Once there was a little girl, named Kitty, who never wanted to do whatpeople asked her. She said "I won't" and "I can't," and did not run atonce pleasantly, as obliging children do.
One day her mother gave her a pair of new shoes; and after a fuss aboutputting them on, Kitty said, as she lay kicking on the floor,--
"I wish these were seven-leagued boots, like Jack the Giant Killer's, thenit would be easy to run errands all the time. Now, I hate to keeptrotting, and I don't like new shoes, and I won't stir a step."
Just as she said that, the shoes gave a skip, and set her on her feet sosuddenly that it scared all the naughtiness out of her. She stood lookingat these curious shoes; and the bright buttons on them seemed to wink ather like eyes, while the heels tapped on the floor a sort of tune. Beforeshe dared to stir, her mother called from the next room,--
"Kitty, run and tell the cook to make a pie for dinner; I forgot it."
"I don't want to," began Kitty, with a whine as usual.
But the words were hardly out of her mouth when the shoes gave one jump,and took her downstairs, through the hall, and landed her at the kitchendoor. Her breath was nearly gone; but she gave the message, and turnedround, trying to see if the shoes would let her walk at all. They wentnicely till she wanted to turn into the china-closet where the cake was.She was forbidden to touch it, but loved to take a bit when she could. Nowshe found that her feet were fixed fast to the floor, and could not bemoved till her father said, as he passed the window close by,--
"You will have time to go to the post-office before school and get myletters."
"I can't," began Kitty; but she found she could, for away went the shoes,out of the house at one bound, and trotted down the street so fast thatthe maid who ran after her with her hat could not catch her.
"I can't stop!" cried Kitty; and she did not till the shoes took herstraight into the office.
"What's the hurry to-day?" asked the man, as he saw her without any hat,all rosy and breathless, and her face puckered up as if she did not knowwhether to laugh or to cry.
"I won't tell any one about these dreadful shoes, and I'll take them offas soon as I get home. I hope they will go back slowly, or people willthink I'm crazy," said Kitty to herself, as she took the letters and wentaway.
The shoes walked nicely along till she came to the bridge; and there shewanted to stop and watch some boys in a boat, forgetting school and herfather's letters. But the shoes wouldn't stop, though she tried to makethem, and held on to the railing as hard as she could. Her feet went on;and when she sat down they still dragged her along so steadily that shehad to go, and she got up feeling that there was something very strangeabout these shoes. The minute she gave up, all went smoothly, and she gothome in good time.
"I won't wear these horrid things another minute," said Kitty, sitting onthe doorstep and trying to unbutton the shoes.
But not a button could she stir, though she got red and angry strugglingto do it.
"Time for school; run away, little girl," called mamma from upstairs, asthe clock struck nine.
"I won't!" said Kitty, crossly.
But she did; for those magic shoes danced her off, and landed her at herdesk in five minutes.
"Well, I'm not late; that's one comfort," she thought, wishing she hadcome pleasantly, and not been whisked away without any luncheon.
Her legs were so tired with the long skips that she was glad to sit still;and that pleased the teacher, for generally she was fussing about alllesson time. But at recess she got into trouble again; for one of thechildren knocked down the house of corn-cobs she had built, and made herangry.
"Now, I'll kick yours down, and see how you like it, Dolly."
Up went her foot, but it didn't come down; it stayed in the air, and thereshe stood looking as if she were going to dance. The children laughed tosee her, and she could do nothing till she said to Dolly in a greathurry,--
"Never mind; if you didn't mean to, I'll forgive you."
Then the foot went down, and Kitty felt so glad about it that she tried tobe pleasant, fearing some new caper of those dreadful shoes. She began tosee how they worked, and thought she would try if she had any power overthem. So, when one of the children wanted his ball, which had bounced overthe hedge, she said kindly,--"Perhaps I can get it for you, Willy."
And over she jumped as lightly as if she too were an india-rubber ball.
