set off running after them, when he felt himself caught up to the
coloured fires of the roof and sent spinning ungovernably through
space. Suddenly he was dumped to the ground, and just as his feet were
gathering themselves up under him he heard the Angelus bell ringing
from the village below the slopes of the wood.

He was standing again by the side of the Wishing-Pot, and the old
woman sat cowering, and blinking her spider-eye at him, too much
astonished to speak or move.

Tulip looked at her with a pleasant and engaging air. 'Oh, good
mother, what a treat you have given me!' he said. 'How I wish I had
money for another wish! what a pity it was ever to have wished myself
back again!'

When the old witch heard that she thought still to entrap him, and
answered joyfully, 'Why, kind Sir, surely, kind Sir, if you like it
you shall look again! Take another wish, and never mind about the
money.' So she said the spell once more which opened to him the
wonders of the Wishing-Pot.

Then cried Tulip, clapping his hands, 'What better can I wish than to
have you in the Wishing-Pot, in the place of all those poor folk whom
you have imprisoned with their wishes!'

Hardly was the thing said than done; all the children who had been
Tulip's playmates, and Miller Dick with his broad thumbs, and the
dairyman's wife, were every one of them out, and the old witch woman
was nowhere to be seen.

But Tulip put his eye to the mouth of the Wishing-Pot; and there down
below he saw the old witch, running round and round as hard as she
could go, pursued by a herd of green spiders. And there without doubt
she remains.

And now everybody was happy except Tulip himself; for the children had
all of them their toys, and the old miller his gold, and as for the
dairyman's wife, she found that she had become the mother of a large
and promising infant. But Tulip had altogether lost his lady of the
dear green feet, for in thinking of others he had forgotten to think
of himself. All the gratitude of the poor people he had saved was
nothing to him in that great loss which had left him desolate. For his
part he only took the Wishing-Pot up under his arm, and went sadly
away home.

But before long the noise of what he had done reached to the king's
ears; and he sent for Tulip to appear before him and his Court. Tulip
came, carrying the Wishing-Pot under his arm, very downcast and sad
for love of the lady of the dear green feet.

At that time all