The rose and the ring; or, The history of Prince Giglio and Prince Bulbo; a fireside pantomime for great and small children . ar; forthe Fairy Blackstick coming to call upon the prince and princess, whowere actually sitting at the open drawing-room window, Gruffanufinot only denied them, but made the most odious vulgar sign as he wasgoing to slam the door in the fairys face ! Git away, hold Black-stick ! said he. I tell you, master and missis aint at home to you;and he was, as we have said, going to slam the door. But the fairy, with her wand, prevented the door being shut; andGruffanufFcame o
The rose and the ring; or, The history of Prince Giglio and Prince Bulbo; a fireside pantomime for great and small children . ar; forthe Fairy Blackstick coming to call upon the prince and princess, whowere actually sitting at the open drawing-room window, Gruffanufinot only denied them, but made the most odious vulgar sign as he wasgoing to slam the door in the fairys face ! Git away, hold Black-stick ! said he. I tell you, master and missis aint at home to you;and he was, as we have said, going to slam the door. But the fairy, with her wand, prevented the door being shut; andGruffanufFcame out again in a fury, swearing in the most abominableway, and asking the fairy Avhether she thought he was going to stayat that there door hall day. You are going to stay at that door all day and all night, and formany a long year, the fairy said, very majestically ; and Gruffanuff, dont you think she served him right f 23 coming out of the door, straddling before it with his great calves, burstout laughing, and cried, TIa, ha, ha! this is a good un ! Ha—ah—whats this ? Let me down—0—o—Hm ! and then he was For, as the fairy waved her wand over him, he felt himself risingoil the ground, and fluttering up against the door, and then, as it a 24 ALL YE FOOTMEN RUDE AND ROUGH, screw ran into his stomach, he felt a dreadful pain there, and waspinned to the door ; and then his arms flew up over his head ; and hislegs, after writhing about wildly, twisted under his body ; and he feltcold, cold, growing over him, as if he was turning into metal, and hesaid, 0—0—Hm ! and could say no more, because he was dumb. He was turned into metal! He was from being brazen, brass! more nor less than a knocker! And there he was, nailedto the door in the blazing summer day, till he burned almost red hot;and there he was, nailed to the door all the bitter winter nights, tillhis brass nose was dropping with icicles. And the postman came and
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