he milk-jug. A nice sort of a tutor, upon my word!"

But the children laughed and shouted, crying, "Hip-hip, hurrah! It's
all right now! Father has hit Tutor Ink a good one on the nose, and
we've got rid of him for good and all."

THAT WHICH CAME TO PASS IN THE WOOD, AFTER TUTOR
INK WAS GOT RID OF.

Felix and Christlieb breathed freely again now. A great weight was
taken off their hearts. Above all things, there was the delicious
thought that, now that the horrid Pepser was gone, the Stranger Child
would be sure to come back, and play with them as of yore. They hurried
into the wood, full of sweet hope and happy expectancy. But everything
there was silent and desolate. Not a merry note of finch or siskin was
to be heard; and in place of the gladsome rustling of the bushes and
the joyous voice of the brook, sighs of sorrow seemed to be passing
through the air, and the sun cast only faint and feeble glimpses
through the clouded sky. Presently great dark clouds began to pile
themselves up; thunder muttered in the distance; a storm-wind howled,
and the tall fir-trees creaked and groaned. Christlieb clung to Felix,
in alarm. But he said, "What's come to you? What are you afraid of?
There's going to be a thunderstorm. We must get home as fast as we can;
that's all!"

So they set off to do so; but somehow--they didn't know why--instead of
getting out of the wood, they seemed to keep getting farther and
farther into it. The darkness deepened: great rain-drops fell, faster
and faster, thicker and thicker, and flashes of lightning darted hither
and thither, hissing as they passed. The children came to a stand by
the edge of an impassable thicket. "Let's duck down here for a little,
Christlieb," said Felix; "the storm won't last long." Christlieb was
crying from fear, but she did as Felix asked her. Scarcely had they sat
down among the thick bushes, however, when nasty, snarling voices began
to speak, behind them, saying:

"Stupid things! Senseless creatures! You despised us; didn't know how
to treat us--what to do with us. So now you can do your best without
any playthings, senseless creatures that you are!" Felix looked round,
and felt very eery and uncomfortable when he saw the sportsman and the
harper rise up out of the thicket into which he had thrown them,
staring at him with dead eyes and struggling and fighting about them
with their hands. Moreover, the harper twanged on his s