THE PROFESSOR’S SPECTACLES.
My dear little readers, I have told you about dear Aunt Polly, who was
so kind to Ray and Dorothy, but I have not said a word about their
Uncle John Philip.
Uncle John Philip was a very learned professor. He lived in a great,
gloomy house that was filled with queer-looking specimens from all
parts of the world.
There were cabinets, the shelves of which contained stones of every
variety, besides queer-looking stuffed birds and animals.
There were great, thick volumes on his library shelves, and strange
maps and charts on the walls. It was very seldom that the children went
to visit Uncle John Philip, but whenever they did they were so awed by
all the strange sights in the lonely house that they were always glad
to go home.
One night there was a fire and the professor’s house with all its
strange furniture was totally destroyed. Then Uncle John Philip came to
live at Dorothy May’s for awhile, and she became better acquainted with
the great professor.
Now it so happened that Uncle John Philip, though a very wise
professor, was a very foolish uncle.
He had studied and could explain many wonderful laws of nature, but he
did not understand the heart of a little child.
One day when dear little Dorothy was asking him about the man in the
moon he said, “Tut, tut, child, uninhabitable, no water, no atmosphere.”
Dorothy did not understand in the least what he meant, but she said:
“Don’t you like Mother Goose, where the cow jumped over the moon?”
“Cow, sea-cow, that reminds me,” cried Uncle John Philip, and he darted
into his study. Dorothy did not see him again until supper.
But she did not give up hopes, and the very next day she asked him for
a fairy story.
“Fairies, nonsense,” said the great professor, “there are no fairies.”
“O uncle,” cried Dorothy in grieved surprise, “how can you say that?
Aunt Polly says there are, and besides it tells all about them in my
Santa Claus book.”
“Tut, tut, tut,” said the wise professor.
“But, uncle dear, don’t you love dear old Santa Claus and Mother
Goose?” pleaded the wistful voice.
“Rubbish, romance,” muttered the learned man.
Dorothy waited to hear no more. She ran out of the room, and never
stopped until she reached her own little playroom. She felt terribly
disappointed.
“My uncle doesn’t believe in the lovely fairies,” sighed poor little
Dorothy, “he’ll never have nice times, will he, Susan Ida?”
The doll thus addressed, stared in blank amazement, and Dorothy somehow
felt better for Susan Ida’s sympathy.
Just then from the window in her playroom Dorothy saw her uncle go down
the steps and out of the house. She watched his tall, slightly bent
form until it was out of sight.
She left the playroom and roamed all over the house. As she walked
through the hall, she saw Uncle John Philip’s study door partly open.
At first she just took a peek, then she walked into his study.
The first thing she noticed was that he had left his great spectacles
on the desk.
“He’s forgotten his glasses,” said Dorothy, and her first impulse was
to run after Uncle John Philip and return them.
But he was probably out of sight so Dorothy decided to keep them for
him.
“What a dear little star-fish!” said Dorothy, as her eyes fell on a
small one, lying on a shelf.
Dorothy had gathered star-fishes and sea-urchins in the summer, among
the rocks at the seashore, and she knew all about them.
“I’ll put on Uncle John Philip’s glasses,” said the child, “and make
believe I’m a professor.”
I’m afraid the frolicsome fairies were playing a trick on Dorothy,
because no sooner did she put on the professor’s spectacles, than the
most wonderful change occurred.
The pretty little star-fish assumed the proportions of a gigantic
octopus, and Dorothy was so frightened that she quickly took off the
glasses, and stared in wonder.
“O,” cried the child, “what a dreadful-looking thing!” and she backed
away as far as possible from the harmless little star-fish.
“It’s only a star-fish,” cried Dorothy to reassure herself, and once
more put on the glasses. Again the dreadful octopus was before her and
off came the glasses with a jump.
Just then she spied a bottle filled with water on a table. “That’s
nothing but a bottle of water,” said the little girl, “I’m not afraid
of that,” and again she clapped on the professor’s spectacles.
But horrors! as Dorothy looked through the glasses, the bottle became
as large as a tub and right in the center was a strange, black monster,
with two eyes and a tail swimming around.
The glasses were pulled off in a second and poor little Dorothy began
to cry.
“Now I know why uncle doesn’t believe in the beautiful fairies,” cried
the child, “it’s all on account of these horrid spectacles--they make
him see dreadful things.”
She ran out of the study and down the steps to the garden still holding
the professor’s glasses.
“I’m glad I’m out of that terrible room, it’s just filled with
monsters, I’m not afraid out here,” said Dorothy seating herself on a
rustic bench. Now it so happened that a certain, plump caterpillar was
taking a walk across that very bench and Dorothy happened to see him.
On went the spectacles and up jumped Dorothy. The little caterpillar
had turned into a brown, furry snake and Dorothy ran for her life.
She tried to take off the glasses, but they would not come, and she
walked quickly on.
Some daisies that grew near by looked like immense sunflowers, and
their beautiful white petals were swarming with black bugs.
Suddenly she came upon a gray, maltese monster, curled up asleep in a
corner of the garden. Of course it was Chuff, her own pussy, but she
never recognized him and ran on more frightened than ever.
A cow dozing near a hedge became a red horned monster and Dorothy fled
in terror.
