Snubgraddle, at all events. Let's have a look
at the curiosities;" and here he walked boldly into the centre of the
square.

Davy followed close at his heels, and found, to his astonishment and
disappointment, that the curiosities were simply the things that he had
fished out of his pockets but a few minutes before, placed on little
pedestals and carefully protected by transparent sugar shades. He was on
the point of laughing outright at this ridiculous exhibition, when he
saw that the Goblin had taken a large telescope out of his pocket, and
was examining the different objects with the closest attention, and
muttering to himself, "Wonderful! wonderful!" as if he had never seen
anything like them before.

[Illustration: "THE GOBLIN TURNED HIS TELESCOPE TOWARD HIM."]

"Pooh!" said Davy, contemptuously; "the only wonderful thing about them
is, how they ever came _here_."

At this remark the Goblin turned his telescope toward Davy, and uttered
a faint cry of surprise; and Davy, peering anxiously through the large
end, saw him suddenly shrink to the size of a small beetle, and then
disappear altogether. Davy hastily reached out with his hands to grasp
the telescope, and found himself staring through a round glass window
into a farm-yard, where a red Cow stood gazing up at him.

CHAPTER V.

JACK AND THE BEAN-STALK'S FARM.

It was quite an ordinary-looking farm-yard and quite an ordinary-looking
Cow, but she stared so earnestly up at Davy that he felt positively
certain she had something to say to him. "Every creature I meet _does_
have something to say," he thought, as he felt about for the
window-fastening, "and I should really like to hear a Cow"--and just at
this moment the window suddenly flew open, and he pitched head-foremost
out upon a pile of hay in the farm-yard, and rolled from it off upon the
ground. As he sat up, feeling exceedingly foolish, he looked anxiously
at the Cow, expecting to see her laughing at his misfortune, but she
stood gazing at him with a very serious expression of countenance,
solemnly chewing, and slowly swishing her tail from side to side. As
Davy really didn't know how to begin a conversation with a Cow, he
waited for her to speak first, and there was consequently a long pause.
Presently the Cow said, in a melancholy, lowing tone of voice, "The old
gray goose is dead."

"I'm very sorry," said Davy, not knowing what else to say.

"She is," said the Cow, positively, "and we'v