Chapter Nine
would it stubbornly refused to give up its secrets.
"Better come to bed," advised Wag, twitching his nose nervously. "Mixed Magic isn't safe, you know. It might explode."
"Idiot!" grumbled Ruggedo. "I don't know who Glegg is or was, but I'm going to find out what kind of magic he mixes. I'm going to open this box if it takes me a century."
"All right," quavered Wag, retiring backward and holding up his paw. "All right, but remember I warned you! Don't meddle with magic, that's my motto!"
"I don't care a harebell what your motto is," sneered the gnome, continuing to hammer on the gold lid.
When he reached his room, Wag shut the door and sank dejectedly upon the edge of the bed.
"There's no manner of use trying to stop him," sighed the rabbit, "so I've got to get out of here before he gets me into trouble. I'll go to-morrow!" resolved Wag, pulling his long ear nervously. With this good resolution, the little rabbit drooped off asleep.
Very cautiously he opened the door of his little rockroom next morning. Ruggedo was sound asleep on the floor, his head on the magic box, and Peg Amy,
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