As they talked the children came to a path. They walked down it until they saw a queer little house made of sticks plastered together with mud and colored clay.
“What a queer house!” the children cried. “Isn’t it small!”
They walked up to the door and knocked. “Come in!” a voice called to them from within.
So the children, pushing open the door, stepped inside.
At first they could see nothing, for the door had swung shut behind them, but presently their eyes growing accustomed to the darkness, they made out a form across the room.
“My! It’s dark!” Janey exclaimed. “Can’t we have a light!”
The form across the room chuckled and Johnny reached behind him for the door-knob, so that he could let some light into the room. The door was locked!
When Johnny found this out he stepped in front of Janey. “Keep behind me, Sis!” he whispered. “This doesn’t seem safe!”
At this moment something struck Johnny in the face and splashed all over. It took him so by surprise he staggered backward and stumbled over Janey, so that both the children fell to the floor.