"How could you do it?" cried the boys, much surprised; for not one of themdared try such a high leap.
Kitty laughed, and began to dance, feeling pleased and proud to find therewas a good side to the shoes after all. Such twirlings and skippings asshe made, such pretty steps and airy little bounds it was pretty to see;for it seemed as if her feet were bewitched, and went of themselves. Thelittle girls were charmed, and tried to imitate her, but no one could, andthey stood in a circle watching her dance till the bell rang, then allrushed in to tell about it.
Kitty said it was her new shoes, and never told how queerly they acted,hoping to have good times now. But she was mistaken.
On the way home she wanted to stop and see her friend Bell's new doll, butat the gate her feet stuck fast, and she had to give up her wishes and gostraight on, as mamma had told her always to do.
"Run and pick a nice little dish of strawberries for dinner," said hersister, as she went in.
"I'm too ti--" There was no time to finish, for the shoes landed her inthe middle of the strawberry bed at one jump.
"I might as well be a grasshopper if I'm to skip round like this," shesaid, forgetting to feel tired out there in the pleasant garden, with therobins picking berries close by, and a cool wind lifting the leaves toshow here the reddest and ripest ones hid.
The little dish was soon filled, and she wanted to stay and eat a few,warm and sweet from the vines; but the bell rang, and away she went, overthe wood-pile, across the piazza, and into the dining-room before theberry in her mouth was half eaten.
"How this child does rush about to-day!" said her mother. "It is sodelightful to have such a quick little errand-girl that I shall get her tocarry some bundles to my poor people this afternoon.
"Oh, dear me! I do hate to lug those old clothes and bottles and basketsof cold victuals round. Must I do it?" sighed Kitty, dismally, while theshoes tapped on the floor under the table, as if to remind her that shemust, whether she liked it or not.
"It would be right and kind, and would please me very much. But you may doas you choose about it. I am very tired, and some one must go; for thelittle Bryan baby is sick and needs what I send," said mamma, lookingdisappointed.
Kitty sat very still and sober for some time, and no one spoke to her. Shewas making up her mind whether she would go pleasantly or be whisked aboutlike a grasshopper against her will. When dinner was over, she said in acheerful voice,--
"I'll go, mamma; and when all the errands are done, may I come backthrough Fairyland, as we call the little grove where the tall ferns grow?"
"Yes, dear; when you oblige me, I am happy to please you."
"I'm glad I decided to be good; now I shall have a lovely time," saidKitty to herself, as she trotted away with a basket in one hand, a bundlein the other, and some money in her pocket for a poor old woman who neededhelp.
The shoes went quietly along, and seemed to know just where to stop. Thesick baby's mother thanked her for the soft little nightgowns; the lamegirl smiled when she saw the books; the hungry children gathered round thebasket of food, like young birds eager to be fed; and the old woman gaveher a beautiful pink shell that her sailor son brought home from sea.
When all the errands were done Kitty skipped away to Fairyland, feelingvery happy, as people always do when they have done kind things. It was alovely place; for the ferns made green arches tall enough for little girlsto sit under, and the ground was covered with pretty green moss and wood-flowers. Birds flew about in the pines, squirrels chattered in the oaks,butterflies floated here and there, and from the pond near by came thecroak of frogs sunning their green backs on the mossy stones.
"I wonder if the shoes will let me stop and rest; it is so cool here, andI'm so tired," said Kitty, as she came to a cosey nook at the foot of atree.
The words were hardly out of her mouth when her feet folded under her, andthere she sat on a cushion of moss, like the queen of the wood on herthrone. Something lighted with a bump close by her; and looking down shesaw a large black cricket with a stiff tail, staring at her curiously.
"Bless my heart! I thought you were some relation of my cousinGrasshopper's. You came down the hill with long leaps just like him; so Istopped to say, How d' ye do," said the cricket, in its creaky voice.
