A WONDER-BOOK
‘My dear, good, admirable old ladies,’ said Perseus, addressing the Gray Women, ‘there is no occasion for putting yourselves into such a fright. I am by no means a bad young man. You shall have back your eye, safe and sound, and as bright as ever, the moment you tell me where to find the Nymphs.’
‘The Nymphs! Goodness me! sisters, what Nymphs does he mean?’ screamed Scarecrow. ‘There are a great many Nymphs, people say; some that go a-hunting in the woods, and some that live inside of trees, and some that have a comfortable home in fountains of water. We know nothing at all about them. We are three unfortunate old souls, that go wandering about in the dusk, and never had but one eye amongst us, and that one you have stolen away. Oh, give it back, good stranger!–whoever you are, give it back!’
All this while the Three Gray Women were groping with their outstretched hands, and trying their utmost to get hold of Perseus. But he took good care to keep out of their reach.
‘My respectable dames,’ said he,–for his mother had taught him always to use the greatest civility,–‘I hold your eye fast in my hand, and shall keep it safely for you, until you please to tell me where to find these Nymphs. The Nymphs, I mean, who keep the enchanted wallet, the flying slippers, and the what is it?–the helmet of invisibility.’
‘Mercy on us, sisters! what is the young man talking about?’ exclaimed Scarecrow, Nightmare, and Shakejoint, one to another, with great appearance of astonishment. ‘A pair of flying slippers, quoth he! His heels would
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