“We may as well go in!” Gran’pa said, “for we cannot get out while the Wolves are at the opening!” So hand in hand they entered the door and followed a narrow passageway as it zigzagged back and forth. Presently they came to a round room filled with a reddish light, and in the center of this room stood a large pot. Gran’pa went up to the pot and raised the lid. As he did so the lid sprang from his hands and flew across the room. The pot began popping like a bunch of firecrackers, and white stuff flew from it up to the ceiling and rattled down about the place. Gran’pa and Gran’ma could not find the entrance to the room again, although they went around the room four or five times. Gran’pa discovered a hole far above their heads, and as the white stuff flew about them like hail and settled upon the floor, they kept climbing on top of it until they could reach the hole and climb through. As they crawled into the hole something warm and sticky flowed by them, so they hurried back into the room from which they had just come. It was lucky for them that they did, for the sticky stuff poured from the hole in a stream and mixed with the white stuff which now nearly filled the room. “It’s molasses!” Gran’pa cried, as he tasted it. “And the white stuff is popcorn!” Gran’ma cried in turn, as she took up a handful and squeezed it together into a popcorn ball. The molasses candy continued to pour from the hole until the popcorn was covered with it. Then the room began to sway back and forth, gently at first, then faster and faster, until Gran’pa, popcorn and Gran’ma were shaken up and rolled about much the same as popcorn is in a shaker. Both Gran’pa and Gran’ma were covered with molasses and popcorn when the room ceased shaking. “Dear me suz!” Gran’ma exclaimed. “The stuff is all in my hair!—This is a mess!” “Yes, but just taste it, Gran’ma!” Gran’pa said. “It’s fine!” Again the room began shaking and the air grew much warmer. “We’d better get out of this!” Gran’pa said. “There must be a fire under the room!” So they crawled through the hole again and now the molasses candy had grown hard and did not stick to their hands. “This must be the place the molasses came from,” said Gran’ma, as they came to another room, the sides of which were covered with candy. There seemed to be no opening at the top for the candy to come in and Gran’pa soon discovered that it came in from the bottom. Through the hard candy at the side of the room Gran’ma thought she saw a light, and when Gran’pa pried a large piece away with his cane they saw another long, narrow opening. [Illustration] Through this they crawled until the passageway widened and they could stand up and walk. After walking down this passageway for five or ten minutes Gran’pa and Gran’ma came to a room filled with purple light, and in the center of this room stood a large Green Jar.