ranged themselves in a long row on the curb-stone of the
street. The Goblin looked on with great interest as Davy fished them up
out of his pockets, and finally said, enviously, "That's a splendid
collection; where did they all come from?"

"I'm sure _I_ don't know," said Davy, in great bewilderment.

"And I'm sure _I_ don't know," repeated the Goblin. "What else is
there?"

Davy felt about in his pockets again, and found what seemed to be a
piece of money. On taking it out, however, he was mortified to find that
it was nothing but an old button; but the Goblin exclaimed, in a tone of
great satisfaction, "Ah! hold on to that!" and ran on faster than ever.

The sound of the distant voices had grown fainter and fainter still, and
Davy was just hoping that their long run was almost over, when the
street came abruptly to an end at a brick wall, over the top of which he
could see the branches of trees. There was a small round hole in the
wall, with the words "PAY HERE" printed above it, and the Goblin
whispered to Davy to hand in the button through this hole. Davy did so,
feeling very much ashamed of himself, when, to his surprise, instead of
receiving tickets in return, he heard a loud exclamation behind the
wall, followed by a confused sound of scuffling, and the hole suddenly
disappeared. The next moment a little bell tinkled, and the wall rose
slowly before them like a curtain, carrying the trees with it
apparently, and he and the Goblin were left standing in a large open
space paved with stone.

Davy was exceedingly alarmed at seeing a dense mass of Butterscotchmen
in the centre of the square, pushing and crowding one another in a very
quarrelsome manner, and chattering like a flock of magpies, and he was
just about to propose a hasty retreat, when a figure came hurrying
through the square, carrying on a pole a large placard, bearing the
words:--

"JUST RECEIVED!
THE GREAT FRUNGLES THING!
ON EXHIBITION IN THE PLUM-GARDEN!"

At the sight of these words the mob set up a terrific shout, and began
streaming out of the square after the pole-bearer, like a flock of
sheep, jostling and shoving one another as they went, and leaving Davy
and the Goblin quite alone.

"I verily believe they're gone to look at my button," cried Davy,
beginning to laugh, in spite of his fears. "They called _me_ Frungles,
you know."

"That's rather a nice name," said the Goblin, who had begun smiling
again. "It's better than