STORIES AND TAILS BY THE SAGE.
"Do you mean to say," inquired Dick, when the Sage had finished, "that
all those last things were prizes; because, if so, there isn't a single
one of them that I should have cared for much, except the Strawberry
Jam?"
"That only shows a great want of taste on your part," said the old Sage,
severely. "Isms and Ologies, and things of that sort, are very tasty,
when you become used to them."
"What are Isms and Ologies, if you please, Sir?" asked Marjorie.
"Oh, there are various kinds," was the reply. "There's Ge-Ology, for
instance, which is lovely spread on bread-and-butter; and Zo-Ology, with
Aphor-Ism sauce, is simply delicious."
"They don't sound very nice," said Marjorie, dubiously, making a wry
face.
"You don't know anything at all about it, I'm afraid, my dear," said the
little old man, decidedly. "You would probably prefer dolls and
foolishness of that sort!"
"Yes, I think I should," admitted Marjorie, candidly.
"Do you know _everything_, please, Mr. Sage?" inquired Fidge, who had
been very silent during this conversation, which he had not in the least
been able to understand.
"Yes, my dear," said the Sage, smiling affably.
"Stories?" inquired Fidge, his eyes wide open with excitement and
interest.
The old man nodded.
"Oh! do tell us one, please," begged the little boy. "The Three Bears,
or Little Red Riding Hood, or something of that sort."
"Fidge, Fidge," cried Dick, rebukingly, "you mustn't bother the
gentleman."
"Oh, I don't mind in the least," said the Sage, pleasantly. "I'll tell
him some stories, if he likes."
"Oh! thanks, that's jolly!" cried Fidge, clapping his hands, and they
all sat down again, while the old man began as follows:--
"It was on a dark winter's night, and the hot sun was pouring down upon
the----"
"Oh!" interrupted Marjorie, "I beg your pardon, but haven't you made a
mistake? It couldn't have been dark, you know, if the sun was shining."
The Sage frowned severely.
"Are you telling this story, or am I?" he asked, coldly.
"Oh, I beg your pardon," said Marjorie, "please go on."
"Was pouring down upon the ship," continued the Sage, "and almost
freezing the poor soldiers, who had great difficulty as it was, in
dragging the heavy cannon up the steep side of the mountain, upon which
he was standing; still leaning over the side of the balloon, she peered
down eagerly into the sky. There was not a soul in sight.
"Suddenly a cry of 'Fire!' rang through the town, and two or three of
them hastily putting on their best clothes, joined the picnic party
under the gnarled oak tree in the meadow, and their joyous laughter rang
merrily down the old staircase, where the grandfather's clock stood,
tick-tick-ticking, like the great volcano which yawned at their very
feet, and into which the two boys plunged merrily, and were soon
splashing about in the shallow water like a mahogany chest of drawers
upon the sands of time."
The Sage paused.
"Do you like it?" he inquired, anxiously.
"Not much, I'm afraid," said Dick. "You see, we can't quite understand
what it's all about."
"Well, neither do I," said the Sage, "because, you know, I'm making it
up as I go along."
"Then it isn't true?" asked Marjorie.
"True? Nonsense! You wanted a story, didn't you? This is a real story;
there isn't a particle of truth in it anywhere."
"Oh, we didn't mean that kind of story," explained Marjorie, "we meant a
tale."
"What kind of a tale would you like--a Fishes' tale, a Birds' tale, or
an Animals' tale?"
"A birds' tale, please," said Marjorie, after consulting the others.
"All right," said the Sage, "this is a lot of birds' tales all tied up
together, and is called a fable----"
[Illustration: "The gossiping goose."]
"Is it one of AEsop's?" asked Dick, who thought that it would look grand
for him to have heard of AEsop's fables.
"No, it isn't," said the Sage, rather crossly; "it's one of my own! Now
then, are you ready? I call it--"
"THE GOSSIPING GOOSE."
"A Crested Grebe, a Spoonbill, and a Goose,
I beg to say,
Met one fine day,
And compliments were passed the most profuse.
