"Certainly, with pleasure," answered Jack, and, catching up his lantern, set out at once.
Blunder followed close, but, in watching the lantern, he forgot to look to his feet, and fell into a hole filled with black mud.
"I say! the Wishing-Gate is not down there," called out Jack, whisking off among the tree-*tops.
"But I can't come up there," whimpered Blunder.
"That is not my fault, then," answered Jack, merrily, dancing out of sight.
Oh, a very angry little boy was Blunder, when he clambered out of the hole. "I don't know where it is," he said, crying; "I can't find it, and I'll go straight home."
Just then he stepped on an old, moss-grown, rotten stump; and it happening, unluckily, that this rotten stump was a wood-goblin's chimney, Blunder fell through, headlong, in among the pots and pans in which the goblin's cook was cooking the goblin's supper. The old goblin, who was asleep upstairs, started up in a fright at the tremendous clash and clatter, and, finding that his house was tumbling about his ears, as he thought at first, stumped down to the kitchen to see what was the matter. The cook heard him coming, and looked about her in a fright to hide Blunder,
"Quick!" cried she. "If my master catches you, he will have you in a pie. In the next room
