Indian Fairy Tales | Page 9

in the
middle, and trundled away gaily. Soon he met with the Eagle, who
called out:
"Drumikin! Drumikin! Have you seen Lambikin?"
And Mr. Lambikin, curled up in his soft warm nest, replied:
"Fallen into the fire, and so will you On little Drumikin. Tum-pa,
tum-too!"
"How very annoying!" sighed the Eagle, thinking regretfully of the
tender morsel he had let slip.
Meanwhile Lambikin trundled along, laughing to himself, and singing:
"Tum-pa, tum-too; Tum-pa, tum-too!"
Every animal and bird he met asked him the same question:
"Drumikin! Drumikin! Have you seen Lambikin?"
And to each of them the little slyboots replied:
"Fallen into the fire, and so will you On little Drumikin. Tum-pa, tum
too; Tum-pa, tum-too; Tum-pa, tum-too!"
Then they all sighed to think of the tender little morsel they had let slip.
At last the Jackal came limping along, for all his sorry looks as sharp as
a needle, and he too called out--
"Drumikin! Drumikin! Have you seen Lambikin?"
And Lambikin, curled up in his snug little nest, replied gaily:

"Fallen into the fire, and so will you On little Drumikin! Tum-pa--"
But he never got any further, for the Jackal recognised his voice at once,
and cried: "Hullo! you've turned yourself inside out, have you? Just you
come out of that!"
Whereupon he tore open Drumikin and gobbled up Lambikin.

PUNCHKIN
Once upon a time there was a Raja who had seven beautiful daughters.
They were all good girls; but the youngest, named Balna, was more
clever than the rest. The Raja's wife died when they were quite little
children, so these seven poor Princesses were left with no mother to
take care of them.
The Raja's daughters took it by turns to cook their father's dinner every
day, whilst he was absent deliberating with his Ministers on the affairs
of the nation.
About this time the Prudhan died, leaving a widow and one daughter;
and every day, every day, when the seven Princesses were preparing
their father's dinner, the Prudhan's widow and daughter would come
and beg for a little fire from the hearth. Then Balna used to say to her
sisters, "Send that woman away; send her away. Let her get the fire at
her own house. What does she want with ours? If we allow her to come
here, we shall suffer for it some day."
But the other sisters would answer, "Be quiet, Balna; why must you
always be quarrelling with this poor woman? Let her take some fire if
she likes." Then the Prudhan's widow used to go to the hearth and take
a few sticks from it; and whilst no one was looking, she would quickly
throw some mud into the midst of the dishes which were being
prepared for the Raja's dinner.
Now the Raja was very fond of his daughters. Ever since their mother's
death they had cooked his dinner with their own hands, in order to
avoid the danger of his being poisoned by his enemies. So, when he
found the mud mixed up with his dinner, he thought it must arise from
their carelessness, as it did not seem likely that any one should have put
mud there on purpose; but being very kind he did not like to reprove
them for it, although this spoiling of the curry was repeated many
successive days.
At last, one day, he determined to hide, and watch his daughters

cooking, and see how it all happened; so he went into the next room,
and watched them through a hole in the wall.
There he saw his seven daughters carefully washing the rice and
preparing the curry, and as each dish was completed, they put it by the
fire ready to be cooked. Next he noticed the Prudhan's widow come to
the door, and beg for a few sticks from the fire to cook her dinner with.
Balna turned to her, angrily, and said, "Why don't you keep fuel in your
own house, and not come here every day and take ours? Sisters, don't
give this woman any more wood; let her buy it for herself."
Then the eldest sister answered, "Balna, let the poor woman take the
wood and the fire; she does us no harm." But Balna replied, "If you let
her come here so often, maybe she will do us some harm, and make us
sorry for it, some day."
The Raja then saw the Prudhan's widow go to the place where all his
dinner was nicely prepared, and, as she took the wood, she threw a little
mud into each of the dishes.
At this he was very angry, and sent to have the woman seized and
brought before him. But when the widow came, she told him that she
had played this trick because she wanted