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'But I mean where did it come from just now--when I found it?'
'Oh, _then_. Why, it come out of the paG.o.da, of course. The floor of the third story was made double, and the ring was stuck between the floor of that and the ceiling of the second floor, and when you smashed the paG.o.da o' course it rolled out. The paG.o.da was made o' purpose to take care of the ring.'
'Who made it?' asked Fina.
'I did,' said the genie proudly.
'And now,' said Fina, 'what shall we do?'
'Excuse me,' the footman said firmly; 'one thing I'm _not_ bound to do is to give advice.'
'But you'll do anything else I tell you?'
'Yes, miss--almost anything. I'll talk to you willing, I will, and tell you my life's sorrows.'
'I should like that some other time,' said Fina, 'but just now, perhaps, you'd better get me a doll.'
And a doll lay at her feet among the dead leaves. It was a farthing Dutch doll.
'You didn't say what sort of a doll,' said the footman, when she had rubbed the ring and he had reappeared, and she had reproached him. 'I've been in service long enough to do exactly what I am told. My life-sorrow has been----'
'I say,' Fina said suddenly, 'can't you get the paG.o.da back for me?'
Instantly the paG.o.da was there and the footman was not. Fina spent the afternoon playing with the beautiful ivory toy, but when it was tea-time she had to ask the genie footman to take it away again, for she dared not face the questions and she could not invent the explanations that would have followed if she had turned up at the house with the paG.o.da under her arm.
You will think that Fina ought to have been the happiest of little girls, now that she had a genie footman Slave of the Ring in a green coat to get her anything she wanted, and run her errands on his beautiful bal.u.s.trade-like white silk legs. But this was not so.
It was all very well to go into the wood every day and make the footman fetch her the most beautiful dolls and toys and sweets, but even sweets are dull if you eat them alone; and what is the use of toys, or even paG.o.das, if you have no one to show them to, and dare not have them except in a secret corner of the wood?
She tried to get the footman to play with her, but he said that was a little more than anyone could expect, and began again about his sorrows; and as for getting him to take any interest in the wonderful things he fetched for her, she felt at once that these were nothing to a genie footman with such a jewelled and exciting past as his.
She was not a very clever little girl. She wished for a white pony, and, of course, it came, but there was no room for it in the wood, and it walked on her foot and tried to bite her, and she hastily had to send it away. She wished for a pet lamb, but it baaed so loudly that she was almost discovered by the farmer, so that had to go too. And she had been wishing for these vain and unsatisfying things for more than a week before she thought of asking for a little girl to play with.
The genie brought a little girl at once, but she was a horrid little girl, with a red pigtail and a green frock trimmed with black bead tr.i.m.m.i.n.g, and she broke the toys and laughed at Fina when she tried to tell her the story of the paG.o.da and the Ring Slave. Also there was no room to play in the secret nook in the wood, and when the little girl had slapped Fina and taken the paG.o.da away from her it seemed best to ask the genie to take the little girl herself away. Fina never saw her again, and never wanted to either!
At last Fina knew that what she really wanted was not only someone to play with, but a good place to play in, so she shut her eyes and thought--as hard as a not very clever person of eight can think--and then she rubbed the ring and said:
'Please take me somewhere where there is a little girl who will play with me, a nice little girl, and room to play in.'
And at once the wood vanished--like a magic-lantern picture when the kind clergyman who is showing it changes the slide--and she was in a strange room.
[Ill.u.s.tration: 'The little girl had slapped Fina and taken the paG.o.da away.'--Page 214.]
It was a nursery--very large and light. There were flowers at the window, and pictures on the walls, and many toys. And on a couch, covered with a bright green rug with yellow daisies embroidered on it, lay a little girl with pretty yellow hair and kind, merry blue eyes.
'_Oh!_' said the little girl, very much astonished.
'_Oh!_' said Fina, at the same minute, and with the same quant.i.ty of astonishment.
'I've come to play with you, if you'll let me,' said Fina.
'How lovely! But how did you get in?'
'The Slave of the Ring brought me.'
'The Slave of the Ring! How wonderful!'
'Yes, isn't it? What's your name?'
'Ella.'
'Mine's Fina. Wouldn't you like to see my Ring Slave, Ella?'
'Yes--oh yes!' Ella was laughing softly.
Fina rubbed the ring and the footman genie appeared, his silk legs more beautifully silk than ever.
'Please fetch the paG.o.da.'
The paG.o.da toppled on to the couch, and the genie vanished, as he always did when he had executed an order.
When Ella had admired the paG.o.da, which she did very thoroughly and satisfyingly, she said:
'And now I'll show you _mine_!'
She pulled a battered iron thing from under her pillow and rubbed it.
Instantly a very grand stout gentleman in evening dress stood before them. He had most respectable whiskers, and he said:
'What can I do for you, madam?'
'Who is it?' whispered Fina.
'It's the Slave of the Lamp,' said Ella. 'He says he's disguised as a perfect butler because times have changed so since _his_ time.'
'Send him away,' said Fina.
'Oh, dear Ella,' she went on, when they were alone, 'tell me all about yours, and I'll tell you all about mine.'
'Well,' said Ella, 'I found the lamp at the seaside, just before I hurt my back. I fell off the sea-wall, you know, and I shan't be able to walk for ever so long. And one day I rubbed it by accident, and since then my beautiful perfect butler gets me anything I want. Look here, I'll tell him to make it like it was yesterday.'
The lamp was rubbed, the order given, and the nursery became a palace hall hung with cloth of gold and blazing with jewels and softly-coloured lamps.
'But can't your butler cure your back?'
'No. Time is the only genie who can do that, my butler says. You don't know how I've wanted someone to show it all to! But I never thought of wishing for you. It's only a week since I found the lamp----'
'Do they leave you alone all the time?'