. St. Nicholas [serial] . rms, who ran about withtheir tiny lamps and threw their light just wherethe workmen needed it. There were hundreds of little tailor goblins,seated cross-legged on a bench, sewing away onthe clothes intended for the boy-dolls, whichwere being made by another set of there were thousands of little goblin dress-makers, all busy making dresses for the ladydolls. There were tiny blacksmiths and tinycarpenters, all as hard at work as possible; forE-ma-ji-na-shun told Elfie that the toymakerscould hardly make toys fast enough to take theplace of those the little
. St. Nicholas [serial] . rms, who ran about withtheir tiny lamps and threw their light just wherethe workmen needed it. There were hundreds of little tailor goblins,seated cross-legged on a bench, sewing away onthe clothes intended for the boy-dolls, whichwere being made by another set of there were thousands of little goblin dress-makers, all busy making dresses for the ladydolls. There were tiny blacksmiths and tinycarpenters, all as hard at work as possible; forE-ma-ji-na-shun told Elfie that the toymakerscould hardly make toys fast enough to take theplace of those the little earth children werealways breaking. The room was so long that Elfie could notsee the end of it, and she could not understand i89i.] ELFIE S VISIT TO CLOUDLAND AND THE MOON. 349 how so long a room could be in the dollscastle, as she had seen it from the outside; buther guide only chuckled and said : Another one of my tricks, my dear! Dontmake your head ache by trying to explain thetricks of E-ma-ji-na-shun. Now I will show. THE LITTLE TAILOR GOBLINS. you my head workman, the champion toy-maker of Cloudland. There he is; now watchhim at work. The workman that Elfie was looking at wasa light red goblin, picked out with green; thatis, his face, hands, and legs were red, his bodywas red with green stripes, while his hair, eye-brows, eyes, teeth, and finger-nails were nose was a deeper red than the rest ofhis face, making a very pleasant contrast. He held in one hand a long round stick andin the other a little hatchet, and as he stood athis bench he kept repeating the verse: Tweeney, Tweeney, Twiney-twum,Cattle-a-weeney, winey wum,Spick, spack, must be done —Tweeney, Twiney, Twenty-one. Every time he said twenty-one, he wouldhit the stick with his hatchet, and immediatelysome sort of a toy was made, complete ! Therewas a top, or a doll, or a music-box, or a leadsoldier, or a boat, just whatever he thought theworkmen were most in need of at that moment. Elfie thought it wa
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