The Wonderful Bed | Page 2

and Aunt Jane said expressly we were not to take anything out of it!"
"You are just like Bluebeard's wife," began Rudolf, but Peter--as was
his way--paid no attention to either of them. He put the box down on
the hearth-rug, and got on his hands and knees to open it. Then, of
course, the other two thought they might as well see what there was to
see, and all three heads bent over the box. After all it contained nothing
very wonderful, the cover itself being the prettiest part, Ann thought,
for on it was painted a bright-colored picture of a little girl in a funny,
high-waisted, old-fashioned dress, making a curtsy to a little boy
dressed like an old gentleman and carrying a toy ship in his hand. The
box was filled with old toys, most of them chipped or broken. There
was a very small tea-set with at least half of the cups missing, a
wooden horse which only possessed three legs, and the remains of a
regiment of battered tin soldiers.
"How funny the box smells--and the toys, too!" Ann said. "Sort of
queer and yet sweet, like mother's glove case. I think she said it was
sandal-wood. That set must have been a darling when it was new, but
there's only just a speck of blue left and the gilt is every bit gone. These
must be Aunt Jane's toys that she had when she was little."

"That was a long time ago," remarked Rudolf thoughtfully. "I don't see
why Aunt Jane didn't throw 'em away, they're awful trash, I think.
Those soldiers aren't bad, but--"
Just then Ann's sharp eyes caught Peter as he was about to slip away
with a little parcel done up in silver paper that had lain all by itself at
the very bottom of the box. By this time she and Rudolf had both
forgotten that they had no more right than Peter to any of the things in
the box, and both threw themselves on their little brother. Peter fought
and kicked, but was at last forced to surrender the little parcel. Under
the silver paper which Rudolf hurriedly tore off, was layer after layer of
pink tissue infolding something which the boy, when he came to it at
last, tossed on the floor in his disgust.
"Pshaw," he exclaimed, "it's nothing in the world but an old corn-cob!"
"Yes, it is, too," said Ann, picking it up. "It's a doll, the funniest old
doll I ever saw!"
And a strange little doll she was, made out of nothing more or less than
a withered corn-cob, her face--such a queer little face--painted on it,
and her hair and dress made very cleverly out of the corn shucks. Ann
burst out laughing as she looked at the old doll, and turning to her new
children, Marie-Louise and Angelina-Elfrida, which her mother had
given her for Christmas, she placed the two beauties on the hearth-rug,
one on each side of the corn-cob, just to see the difference. This seemed
to make Peter very cross. He tried his best to snatch away the old doll,
but Rudolf, to tease him, held him off with one hand while with the
other he seized the poor creature by her long braids and swung her
slowly over the fire.
"Wouldn't it be fun, Ann," said he, "to see how quick she'd burn?"
"Oh, you mustn't, Rudolf," Ann cried, "Aunt Jane mightn't like it. I
shouldn't be surprised if she'd punish you."
At that Rudolf lowered the old doll almost into the blaze, and she
would most certainly have burned up, she was so very dry and crackly,

if at that very moment Aunt Jane had not come into the room and
snatched her out of his hand. Rudolf never remembered to have seen
Aunt Jane so vexed before. Her blue eyes flashed, and her cheeks were
quite pink under her silver-colored hair. He expected she would scold,
but she didn't, she only said--"Oh, Rudolf!" in a rather unpleasant way,
and then, after she had carefully restored the corn-cob doll to her
wrappings, she knelt down and began to gather up the old toys which
the children had scattered over the hearth-rug. Ann and Rudolf helped
her, and Peter who, though a very mischievous little boy, was always
honest, confessed that he had been the one to open the old cupboard
and take out the box. He seemed to feel rather uncomfortable about it,
and after the things had been put away, he climbed upon Aunt Jane's
lap and hid his head upon her shoulder. "Never mind, Peter, dear," she
said, holding him very tight, "I always meant to show you my old toys
some day. I dare say you children think it strange that I have