"I'm not a grasshopper; but I have on fairy shoes to-day, and so do manythings that I never did before," answered Kitty, much surprised to be ableto understand what the cricket said.
"It is midsummer day, and fairies can play whatever pranks they like. Ifyou didn't have those shoes on, you couldn't understand what I say. Hark,and hear those squirrels talk, and the birds, and the ants down here. Makethe most of this chance; for at sunset your shoes will stop skipping, andthe fun all be over."
While the cricket talked Kitty did hear all sorts of little voices,singing, laughing, chatting in the gayest way, and understood every wordthey said. The squirrels called to one another as they raced about,--
"Here's a nut, there's a nut; Hide it quick away, In a hole, under leaves, To eat some winter day. Acorns sweet are plenty, We will have them all: Skip and scamper lively Till the last ones fall."
The birds were singing softly,--
"Rock a bye, babies, Your cradle hangs high; Soft down your pillow, Your curtain the sky. Father will feed you, While mother will sing, And shelter our darlings With her warm wing."
And the ants were saying to one another as they hurried in and out oftheir little houses,--
"Work, neighbor, work! Do not stop to play; Wander far and wide, Gather all you may.
We are never like Idle butterflies, But like the busy bees, Industrious and wise."
"Ants always were dreadfully good, but butterflies are ever so muchprettier," said Kitty, listening to the little voices with wonder andpleasure.
"Hello! hello! Come down below,-- It's lovely and cool Out here in the pool; On a lily-pad float For a nice green boat. Here we sit and sing In a pleasant ring; Or leap frog play, In the jolliest way. Our games have begun, Come join in the fun."
"Dear me! what could I do over there in the mud with the queer greenfrogs?" laughed Kitty, as this song was croaked at her.
"No, no, come and fly Through the sunny sky, Or honey sip From the rose's lip, Or dance in the air, Like spirits fair. Come away, come away; 'Tis our holiday."
A cloud of lovely yellow butterflies flew up from a wild-rose bush, andwent dancing away higher and higher, till they vanished in the lightbeyond the wood.
"That is better than leap-frog. I wish my skipping shoes would let me flyup somewhere, instead of carrying me on errands and where I ought to goall the time," said Kitty, watching the pretty things glitter as theyflew.
Just at that minute a clock struck, and away went the shoes over the pool,the hill, the road, till they pranced in at the gate as the tea-bell rang.Kitty amused the family by telling what she had done and seen; but no onebelieved the Fairyland part, and her father said, laughing,--
"Go on, my dear, making up little stories, and by and by you may be asfamous as Hans Christian Andersen, whose books you like so well."
"The sun will soon set, and then my fun will be over; so I must skip whileI can," thought Kitty, and went waltzing round the lawn so prettily thatall the family came to see her.
"She dances so well that she shall go to dancing-school," said her mother,pleased with the pretty antics of her little girl.
Kitty was delighted to hear that; for she had longed to go, and went onskipping as hard as she could, that she might learn some of the gracefulsteps the shoes took before the day was done.
"Come, dear, stop now, and run up to your bath and bed. It has been a longhot day, and you are tired; so get to sleep early, for Nursey wants to goout," said her mother, as the sun went down behind the hills with a lastbright glimmer, like the wink of a great sleepy eye.
"Oh, please, a few minutes more," began Kitty, but was off like a flash;for the shoes trotted her upstairs so fast that she ran against oldNursey, and down she went, splashing the water all over the floor, andscolding in such a funny way that it made Kitty laugh so that she couldhardly pick her up again.
By the time she was ready to undress the sun was quite gone, and the shoesshe took off were common ones again, for midsummer day was over. But Kittynever forgot the little lessons she had learned: she tried to runwillingly when spoken to; she remembered the pretty steps and danced likea fairy; and best of all, she always loved the innocent and interestinglittle creatures in the woods and fields, and whenever she was told shemight go to play with them, she hurried away almost as quickly as if shestill wore the skipping shoes.