st always be exposed. But Felix said, "If that horrible Pepser is
nothing but a great fly, I'll soon be at him with father's big
fly-flapper; and if once I give him a good crack on the nose with it,
Aunty Toad will have a job to get him home, I can tell her."

HOW THE TUTOR ARRIVED, AND HOW THE CHILDREN WERE
AFRAID OF HIM.

Felix and Christlieb ran home as fast as they could, crying, as they
went, "Ah! the Stranger Child is a beautiful prince!"--"Ah! the
Stranger Child is a beautiful princess!" They wanted, in their delight,
to tell this to their parents; but they stood at the door like marble
statues when they found the baron meeting them there with a stranger at
his side, an extraordinary-looking personage, who muttered to himself,
half intelligibly, "Ah, a nice pair of gawkies those are, it seems to
me!"

The baron took him by the hand, saying, "This gentleman is the tutor
whom your gracious uncle has sent. So say, 'How-do-you do, sir?' to him
properly."

But the children looked askance at the man, and could move neither
hand nor foot. This was because they had never seen such an
extraordinary-looking creature. He was scarcely more than half a head
taller than Felix; but he was stumpy and thick-set, and his little
weasened legs formed an astonishing contrast with his body, which
was stout and powerful. His shapeless head was almost to be called
four-square, and his face was almost too ugly altogether. For not only
was his nose much too long and sharp-pointed to suit with his fat,
brownish cheeks, and his wide mouth, but his little prominent eyes
glittered so alarmingly that one hardly liked to look at him. Moreover,
he had a black periwig crammed on to his four-cornered head; he was
clad in black from top to toe, and his name was "Tutor Ink."

Now, as the children stood staring like stone images, their mother got
angry, and cried, "Good gracious, children, what are you thinking of?
This gentleman will take you for a pair of raw country gabies! Come,
come; give him your hands!"

The children, taking heart of grace, did as their mother bade them. But
as soon as the tutor took hold of their hands, they jumped back with a
loud cry of "Oh! oh! It hurts!" The tutor laughed aloud, and showed a
needle which he had hidden in his hand, to prick the children with.
Christlieb was weeping; but Felix growled, in an aside, "Just you try
that again, little Big-belly!"

"Why did you