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52 Chit-Chat by Puck.
and the tires of the wheels were made of purest
gold. But the whole carriage was no bigger than
one that might have been placed on a tea-tray.
“You see that my rocking-horses are quite ready,”
said Jack o’ Dreams, and cracked his whip, so that
the steeds reared, and snorted fire out of their nostrils.
“Your carriage is too little for me,” sighed Swen ;
but then Jack o’ Dreams touched him with his whip,
and when Swen looked at himself in one of the
golden rails of the carriage he saw, as in a look-
ing-glass, that he was quite as dwarfish as the
coachman, and he began to laugh’ at himself, for
really he looked so funny!
“Now get up into the carriage, and off we go!”
Jack o’ Dreams called out, and the next moment
they drove off through space at such a speed that
the air whistled around them, as it does when the
storm goes out for a ride.
“Don’t drive quite so fast!” Swen entreated.
Jack o’ Dreams pulled in the reins a little, and
slackened speed so far that the sound was now like
that of the music. of an zolian harp, as the air
played among the flapping harness.
“Where are we going?” Swen asked.
“Where you always have wished to go to,” Jack
o’ Dreams answered ; “but if we are to arrive in
time I must put my rocking-horses into a gallop.”
“Drive on!” Swen called out, and off they flew
again at such a speed that Swen was compelled to
hold his hair with his hands, so that it might 1 not
fly off too.
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