"Why, it's made of chocolate!" cried Redy, who had sucked her fingers after touching it.
"I will eat the latch away!" decided Smaly.
"And I'll eat the hinges," said Redy.
She seized a hinge and he tore off the latch.
The next moment the tears were pouring down their faces.
"Oh, oh, it's burning me!" cried poor Redy.
"It must be made of red pepper and spice!" wept Smaly.
Redy's Hands were crying with Fright
They had certainly burnt their tongues. They held hands and ran away, uttering little moans of pain. The path took an abrupt turn, then another, then a third, and yet a fourth, till it had described a complete circle. Smaly and Redy found themselves once again opposite the door.