red savagely at the Goblin, and continued:--

_My remarks have been directed at the one who, I supposed,
Had been violently thumping on my person while I dozed;
By a simple calculation, you will find that there is due
Just six times as much politeness from a little chap like you._

"Oh! you make me ill!" said the Goblin, flippantly. "Go to sleep."

Badorful stared at him for a moment, and then, with a sickly smile,
murmured, "Good-afternoon," and disappeared behind the wall.

Davy and the Goblin now hurried off in pursuit of Gobobbles, and
presently came upon the crowd of farmers who had joined hands in a ring,
and were dancing around a large white object lying on the ground. Davy
pushed his way eagerly through the crowd, expecting to see Gobobbles;
but the white object proved to be the Cockalorum hemmed in by a ring of
pitchforks sticking in the ground, and with his feathers more rumpled
than ever.

"Dear me!" exclaimed Davy, perfectly amazed, "I thought we were chasing
Gobobbles!"

"Of course you did," said the Goblin, complacently; "but in this part of
the world things very often turn out to be different from what they
would have been if they hadn't been otherwise than as you expected they
were going to be."

"But you thought so yourself," began Davy, when, to his distress, the
Goblin suddenly faded into a dull pinkish color, and then disappeared
altogether. Davy looked about him, and found that the Cockalorum and the
dancing farmers had also disappeared, and that he was quite alone in a
dense wood.

[Illustration: "COCKALORUM HEMMED IN BY A RING OF PITCHFORKS."]

CHAPTER VII.

THE MOVING FOREST.

"Oh, dear!" cried Davy, speaking aloud in his distress, "I do wish
people and things wouldn't change about so! Just so soon as ever I get
to a place it goes away, and I'm somewhere else!"--and the little boy's
heart began to beat rapidly as he looked about him; for the wood was
very dark and solemn and still.

Presently the trees and bushes directly before him moved silently apart
and showed a broad path beautifully overgrown with soft turf; and as he
stepped forward upon it the trees and bushes beyond moved silently aside
in their turn, and the path grew before him, as he walked along, like a
green carpet slowly unrolling itself through the wood. It made him a
little uneasy, at first, to find that the trees behind him came together
again, quietly blotting out the path; but then he tho