Top o' the World: A Once Upon a Time TaleSwan, Mark
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Top o' the World: A Once Upon a Time Tale
Swan, Mark
Fantasy fiction; North Pole -- Juvenile fiction
“On the corner of the next street,” the Walrus replied, “you will find
a street car which passes the hotel.”
“But we haven’t any carfare,” said Maida, turning to the others, “have
we?” And the others shook their heads dolefully.
“Oh, I’ll lend you carfare,” replied the Walrus, and he reached in his
pocket, drew out a large fish, and handed it to Maida. “Good-bye,” he
said, and began to work on another bad place in the road.
When they got to the corner they looked about for a street car, but
there wasn’t one in sight. Just then a large sledge drawn by four
reindeers dashed up. Somebody rang a bell. The sledge stopped, and a
pretty Eskimo girl got off and pattered away.
“This must be the car,” said Maida, and she was sure of it when she saw
the driver was a huge Penguin, and the conductor was a Seal wearing a
nice uniform. They climbed aboard, but the Seal wouldn’t let Fido go in
the sledge and sit down.
“Company rule,” he said gruffly, “Polar Bears must be left on the
platform,” so Fido curled up on the back of the car. Maida handed the
Seal Conductor the fish which the Walrus had loaned her. “Four?” he
asked, and Maida nodded; so he rang the bell four times, and gave her
the change, which was half a dozen sardines.
Maida will never forget that street car ride, the first day in
Arcturia. They passed through the market-place and saw ever so many
seals trading their cast-off coats for sugar plums, and gobbling them
up in a hurry as if they feared they would lose them.
They passed great high buildings, made out of blocks of ice, and saw
little Eskimo boys selling newspapers printed on sheets of ice. Maida
bought one, and after she had read it she ate it; and it was very
good. At last they came to the hotel. They all got out and went in the
office, and who do you think they found? Santa Claus and Billy and the
Man with the Growly Voice. The big Eskimo, Kankakee, and his pretty
daughter, Kokomo, while over in a corner stood the Disconsolate Lover
staring out of the window as if he hoped to see the White Lady he was
seeking.
Chapter XI
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