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Title: Little Tom
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Tillie, V
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Publisher: Prague :
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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t desperately in the air, butto no avail. He was held fast by the thorn which was thrust firmly through his breast. Little Tom watched his struggles, breathless with fright. What did it all mean?He thought of the wicked spirits his Godmother had told him about, who carriedaway those who had done wrong, to torture them. He became more frightened whenhe thought how he had taken advantage of his Godmothers goodness. He did not doubt in the least that the great winged creature had come for him totransfix him on the thorn, so that he might suffer his punishment and that, only bychance, it had caught the grasshopper instead of himself. He did not know where hewas. All about him was bare, hard ground. Crawling up the little step before the doorof the hut, he squeezed through a little crack and found himself in a great, dark hall. With a sigh of relief, he thought that, now, he might escape the terrible pun-ishment and that here the flying, wicked spirit could not find him. He did not know 56
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that he was in the hall of his Godmothers hut; but it did seem to him to be that ofa human dwelling. He went further along the wall, until he found a crack undera door, through which he crawled into the black kitchen. Here it was dark, but far away was shining a great, hot fire on the hearth. LittleTom did not know what this meant. He went through the darkness towards the redlight, wading through the dust until he came to the hearth, where, in the mortar, hediscovered a little hole. Not minding how the rough mortar cut his hands, he crawledup the broad fireplace under the chimney and stood astonished. Before him was a black plain covered with soot and in the middle was a tripodholding a huge pot, from under which flames darted forth. The fire itself crackledand hissed; sparks were flying through the darkness as big as Toms head, whileclouds of steam rose to the chimney. From under the cover of the pot, came a greatnoise of sputtering and bubbling, like the quarreling of many angry voi

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