“But where’s my nose?” he exclaimed, as on putting up his hand to his tickled face he found that his coils were gone.
This question was received with a shout of laughter, in which Harpin joined, and Ranulf awoke to the fact that he had been dreaming.
ABOUT THE END OF IT.
But although he has returned from Blunderland, leaving behind him his long nose, he has brought a pretty long tail home with him instead of it; and now, as he was often taught never to be a tale-bearer, it has been carried to the Black woods, and hid away in these leaves, in the hope that it may amuse other little people who chance to unfold it.
THE END.
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FOOTNOTES
[1] Air—“Silver Threads among the Gold.”
[2] The words, “Till ’ee gits it he’s coal as a cokeumber,” are interpolated in the MSS.; but doubts of their authenticity, and fears of ruptured sides in the case of those who might think a joke was intended, make it prudent to delete them.—Ed.