Jacob and the Raven 51

beautiful things came tumbling out, big
dolls and penny dolls, and doll-houses, and
whips, and horns, and knives, and puzzles,
and books, and tea-things, and Jack-in-the-
boxes, and carts, and horses, and bricks, and
balls. There were more things than I can
even tell you about, and as Jacob saw them
his eyes grew bigger and bigger. But when
Klaus said, ‘‘ From Steinberg,” the boy lifted
himself eagerly from the skins, and his sleepi-
ness went away. For Steinberg was his own
little town, and with the name rose up a
recollection of the gabled street, and the
schoolmaster’s house, and his playfellows, and
little Réschen, so that something seemed to
catch his throat. Klaus was still speaking.
“TI made all the children there happy,” he
went on, “except one, and she was the one
I liked the best of all. But she grieves all
day long for her playmate, a boy who went
away to try to find out where the clouds
come from. Krawk the raven went with
him, and neither of them have come back,
and she thinks they have forgotten her. She