She could not have seen the
other end of it at all, except for the great fire that was burning there,
diminished to a spark in the distance. Towards this fire she ran as fast
as she could, and was not far from it when something fell before her with
a great clatter, over which she tumbled, and went rolling on the floor.
She was not much hurt, however, and got up in a moment. Then she saw that
she had fallen over something not unlike a great iron bucket. When she
examined it more closely, she discovered that it was a thimble; and
looking up to see who had dropped it, beheld a huge face, with spectacles
as big as the round windows in a church, bending over her, and looking
everywhere for the thimble. Tricksey-Wee immediately laid hold of it in
both her arms, and lifted it about an inch nearer to the nose of the
peering giantess. This movement made the old lady see where it was, and,
her finger popping into it, it vanished from the eyes of Tricksey-Wee,
buried in the folds of a white stocking, like a cloud in the sky, which
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