“Well I won’t be foolish enough to look in this one!” Gran’pa said, as he walked right past it and opened a door upon the other side. “Here we are, Gran’ma! I can see daylight, and the steps lead up to the top of the ground.”
“If that is the case, I shall take a peep in this Green Jar!” Gran’ma said.
“Don’t do it, Gran’ma!” Gran’pa cautioned. “Profit by our last experience!”
“Yes, but the other was a pot, and pots are always apt to boil over or do something of the sort,” Gran’ma answered. “I shall look into this Green Jar and you can hold the door wide open, like this, so it won’t take a moment to drop it and hurry up the steps and escape if it begins to blow popcorn or do anything of the kind.”
“Did you open the Green Jar?” the Beautiful Girl asked. (page [65])
Gran’ma took the lid from the Green Jar and thick red smoke came whirling up from it.
Gran’ma wished to run, but her knees would not let her, so she sat right down, smack! upon the floor and watched.
When the smoke thinned out Gran’ma saw the hands, then the arms, then the head of a Beautiful Girl appear above the edge of the Green Jar.
She raised her arms above her head and yawned.