"That doesn't matter I want you to be one," said the old woman, looking at
him severely.
"What use'll I be then?" asked Tip. "There won't be any one to work for
you."
"I'll make the Pumpkinhead work for me," said Mombi.
Again Tip groaned.
"Why don't you change me into a goat, or a chicken?" he asked, anxiously.
"You can't do anything with a marble statue."
"Oh, yes, I can," returned Mombi. "I'm going to plant a flower garden, next
Spring, and I'll put you in the middle of it, for an ornament. I wonder I
haven't thought of that before; you've been a bother to me for years."
At this terrible speech Tip felt the beads of perspiration starting all
over his body. but he sat still and shivered and looked anxiously at the
kettle.
"Perhaps it won't work," he mutttered, in a voice that sounded weak and
discouraged.
"Oh, I think it will," answered Mombi, cheerfully. "I seldom make a
mistake."
Again there was a period of silence a silence so long and gloomy that when
Mombi finally lifted the kettle from the fire it was close to midnight.
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"I DON'T WANT TO BE A MARBLE STATUE."
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"You cannot drink it until it has become quite cold," announced the old
witch for in spite of the law she had acknowledged practising witchcraft.
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