CHAPTER IV
_Why Old Nancy Slept through the Sunset Hour_
There was no sound from within the cottage, and the three waitedimpatiently for a second or two, then Glan rapped again more loudly.The sound of his knuckles against the little brown door rang sharp andclear in the quiet of the evening. They waited. Glan called "Nancy!"and "Is any one in?" but as there was still no answer he lifted thelatch, and discovered that the door was unbolted. He pushed it open.
They found themselves in an old-fashioned, low-ceilinged room, full ofshadows cast by the flickering firelight. The trees outside the houseexcluded the faint sun-glow, so that the room was dim and nothing couldbe clearly defined in the farther corners. A quaint red-brick fireplacetook up nearly one side of the room, and in a chair by the hearth theresat a huddled-up figure.
"Nancy! Old Nancy!" said Glan, breathlessly, stepping further into theroom. "What's the matter, Nancy?"
The figure remained motionless. He bent over it, shaking it gently bythe shoulder.
"There's something queer about this. By thunder!" he exclaimed, peeringcloser. "She ... No, she's not ... she's breathing!" He stood back andgazed at the sleeping figure earnestly. "It's not a natural sleep,though. I don't like it at all. If I'm not greatly mistaken the GreyPumpkin has had something to do with this."
"What shall we do?" said Molly, in an awed whisper.
"If it is any way possible, we _must_ wake her somehow. Nancy! Nancy!Wake up!" cried Glan, and he shook her arm again; there was suchdespair in his voice that the children took courage to move toward thesleeping Nancy to try and help him.
The light from the fire shed a dull red glow over Old Nancy, andlooking at her Molly thought she had the sweetest face she had everseen. Though much wrinkled, her skin was clear and her expression fullof kindliness and quiet strength. Her hair was pure white and peepedout from beneath a snowy mob cap.
"Oh, do please wake up," said Molly, laying her hand on Old Nancy's lap.
Old Nancy stirred, turned her head from side to side and gave a greatsigh; then she slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze travelled from Molly toJack, and then on to Glan. She sat up. Then passed her hand across hereyes and stared, dazed, in front of her for a moment. Her glance cameback to Molly.
"Who are you?" she said, in a low voice. "And what's the matter?"
It was Glan who answered.
"The sun has set," he said gravely, "and you were asleep."
With a cry Old Nancy started to her feet.
"No, no, Glan; it can't be true!" she exclaimed. "Oh, what have I done!What have I done! It cannot be sunset yet."
She crossed hurriedly to the window and peered through. A glance at thedarkening countryside was sufficient. She turned away, and creepingback to her chair sank into it and buried her face in her hands.
There was a dead silence in the room. A cinder fell out of the fire onto the red hearth.
"Well, well." Glan cleared his throat and tried to speak cheerfully."What isn't well must be made well, you know. No good crying over spiltmilk, Old Nancy. Come, come, snap your fingers at adversity, you know.We must all put our heads together and see what we can do. What's thebest thing to do first?" he smiled bravely, and Jack and Molly tookheart and things looked brighter, although they scarcely knew what allthe trouble meant.
"Is it back then?" asked Old Nancy, raising her head.
"The Pumpkin?--yes, it's back," said Glan.
"Then there's not a moment to be lost," said Old Nancy firmly, and withan effort she pulled herself together and sat up straight.
"How did it happen--your going to sleep?" inquired Glan.
"I don't know," said Old Nancy, with a puzzled frown. "Never have Imissed doing the spell at sunset. I think I must have been ... drugged.The Pumpkin must still have a few followers in the country--perhaps oneof them drugged me--but I don't know how they did it, they must havechosen the opportunity carefully, so that I fell asleep just beforesunset.... I remember looking out and seeing the sun about half an hourbefore sunset time: and then I sat down for a few minutes ... and Idon't remember anything more. When did the Pumpkin come back?"
"About half an hour ago," said Glan.
"He came through the tree," said Jack, "and we followed him."
"You are from the Impossible World, then," murmured Old Nancy, "whereI sent the Pumpkin. But now--this will be the Impossible World againsoon, I fear, unless----" She looked earnestly into the faces of thetwo children, then she smiled faintly. "Will you stay and help us," sheasked. "Help us to make our world Possible again?"
"We'll stay. Rather!" began Jack.
"Only--only--what about Mother?" Molly interrupted.
"I will tell you the history of the Pumpkin first of all," said OldNancy; "and then you shall decide whether you will stay and help us, orgo home. If you decide to stay I will see that your Mother is not madeanxious about you, until your work is finished and you return to her.But, meanwhile, Glan, what are you going to do?"
"Father has already gone to arouse the City," said Glan. "I think Iwill follow him and see what I can do; then I will come back and seewhat the little lady and her brother have decided. But before they cando a thing they must hear the Pumpkin's story from you."
So saying he took off his cap with a flourish and opened the door.
"Keep up heart. Laugh at misfortune, remember, and--tss---- We shallwin!" he cried, his fat face all a-smile; and he was gone.
"Sit down on the rug," said Old Nancy, "and tell me, first of all, whatyou know about the Pumpkin, and then I will tell you why it is thePumpkin is so dreaded in our country, and how he came to be what he is."
So Jack and Molly sat down on the rug, and after relating what theyknew of the Pumpkin and how they happened to come across him, theylistened while Old Nancy told them the following story, fascinated byher low, sweet voice, and her kind eyes.