stands a pair of shoes. Jump into them, and they will take you up the chimney."
Off flew Blunder, burst open the door, and tore frantically about the room, in one corner of which stood the shoes; but of course he could not see them, because he was not in the habit of using his eyes. "I can't find them! Oh, I can't find them!" sobbed poor little Blunder, running back to the cook.
"Run into the closet," said the cook.
Blunder made a dash at the window, but—"I don't know where it is," he called out.
Clump! clump! That was the goblin, halfway down the stairs.
"Mercy me!" exclaimed cook. "He is coming. The boy will be eaten in spite of me. Jump into the meal-chest."
"I don't see it," squeaked Blunder, rushing towards the fireplace. "Where is it?"
Clump! clump! That was the goblin at the foot of the stairs, and coming towards the kitchen door.
"There is an invisible cloak hanging on that peg. Get into that," cried cook, quite beside herself.
But Blunder could no more see the cloak than he could see the shoes, the closet, and the meal-chest; and no doubt the goblin, whose hand was on the latch, would have found him prancing around the kitchen, and crying out, "I can't find it," but, fortunately for himself, Blunder caught his foot in the
