56 Fairy Tales

himself. The child’s eyes grew rounder and
rounder, and it was not until she had heard
the story many times that she hugged her
doll.

“T don’t know about the clouds yet,”
said Jacob, ‘but I mean to learn, and so
I shall come to school until I do. All
that lot of books which Santa Klaus left
are sure to have everything in them. Be-
sides, I shall make Krawk tell me. He
knows heaps.”

Roschen did not very much care about
his learning, but she loved Krawk, and
meant to give him bones to pick whenever
she could get them. She wanted to know
more about the journey home than the boy
could tell her, for he had to own that he
was asleep.

“And how could he have put thee into
thy bed, and no one the wiser? Oh,
Jacob, he must have taken thee down the
chimney !”

“TI don’t know,” said Jacob, growing red
and turning away, for the same thought