“At the bottom of a Well, so I’ve heard.”
“Then I suppose the first thing is to find the Well.”
“Exactly so,” he said. “Come, let us start.” So they walked away hand in hand. They hunted all up and down the counter, and asked directions of many dolls. But never a Well could they find.
“See!” exclaimed the Farthing Doll at last; “here’s a square thing that looks something like a Well. Go, open it and look down.”
“What may be inside, though?” he said cautiously.
“Truth, Truth, you silly thing!” she said impatiently. “Go!”
So he went and opened the lid.
But it was not a Well at all. It was merely the abode of Jack-in-the-box, and when the Grocer looked in Jack jumped out. He jumped up so suddenly that he knocked the Grocer flat on his back.