“Is it Long-Arms?”
“No,” shouted the dwarf, and he hopped up and down with joy.
“Is it—is it by any chance Brittle-Legs?”
When the Queen said that the dwarf gave a scream of rage. His face grew first as black as thunder, and then as red as fire.
“Someone has told you! Someone has told you!” he shrieked and he stamped so hard that his foot sank down into the floor and he could not pull it out, so he shook it off and hopped away, leaving one leg behind him, and what became of him after that nobody ever knew. But the Queen lived happy and untroubled forever after.
“I WENT UP ONE PAIR OF STAIRS,” ETC.
Now I will tell you a joke; whatever I say to you, you must answer “Just like me.” Now we will begin.
I went up one pair of stairs.