CHAPTER IX.
UP AND DOWN THE CHIMNEY.
"_Helper_.

Well, but if it was all dream, it would be the same as if it was all real, would it not?
"_Keeper_.

Yes, I see.

I mean, Sir, I do _not_ see."-- _A Liliput Revel_.
_Not_ having "just had her dinner," and feeling very much inclined for her tea, Griselda ran home at a great rate.
She felt, too, in such good spirits; it had been so delightful to have a companion in her play.
"What a good thing it was I didn't make Phil run away before I found out what a nice little boy he was," she said to herself.

"I must look out my old reading books to-night.