Suddenly a giant appeared in the path before her. He was looking on the
ground to the right and left and never saw Dorothy, who ran behind
some bushes, almost frightened out of her wits.
As he came near the bushes where Dorothy was hiding she recognized
Uncle John Philip, but she was so thoroughly frightened since he had
turned into a giant that she dared not call or make her presence known.
When he had passed she emerged from the bushes and ran into the woods.
At last thoroughly tired she threw herself on the ground, under a great
oak tree and cried herself to sleep with the professor’s spectacles on
her dear little nose.
When Dorothy was fast asleep the good fairies removed the spectacles
and put them in her lap. They felt so sorry to think that Dorothy had
looked through the ugly glasses that they kissed her pretty eyelids and
whispered beautiful dreams in her little pink ears.
They placed her on a swing, made of a single, silver spider thread,
suspended between two trees, and Dorothy swung her little feet while
the fairies sang:
“Where the bee sucks, there lurk I,
In a cowslip’s bell I lie.
There I crouch where owls do cry;
On the bat’s back I do fly,
After summer merrily,
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bow.”
The song was followed by a merry dance, and Dorothy watched the fairies
with delight.
All at once as the fairies danced a strange footstep was heard
approaching. In the twinkling of an eye, every fairy disappeared,
Dorothy’s silver swing broke in the middle, and she found herself under
the oak tree, with the professor’s spectacles in her lap.
She looked up and there stood Uncle John Philip looking down at her, a
puzzled smile on his face.
“My dear child,” said the professor, “how did you get here and what are
you doing with my spectacles?”
Dorothy looked at the glasses in her lap and two big tears rolled down
her cheek.
She began to cry bitterly, and Uncle John Philip sat beside his little
niece and tried to comfort her.
“Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, my dear!” said the great man over and
over.
“O Uncle John Philip,” sobbed the little girl, “I know why you don’t
believe in the beautiful fairies. It’s all on account of these horrid
spectacles.”
Then she told him all about her adventure in his study and questioned
him between sobs and tears.
“That dear little star-fish isn’t a great creepy thing is it, uncle?”
“No dear, no dear, no dear!” declared the professor.
“And you don’t keep black monsters in bottles of water, now, do you,
uncle?”
“No, no, no, no!” cried the great man.
“You’re not a wicked giant and you do believe in fairies, don’t you,
uncle?”
“Surely, surely, I do, I do.”
“Mother Goose isn’t rubbish, is she?” pleaded Dorothy.
“Never,” declared Uncle John. “Mother Goose is a luxury--a positive
luxury, my dear.”
“And Santa, dear old Santa, he’s good, too, isn’t he?” coaxed the child.
“A necessity, my pet, a real necessity, splendid fellow!” exclaimed the
man.
“O, I’m so glad to hear you say so,” cried Dorothy, and she cuddled up
closer to the great professor and put her little hands confidingly in
his.
“There is a man in the moon?” questioned Dorothy suddenly.
“There is, there is, my pet,” cried Uncle John Philip, “and a lady
too, and baby stars, and--and all that sort of thing, my dear.”
“O, goody, do tell me about it!” cried Dorothy.
Uncle John Philip smiled at the eager little face that looked into his,
full of confidence.
The touch of childish hands sent a thrill through the great professor.
He felt twenty years younger, and forty years happier.
A strange something crept into his heart and stole up to his busy
brain. Something was at work brushing away dusty old facts, and
underneath them all bright fancies made themselves known.
Uncle John Philip, the great professor began to half sing and partly
recite a song about the moon.
Lady Moon, Lady Moon, up in the sky,
What do you do, up there so high?
Do you watch your baby stars all night
And smile into their faces bright?
Ah! Lady Moon, I’ve watched you play
At hide-and-seek with clouds in gray.
Lady Moon, Lady Moon, in your golden car,
Do you ride on the milky way afar,
Smiling down on this great world,
Stooping to kiss the waters curled
On its breast with rippling grace,
Rising to meet your beaming face?
Lady Moon, Lady Moon, your song I know
When the night is still; it’s sweet and low.
The drowsy tree-tops nod their heads,
The birdies dream it in their beds,
The west wind sings your lullabys,
While all the world in slumber lies.
“There now,” said Uncle John Philip, “there’s a song about the lady,
and some time I’ll tell you the most wonderful fairy story you ever
heard.”
“You are the best uncle in the world,” said Dorothy, now smiling and
happy.
“Here are your spectacles. I don’t believe they’ll ever make you see
dreadful things again.”
“Dorothy, child,” said the wise man, “my spectacles were blurred and
dim, but they have been washed in the tears of a little child, and
henceforth I shall see better.”
THE END.
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Transcriber’s Note:
Punctuation has been standardised. Spelling and hyphenation has been
retained as it appears in the original publication except as follows:
Page 27
thought if the cat did not hurt her _changed to_
thought if the cat did not hurt him
Page 36
smaller even that _changed to_
smaller even than
Page 82
looked the hall of a _changed to_
looked like the hall of a
Page 91
I am the sugar-bowl fairy _changed to_
I am the Sugar-bowl Fairy
Page 149
Stanzil shook his head _changed to_
Stanzill shook his head
Page 206
JOURNEY WITH THE SCREEN-GIRL _changed to_
JOURNEY WITH THE SCREEN GIRL