I shall jump overboard. Then all on a sudden Jack opened his eyes, and found that he was lying quietly on the grass, that little Mopsa really had asked him why he did not wake. I did not put him to sleep. Feathers and moss, and a wisp of hay, Warm the white eggs till I learn his doom. She beateth her wings, and away, away.
Thine eyes are dim, and the eggs grow cold.
The finch flew back to her cold, cold nest, Feathers and moss, and a wisp of hay, Mine is the trouble that rent her breast, And home is silent, and love is clay. He however rose up, when the apple-woman called him, and drank his tea, and had some fairy bread with it, which refreshed him very much. After tea he measured Mopsa again, and found that she had grown up to a higher button. They were very polite to Jack, for they gathered all these flowers for him, and emptied them from their little caps at his feet as fast as he wanted them. Initial text entry and proof-reading of this chapter were the work of volunteer Kathleen Dauns .