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  After the candle had been lighted Mombi ordered him to build a fire in the hearth; and while Tip was thus engaged the old woman ate her supper。 When the flames began to crackle the boy came to her and asked a share of the bread and cheese; but Mombi refused him。
  〃I'm hungry!〃 said Tip; in a sulky tone。
  〃You won't be hungry long;〃 replied Mombi; with a grim look。
  The boy didn't like this speech; for it sounded like a threat; but he happened to remember he had nuts in his pocket; so he cracked some of those and ate them while the woman rose; shook the crumbs from her apron; and hung above the fire a small black kettle。
  Then she measured out equal parts of milk and vinegar and poured them into the kettle。 Next she produced several packets of herbs and powders and began adding a portion of each to the contents of the kettle。 Occasionally she would draw near the candle and read from a yellow paper the recipe of the mess she was concocting。
  As Tip watched her his uneasiness increased。
  〃What is that for?〃 he asked。
  〃For you;〃 returned Mombi; briefly。
  Tip wriggled around upon his stool and stared awhile at the kettle; which was beginning to bubble。 Then he would glance at the stern and wrinkled features of the witch and wish he were any place but in that dim and smoky kitchen; where even the shadows cast by the candle upon the wall were enough to give one the horrors。 So an hour passed away; during which the silence was only broken by the bubbling of the pot and the hissing of the flames。
  Finally; Tip spoke again。
  〃Have I got to drink that stuff?〃 he asked; nodding toward the pot。
  〃Yes;〃 said Mombi。
  〃What'll it do to me?〃 asked Tip。
  〃If it's properly made;〃 replied Mombi; 〃it will change or transform you into a marble statue。〃 Tip groaned; and wiped the perspiration from his forehead with his sleeve。
  〃I don't want to be a marble statue!〃 he protested。
  〃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。
  〃You cannot drink it until it has bee quite cold;〃 announced the old witch for in spite of the law she had acknowledged practising witchcraft。 〃We must both go to bed now; and at daybreak I will call you and at once plete your transformation into a marble statue。〃 With this she hobbled into her room; bearing the steaming kettle with her; and Tip heard her close and lock the door。
  The boy did not go to bed; as he had been manded to do; but still sat glaring at the embers of the dying fire。
  
  
   The Flight of the Fugitives
  
  Tip reflected。
  〃It's a hard thing; to be a marble statue;〃 he thought; rebelliously; 〃and I'm not going to stand it。 For years I've been a bother to her; she says; so she's going to get rid of me。 Well; there's an easier way than to bee a statue。 No boy could have any fun forever standing in the middle of a flower garden! I'll run away; that's what I'll do … and I may as well go before she makes me drink that nasty stuff in the kettle。〃 He waited until the snores of the old witch announced she was fast asleep; and then he arose softly and went to the cupboard to find something to eat。
  〃No use starting on a journey without food;〃 he decided; searching upon the narrow shelves。
  He found some crusts of bread; but he had to look into Mombi's basket to find the cheese she had brought from the village。 While turning over the contents of the basket he came upon the pepper…box which contained the 〃Powder of Life。〃
  〃I may as well take this with me;〃 he thought; 〃or Mombi'll be using it to make more mischief with。〃 So he put the box in his pocket; together with the bread and cheese。
  Then he cautiously left the house and latched the door behind him。 Outside both moon and stars shone brightly; and the night seemed peaceful and inviting after the close and ill…smelling kitchen。
  〃I'll be glad to get away;〃 said Tip; softly; 〃for I never did like that old woman。 I wonder how I ever came to live with her。〃 He was walking slowly toward the road when a thought made him pause。
  〃I don't like to leave Jack Pumpkinhead to the tender mercies of old Mombi;〃 he muttered。 〃And Jack belongs to me; for I made him even if the old witch did bring him to life。〃 He retraced his steps to the cow…stable and opened the door of the stall where the pumpkinheaded man had been left。
  Jack was standing in the middle of the stall; and by the moonlight Tip could see he was smiling just as jovially as ever。
  〃e on!〃 said the boy; beckoning。〃
  〃Where to?〃 asked Jack。
  〃You'll know as soon as I do;〃 answered Tip; smiling sympathetically into the pumpkin face。
  〃All we've got to do now is to tramp。〃
  〃Very well;〃 returned Jack; and walked awkwardly out of the stable and into the moonlight。
  Tip turned toward the road and the man followed him。 Jack walked with a sort of limp; and occasionally one of the joints of his legs would turn backward; instead of frontwise; almost causing him to tumble。 But the Pumpkinhead was quick to notice this; and began to take more pains to step carefully; so that he met with few accidents。
  Tip led him along the path without stopping an instant。 They could not go very fast; but they walked steadily; and by the time the moon sank away and the sun peeped over the hills they had travelled so great a distance that the boy had no reason to fear pursuit from the old witch。 Moreover; he had turned first into one path; and then into another; so that should anyone follow them it would prove very difficult to guess which way they had gone; or where to seek them。
  Fairly satisfied that he had escaped … for a time; at least … being turned into a marble statue; the boy stopped his panion and seated himself upon a rock by the roadside。
  〃Let's have some breakfast;〃 he said。
  Jack Pumpkinhead watched Tip curiously; but refused to join in the repast。 〃I don't seem to be made the same way you are;〃 he said。
  〃I know you are not;〃 returned Tip; 〃for I made you。〃
  〃Oh! Did you?〃 asked Jack。
  〃Certainly。 And put you together。 And carved your eyes and nose and ears and mouth;〃 said Tip proudly。 〃And dressed you。〃 Jack looked at his body and limbs critically
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