If that was so the man would like to see him do it, that he would.
Oh, Trouble would do that and more, too, for a friend’s asking. So he made himself small and smaller, and so crept into the cleft in the log as easily as though he had been a mouse. But, no sooner was he snugly there than the man seized his axe and knocked out the wedge, and there was Trouble as safe as safe could be. He might beg and beg, but no, the man was deaf in that ear. He shouldered his axe and off he went, leaving Trouble where he was.
Dear me! that was a long time ago; or else some busybody must have let Trouble out of that log, for I know very well that he is stumping about the world nowadays.
Four O’clock·
The Air grew chill, the Sky was grey; |K☊P. ♊︎ des.| |●| | ☽|
The Black Cock crowed, and far away
Another answered. In a dream
The Kobold drank thick clotted Cream,