“I wish it were out,” he heard some one say.
“Rascal!” shouted the smith. “How dare you make fun of a good Christian man?” He seized his hammer and rushed outside. But Tony had such a holy terror of this grimy man that he ran away as fast as his legs could carry him, and is probably still running, in which case, no doubt, he has met with many adventures on the way.
Hop-o’-my-Thumb and a Duck
HOP-O’-MY-THUMB
OP-o’-my-Thumb was a tiny little fellow about as tall as your thumb.
He and his mother lived in a little hut made of dried leaves.