'How very well you look, my dear,' said one,
'That shade of red
Upon your head,
So sweet; and how _delightfully_ your hair is done.'
And each had gratifying things to say,
With gushing smile,
Upon the style
Of all the others' holiday array.
Then Mrs. Goose, with most superior sneer,
Said, 'Have you seen
That dress of green
That Mrs. Peacock's wearing now, my dear?
'She looks a perfect guy, and then--her feet
And legs! Oh, lor!
I never saw
A bird so clumsy, or so indiscreet.
'I met her at the Concert Hall last week,
A poor affair,
I do declare,
I wonder that the Songsters have such cheek.
'Miss Nightingale was singing far too loud;
I never heard
So harsh a bird,
I wonder how she dared to face the crowd.
'Miss Thrush had quite a decent voice, I hear,
Some years ago
(A score or so),
But now her voice is giving way, I fear.
'She sang as badly as did Mrs. Lark,
Who all agreed,
Had every need
Of lessons, to bring _her_ up to the mark.
'Miss Linnet had a really dreadful cough.
As for the rest,
They quite distressed
The company. Well, good-by, dears. I'm off.'
And, while the Spoonbill and the other bird
Went on their way,
I heard one say,
'That Mrs. Goose is really most absurd.
'She talks about the Peacock's gaudy dress:
If she prefers
That gray of hers,
I don't admire her taste, I must confess.
'And as for legs and feet--well, I declare,
The pair she's got
Are really not
The kind that I'd be seen with anywhere.
'While as for singing, that _she_ should complain
Of other folk
Is past a joke,
I vow I'll not be friends with her again.'
'My dear,' the other said, 'remember this:
A critic she
Of high degree,
For though she can't sing well, the goose can _hiss_.'"
The Sage had scarcely finished when a sound of weeping and wailing was
heard, and presently a whole troop of gnomes appeared in the onion
field. They were crying bitterly, and to the children's great surprise
several of them had grown enormously tall and others equally stout.
They came straight up to the Sage's hut, and with tears streaming down
their faces beseeched him to help them. They had foolishly been making
use of the authority which the Little Panjandrum's Ambassador had given
to the children; and although it acted one way, and made them the size
that they wished to be, it would not turn them back again.
[Illustration: "They were crying bitterly."]
"And my wife and family refuse to have anything to do with me," said one
ridiculously tall individual.
"And I can't squeeze into my own house, anyhow," wept the stout one.
"The only way," said the Sage, after a moment's thought, with his
forehead wrinkled into deep furrows, "is to send the Ki-Wi to the Court
of the Little Panjandrum for a fresh authority. It's no use your having
this one back if it won't act properly, is it?" he inquired, turning to
the children.
"Certainly not," said Dick; "but who is the Ki-Wi, please?"
"Oh, he's the Court Messenger," explained the Sage, "and is the only one
here allowed to enter the Court of the Little Panjandrum without
permission."
"Go and fetch him," he continued.
And the gnomes disappeared, returning presently with the Ki-Wi (who
turned out to be a curious kind of bird), and the written authority,
which had been taken from the children.
"Let me look at it," said the Sage, holding out his hand for the paper.
[Illustration: "Produced a large document and began to read."]
"Why, no wonder it won't act for the gnomes," he exclaimed, when he had
read it.
"It mentions you all by name--just try it yourselves, will you?"
Dick took the paper from him, and said loudly, "We wish to be our own
size again."
To their great delight the children at once found themselves their usual
height, and the onions, which had looked before like huge trees, now
only reached a little above their heads, while the Sage and the other
gnomes looked the tiniest little creatures again.
"This is better," said Dick, shaking himself as though he had come out
of the water.
"Yes, isn't it good to be ourselves once more," said Marjorie.
While Fidge jumped about delightedly, breaking down several of the onion
plants, and almost treading on the Sage's hut.
"Don't caper about like a lot of lunatics," shouted the little man,
angrily. "Come and sit down and talk business. The Ki-Wi has something
to tell you."
All excitement to know what it could be, the children sat down again,
and the Ki-Wi after fumbling about in his coat tail for some time,
produced a large document and began to read.