The little boy laughed, and sat down on the hearth before the fire, watching the blaze and warming his hands.
By and by he heard a giggling and a laughing in the chimney, and the next minute he saw a tiny girl, as big as a doll, come tumbling down and jump on to the hearth in front of him.
At first the little boy was dreadfully frightened, but the tiny girl began to dance so prettily, and to nod her head at him in such a friendly way, that he forgot to be afraid.
“What do they call you, little girl?” said he.
“My name is Ownself,” said she proudly. “What is yours?”
“My name,” he answered, laughing very hard, “is My Ownself.”
Then the two children began to play together as if they had known each other all their lives. They danced, and they sang, and they roasted chestnuts before the fire, and they tickled the house-cat’s ears. Then the fire commenced to flicker, and it grew dimmer and dimmer; so the little boy took the poker and stirred up the embers. And a hot coal tumbled out and rolled on to Ownself’s tiny foot. And, oh! how she screamed! Then she wept, and flew into such a rage that the little boy got frightened and hid behind the door.
Just then a squeaky voice called down the chimney: “Ownself! Ownself! What wicked creature hurt you?”
“My Ownself! My Ownself!” she screamed back.
“Then come here, you troublesome little Fairy,” cried the voice angrily.