, and
growing!"

"Dear potato, you must not start growing again!" cried Wry-Face, in a
great way. "To-night I am so tired I cannot do anything, but if you
will but wait till to-morrow I will take you back to One-Eye, the
potato-wife--I will, indeed!"

At first the potato would not listen to this at all; but after a while
it said, "Well, well, I will wait till to-morrow. But remember, if
to-morrow you do not carry me home to One-Eye, the potato-wife, I
shall grow into a potato-_tree_, without a doubt!"

So Wry-Face carried the potato into his house, and stored it in his
bin. But he never noticed the spell which Oh-I-Am had placed by his
door.

_The Strange Apple Pie_

"I am so tired, I can hardly yawn," said Wry-Face. "It is quite time I
had my supper, and went to bed."

So he fetched the apple-pie from the pantry, and set it upon the
table; and presently he sat down to his meal.

And he forgot for a moment how tired he was, thinking how delightful
it was to sit down to a supper of apple-pie.

Then he lifted his knife and fork to cut off a large piece; but alas,
the fork stuck fast. As for the knife, it would not move either, not
an inch. Wry-Face began to weep.

"Alack, what has happened to my apple-pie?" cried he; and his tears
fell round as round.

Then he got upon his feet, and he caught hold of the knife and fork
and pulled, and pulled, and pulled. And with the last pull the top of
the apple-pie came off, sticking to the knife and fork, and Wry-Face
saw that within the pie there was not one piece of apple, but--a big
brown potato!

Wry-Face wept again with horror at the sight.

"I should like to know," cried he, "what are you doing in my fine
apple-pie."

But the brown potato replied, as cool as cool, "I am one of the
potatoes belonging to One-Eye, the potato-wife, and I turned the
apples out, that I might hide here a while. But this I must tell you,
my Wry-Face, unless you take me home immediately to the potato-wife,
here, in this pie-dish, I intend to remain."

"Alas," cried Wry-Face, "to-night I am so tired I could never find
One-Eye; but if you will but wait till to-morrow, I will carry you
home to the potato-wife--I will indeed!"

At first the potato would not agree to this at all, but after a while
it said, "Very well, I will wait till to-morrow. But remember, my
Wry-Face, if to-morrow you do not carry me home to One-Eye, I will
creep into every pie you make; and you will die at last of