. St. Nicholas [serial] . hey came near the hill and saw atiny, tumbledown cottage just at its foot. Hastily dismounting, Bud, Fluff, and thequeen rushed into the cottage, where a wrinkledold woman was bent nearly double over acrazy-quilt upon which she was sewing patches. Where is the cloak ? cried the three, in abreath. The woman did not raise her head, butcounted her stitches in a slow, monotonous tone. Sixteen — seventeen — eighteen — Where is the magic cloak ? demandedZixi, stamping her foot impatiently. Nineteen — said Dame Dingle, slowly. There ! I ve broken my needle ! Answer us at onc
. St. Nicholas [serial] . hey came near the hill and saw atiny, tumbledown cottage just at its foot. Hastily dismounting, Bud, Fluff, and thequeen rushed into the cottage, where a wrinkledold woman was bent nearly double over acrazy-quilt upon which she was sewing patches. Where is the cloak ? cried the three, in abreath. The woman did not raise her head, butcounted her stitches in a slow, monotonous tone. Sixteen — seventeen — eighteen — Where is the magic cloak ? demandedZixi, stamping her foot impatiently. Nineteen — said Dame Dingle, slowly. There ! I ve broken my needle ! Answer us at once ! commanded Bud,sternly. Where is the magic cloak ? The woman paid no attention to him what-ever. She carefully selected a new needle,threaded it after several attempts, and begananew to stitch the patch. Twenty ! she mumbled in a low voice; twenty-one — But now Zixi snatched the work from herhands and exclaimed: If you do not answer at once I will giveyou a good beating ! OR, THE STORY OF THE MAGIC CLOAK. 977. NO, INDEED, ANSWERED THE GRAY OWL. i BELIEVE I AM SAFER IN A TREE. That is all right, said the dame, looking upat them through her spectacles; the patchestake twenty-one stitches on each side, and if Ilose my count I get mixed up. But it s allright now. What do you want ? The cloak the old shepherd gave you, re-plied the queen, sharply. The pretty cloak with the bright colors ? asked the dame, calmly. Yes ! Yes! answered the three, excitedly. Why, that very patch I was sewing was cutfrom that cloak, said Dame Dingle. Is nt itlovely ? And it brightens the rest of the crazy-quilt beautifully. Do you mean that you have cut up mymagic cloak ? asked Fluff, in amazement,while the others were too horrified to speak. Certainly, said the woman. The cloakwas too fine for me to wear, and I needed some-thing bright in my crazy-quilt. So I cut uphalf of the cloak and made patches of it. The witch-queen gave a gasp, and sat downsuddenly upon a rickety bench. Princess Vol.
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