lory up, candle and all, and that was the
end of the proud little pumpkin-glory."

"And when the pig ate the candle it looked like the magician when he
puts burning tow in his mouth," said the boy.

"Exactly," said the papa.

The children were both silent for a moment. Then the boy said, "This
story never had any moral, I believe, papa?"

"Not a bit," said the papa. "Unless," he added, "the moral was that you
had better not be ambitious, unless you want to come to the sad end of
this proud little pumpkin-glory."

"Why, but the good little pumpkin was eaten up, too," said the boy.

"That's true," the papa acknowledged.

"Well," said the little girl, "there's a great deal of difference
between being eaten by persons and eaten by pigs."

"All the difference in the world," said the papa; and he laughed, and
ran out of the library before the boy could get at him.

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One morning when the papa was on a visit to the grandfather, the nephew
and the niece came rushing into his room and got into bed with him. He
pretended to be asleep, and even when they grabbed hold of him and shook
him, he just let his teeth clatter, and made no sign of waking up. But
they knew he was fooling, and they kept shaking him till he opened his
eyes and looked round, and said, "Oh, oh! where am I?" as if he were all
bewildered.

"You're in bed with _us_!" they shouted; and they acted as if they were
afraid he would try to get away from them by the way they held on to
his arms.

But he lay quite still, and he only said, "I should say _you_ were in
bed with _me_. It seems to be my bed."

"It's the same thing!" said the nephew.

"How do you make that out?" asked the papa. "It's the same thing if it's
enchantment. But if it isn't, it isn't."

The niece said, "What enchantment?" for she thought that would be a
pretty good chance to get what they had come for.

She was perfectly delighted, and gave a joyful thrill all over when the
papa said, "Oh, that's a long story."

"Well, the longer the better, _I_ should say; shouldn't you, brother?"
she returned.

The nephew hemmed twice in his throat, and asked, drowsily, "Is it a
little-pig story, or a fairy-prince story?" for he had heard from his
cousins that their papa would tell you a little-pig story if he got the
chance; and you had to look out and ask him which it was going to be
beforehand.

"Well, I