Wake!" said the knight, "be quick!
For high street, bye street, over the town
They fight with poker and stick."
Said the squire, "A fight so fell was ne'er
In all thy bailliewick."
What said the old clock in the tower?
"Tick, tick, tick!"

"Wake, daughter, wake! the hour draws on;
Wake!" quoth the dame, "be quick!
The meats are set, the guests are coming,
The fiddler waxing his stick."
She said, "The bridegroom waiting and waiting
To see thy face is sick."
What said the new clock in her bower?
"Tick, tick, tick!"

Jack looked at these hot, brown rocks, first on the left bank and then
on the right, till he was quite tired; but at last the shore on the
right bank became flat, and he saw a beautiful little bay, where the
water was still, and where grass grew down to the brink.

He was so much pleased at this change, that he cried out hastily, "Oh
how I wish my boat would swim into that bay and let me land!" He had
no sooner spoken than the boat altered her course, as if somebody had
been steering her, and began to make for the bay as fast as she could
go.

"How odd!" thought Jack. "I wonder whether I ought to have spoken; for
the boat certainly did not intend to come into this bay. However, I
think I will let her alone now, for I certainly do wish very much to
land here."

As they drew towards the strand, the water got so shallow that you
could see crabs and lobsters walking about at the bottom. At last the
boat's keel grated on the pebbles; and just as Jack began to think of
jumping on shore, he saw two little old women approaching, and gently
driving a white horse before them.

The horse had panniers, one on each side; and when his feet were in
the water he stood still; and Jack said to one of the old women,--"Will
you be so kind as to tell me whether this is Fairyland?"

"What does he say?" asked one old woman of the other.

"I asked if this was Fairyland?" repeated Jack, for he thought the
first old woman might have been deaf. She was very handsomely
dressed in a red satin gown, and did not look in the least like a
washer-woman, though it afterwards appeared that she was one.

"He says, 'Is this Fairyland?'" she replied; and the other, who had a
blue satin cloak, answered, "Oh, does he?" and then they began to
empty the panniers of many small blue, and pink, and scarlet shirts,
and coats, and stockings; and when they had made them into two li