“It’s mine!” roared greedy Teddy, rushing forward. “I’ll have it.”
“You shan’t!” cried Tilly, running after him. “I’ll get it.”
But the red ball—which was none other than Gillydrop—rolled and rolled in front of the children through the dark wood, and led them deeper and deeper into the forest, until it bounded right on to a brown carpet lying under a great tree, where it lay glowing like a red-hot coal. Teddy and Tilly jumped on to the brown carpet with a scream of delight, thinking they would now seize the ball, when suddenly the sides of the brown leaf curled up, and it lengthened out into a long boat. The darkness under it grew thicker and thicker, the foliage of the tree above vanished, and the two naughty children found themselves in a boat, rolling and tossing on the black waves, with a gloomy, starless sky above them. Away at the end of the boat sat Gillydrop, who had now unrolled himself, and was guiding the magic skiff across the Sea of Darkness towards the Country of the Giants.
“Oh, I want to go home!” cried Tilly, now very frightened.
“And so do I!” roared Teddy, sitting close to her.
As they said this, they both heard a mocking ripple of laughter, and saw the Red Elf dancing with glee at the end of the boat.
“You’ll never go home again,” he cried mockingly, “because you have been naughty, and must be punished.”
“I’ll never be naughty again,” sobbed Tilly.
“No more will I,” echoed Teddy; and they both wept bitterly.
“It’s too late now,” said Gillydrop, shaking his head. “Naughty children always get punished.”