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GRANDMA AND THE JUMPING FAIRY Johnnie and Billie Bushytail | ||
31. XXXI
GRANDMA AND THE JUMPING FAIRY
GRANDMA LIGHTFOOT was quite surprised when grandpa came home that afternoon, walking spryly along and even taking a jump now and then.
“Why, what in the world is the matter with you?” she asked, looking at him over the tops of her spectacles.
“Nothing, except that I feel fine,” answered the old gentleman squirrel, with a laugh, and, just to prove it, he turned a somersault, a thing he had not done in years and years.
“And look at your tail!” cried grandma;
“No,” said Jennie Chipmunk, “I never would.”
“My tail isn't white any more,” said grandpa, “and I haven't any pain in my back. Whoop!” and he hollered real loudly, he felt so fine.
“Who did it?” asked grandma. “Who changed your tail?”
“A purple fairy,” answered her husband.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” cried grandma, taking off her glasses. “Why, the very idonical idea! What do you mean?”
“That's right, it was a purple fairy,” went on Grandpa Lightfoot. “Billie and Johnnie found her and brought her to me when I was asleep.”
“Oh, nut-crackers!” exclaimed grandma,
“No, I didn't,” declared grandpa. “I feel ever so much younger,” and he danced a little jig and sung this little verse, which you may sing if you wish, as long as the baby isn't asleep:
“Oh, hi-diddle-dum-diddle-di-de-doo,
Sing potatoes, tomatoes, too.
I feel as fine as a fiddle-de-dee.
Won't you come and dance with me?”
“No,” said grandma, very decidedly. “I won't dance. I'm too old, and besides, supper is ready. Now, don't tell me about those purple fairies again, for I simply won't believe it!” Oh, wasn't she the odd old lady, though, but she was as nice as could be, if you only knew her.
“I wish I could get the purple fairy to make your tail silver-gray again,” spoke grandpa, as he was eating his supper.
“Humph! I'd like to see a fairy!” cried grandma. “When I was a girl folks used to say there were such things. But I never saw any, and, what's more, I never will.”
Well, the next day Billie and Johnnie Bushytail came to see how their grandma and grandpa were getting on, and they told about the purple fairy, but still grandma didn't seem to think such a thing could really happen. But now wait, something strange is going to take place in about a minute.
A few days after this, oh, maybe three or so — yes, I guess it was about three days — Jennie Chipmunk was taken sick. She couldn't do the work, and Grandma Lightfoot was very busy, and they had company, too, Mr. and Mrs. Wibblewobble, the ducks.
Well, after the company had gone, Grandma Lightfoot tried to do the work, but she found it quite a task. She was rather old, you know, and not as spry as she once was. Grandpa had to go to the post-office, or he would have helped her. So poor grandma, after she had washed the dishes, had to sit down to rest, she was so tired, and there was the sweeping to do yet, and the dusting, and the beds to make, and, oh, I don't know what all!
“I never can do it,” thought grandma. “I shall have to go out and hire some one.”
Just then there was a little noise in one corner of the room, and, bless me, if a little creature didn't jump right up and down in front of grandma's chair, and exclaim:
“Where's the broom? Where's the dust-rag? Quick! Quick! Quick!”
“Why?” asked grandma, “who are you?”
“I am the jumping fairy,” answered the little creature. “I am always on the jump,” and she jumped some more. “I must jump right at this work,” she went on. “Where is the broom? Where is the dust-rag? Quick! Quick! Quick!”
Then, before grandma could answer, if the jumping fairy hadn't jumped into a corner and got the broom, and then she began jumping all around the room, sweeping as fast as the wind blows. Then she jumped to another corner, and got the rag, and began dusting, jumping from chair to chair, and from the piano stool to the table, and back again, dusting, dusting, dusting, all the while.
“Now the beds!” cried the fairy, and she
All this while grandma looked on, too surprised to speak. Then, when everything was done, the fairy jumped up and down in front of the old lady squirrel three times, and said: “Wishka, Washka, Wushka!” which is magical, you know, and then she added: “Look at your tail!” and believe me, if grandma's tail hadn't turned silver-gray, just like grandpa's, and she felt ever so much better. Then the fairy jumped out of the window and disappeared, after saying good-bye.
Well, when Grandpa Lightfoot came in,
“How did it all happen, my dear?”
“Oh,” she answered, “the jumping fairy did it.”
“The jumping fairy? Why, I thought you didn't believe in fairies.”
“Oh, I guess I do a little bit,” grandma admitted. “My, but I never saw such quick work, though, and I feel quite rested.”
Then grandpa was real glad, and a few days after that Jennie Chipmunk got better, and the squirrels, all of them, including Johnnie and Billie Bushytail, and Sister Sallie, lived happily ever after.
Now we have come to the end of the book, children, but in case you would like to hear some more stories, I am going to put them in another volume. They will be about some nice ducks, Lulu, Alice and Jimmie Wibblewobble,
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GRANDMA AND THE JUMPING FAIRY Johnnie and Billie Bushytail | ||