of the way, so I turned back, and sat down in a corner in some alarm. As I did so, I heard a click, and the lid of a small box covered with mottled paper burst open, and up jumped a figure in a blue striped shirt and a rabbit-skin beard, whose eyes were intently fixed on me. He was very like my old Jack-in-a-box. My back began to creep, and I wildly meditated escape, frantically trying at the same time to recall whether it were I or my brother who originated the idea of making a small bonfire of our own one 5th of November, and burning the old Jack-in-a-box for Guy Fawkes, till nothing was left of him but a twirling bit of red-hot wire and a strong smell of frizzled fur. At this moment, he nodded to me and spoke. "'Oh! that's you, is it?' he said. "'No, it is not,' I answered, hastily; for I was quite demoralized by fear and the strangeness of the situation. "'Who is it, then?' he inquired. "'I'm sure I don't know,' I said; and really I was so confused that I hardly did.