pointed to
Dick. "I had a beautiful one, made of golden barley-sugar-and now that boy
has eaten it nearly all up!"
They all stared at Dick. He went very red. What was left of the knocker was in
his mouth.
"Did you really take his barley-sugar knocker?" said Jo in amazement.
"Whatever were you thinking of, Dick?"
"Well, I just never thought," said Dick, swallowing the rest of the
knocker in a hurry. "I saw it there on the door-and it looked so nice. I'm
very sorry."
"That's all very well," said the angry man. "But being sorry won't
bring back my knocker. You're a bad boy. You come and sit in my house till the
others are ready to go. I won't have you going about in our land eating knockers
and chimneys and window-sills!"
"You'd better go, Dick," said Jo. "We'll call for you when we're
ready to go home. We shan't be long now. Anyway, you've eaten quite enough."
So poor Dick had to go into the house with the cross little man, who made him
sit on a stool and keep still. The others wandered off again.
"We mustn't be here much longer," said Moon-Face. "It's almost
time for this land to move on. Look! Strawberries and cream."
The children stared at the strawberries and cream. They had never seen such a
strange sight before. The strawberries grew by the hundred on strawberry plants-but
each strawberry had its own big dob of cream growing on it, ready to be eaten.
"They are even sugared!" said Jo, picking one. "Look-my strawberry
is powdered with white sugar-and, oh, the cream is delicious!"
They enjoyed the strawberries and cream, and then Jo had a good idea.
"I say! What about taking some of these lovely goodies back with us?"
he said. "Watzisname would love a plum pie -and the Angry Pixie would like
some of those jelly-flowers-and Dame Washalot would like a treacle pudding."
"And Mother would like lots of things, too," said Bessie joyfully.
So they all began collecting puddings and pies and cakes. It was fun. The treacle
pudding had so much treacle that it dripped all down Moon-Face's leg.
"You'll have to have a bath, Moon-Face," said Silky. "You're terribly
sticky."
They nearly forgot to call for poor Dick! As they passed the house whose knocker
he had
eaten, he banged loudly on the window, and they all stopped.
"Gracious! We nearly forgot about Dick!" said Bessie. "Dick, Dick,
come on! We're going!"
Dick came running out of the house. The little man called after him: "Now,
don't you eat anybody's knocker again!"
"Goodness! Why have you got all those things?" asked Dick in surprise,
looking at the puddings and pies and cakes. "Are they for our supper?"
"Dick! How can you think of supper after eating such a lot!" cried Jo.
"Why, Fm sure I couldn't eat even a chocolate before to-morrow morning. No-these
things are for Watzisname and Dame Washalot and Mother. Come on. Moon-Face says
this land will soon be on the move."
They all went to the hole that led down through the cloud. It didn't take long
to climb down the ladder and on to the big branch outside Moon-Face's house.
Dick came last-and he suddenly missed his footing and fell right down the ladder
on the top of the others below. And he knocked the puddings, pies and cakes right
out of their hands! Down went all the goodies, bumping from branch to branch.
The children and the others stared after them in dismay.
Then there came a very angry yell from below. "Who's thrown a. treacle pudding
at me? Wait till I get them. I've treacle all over me. It burst on my head. Oh,
oh, OH!"
Then there came an angry squealing from lower
down still. "Plum pie! Plum pie in my washtub! Sausage rolls in my washtub!
Peppermints down my neck! Oh, you rascals up there-I'm coming up after you, so
I am!"
And from still lower down came the voice of the Angry Pixie-and truly a very angry
pixie, indeed, he was! "Jelly on my nose! Jelly down my neck! Jelly in my
pockets! What
Dick. "I had a beautiful one, made of golden barley-sugar-and now that boy
has eaten it nearly all up!"
They all stared at Dick. He went very red. What was left of the knocker was in
his mouth.
"Did you really take his barley-sugar knocker?" said Jo in amazement.
"Whatever were you thinking of, Dick?"
"Well, I just never thought," said Dick, swallowing the rest of the
knocker in a hurry. "I saw it there on the door-and it looked so nice. I'm
very sorry."
"That's all very well," said the angry man. "But being sorry won't
bring back my knocker. You're a bad boy. You come and sit in my house till the
others are ready to go. I won't have you going about in our land eating knockers
and chimneys and window-sills!"
"You'd better go, Dick," said Jo. "We'll call for you when we're
ready to go home. We shan't be long now. Anyway, you've eaten quite enough."
So poor Dick had to go into the house with the cross little man, who made him
sit on a stool and keep still. The others wandered off again.
"We mustn't be here much longer," said Moon-Face. "It's almost
time for this land to move on. Look! Strawberries and cream."
The children stared at the strawberries and cream. They had never seen such a
strange sight before. The strawberries grew by the hundred on strawberry plants-but
each strawberry had its own big dob of cream growing on it, ready to be eaten.
"They are even sugared!" said Jo, picking one. "Look-my strawberry
is powdered with white sugar-and, oh, the cream is delicious!"
They enjoyed the strawberries and cream, and then Jo had a good idea.
"I say! What about taking some of these lovely goodies back with us?"
he said. "Watzisname would love a plum pie -and the Angry Pixie would like
some of those jelly-flowers-and Dame Washalot would like a treacle pudding."
"And Mother would like lots of things, too," said Bessie joyfully.
So they all began collecting puddings and pies and cakes. It was fun. The treacle
pudding had so much treacle that it dripped all down Moon-Face's leg.
"You'll have to have a bath, Moon-Face," said Silky. "You're terribly
sticky."
They nearly forgot to call for poor Dick! As they passed the house whose knocker
he had
eaten, he banged loudly on the window, and they all stopped.
"Gracious! We nearly forgot about Dick!" said Bessie. "Dick, Dick,
come on! We're going!"
Dick came running out of the house. The little man called after him: "Now,
don't you eat anybody's knocker again!"
"Goodness! Why have you got all those things?" asked Dick in surprise,
looking at the puddings and pies and cakes. "Are they for our supper?"
"Dick! How can you think of supper after eating such a lot!" cried Jo.
"Why, Fm sure I couldn't eat even a chocolate before to-morrow morning. No-these
things are for Watzisname and Dame Washalot and Mother. Come on. Moon-Face says
this land will soon be on the move."
They all went to the hole that led down through the cloud. It didn't take long
to climb down the ladder and on to the big branch outside Moon-Face's house.
Dick came last-and he suddenly missed his footing and fell right down the ladder
on the top of the others below. And he knocked the puddings, pies and cakes right
out of their hands! Down went all the goodies, bumping from branch to branch.
The children and the others stared after them in dismay.
Then there came a very angry yell from below. "Who's thrown a. treacle pudding
at me? Wait till I get them. I've treacle all over me. It burst on my head. Oh,
oh, OH!"
Then there came an angry squealing from lower
down still. "Plum pie! Plum pie in my washtub! Sausage rolls in my washtub!
Peppermints down my neck! Oh, you rascals up there-I'm coming up after you, so
I am!"
And from still lower down came the voice of the Angry Pixie-and truly a very angry
pixie, indeed, he was! "Jelly on my nose! Jelly down my neck! Jelly in my
pockets! What
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