She threw herself down on the bed of moss.
“How soft it is!” she said to herself.
As she said this, she sank down deep into the moss. Down she sank, deeper and deeper. She was frightened, and tried to jump up; but it was too late. The moss closed all over her, and she sank out of sight. She was gone.
Where do you think she was? She was in a little house under the ground. The moss was the roof of the house, and she fell right down through it into a little kitchen, where two gnomes were sitting at a table eating their dinner. She sat down plump on the floor, and stared at the gnomes.
“BLESS MY SOUL!” SAID ONE OF THE GNOMES
“Bless my soul!” said one of the gnomes.
“Bless my soul too, brother!” said the other gnome.
“I’ll tell you what it is, brother Nibby,” said the first gnome, “the roof’s broken in again.”