Charles Edward Carryl

“ It spun around like a top as it sailed through the air, until Davy began to feel uncomfortably dizzy, and the Goblin himself seemed to be far from well. He had stopped smiling, and the rosy light had all faded away, as though the candles inside of him had gone out. His clothes, too, had changed from bright scarlet to a dull ashen color, and he sat stupidly upon the brim of the hat as if he were going to sleep.
“If he goes to sleep he will certainly fall overboard,” thought Davy; and, with a view to rousing the Goblin, he ventured to remark, “I had no idea your hat was so big.” ”

“ Fun for you,” said the Goblin, sarcastically. “Jolligong! Here come the Barkers!” he added, and, as he said this, a shower of little blue woolly balls came tumbling into the clock. To Davy’s alarm they proved to be alive, and immediately began scrambling about in all directions, and yelping so ferociously that he climbed upon his cake in dismay, while the Goblin, hastily pulling a large magnifying-glass out of his hat, began attentively examining these strange visitors.
“Bless me!” cried the Goblin, turning very pale, “they’re sky-terriers. The dog-star must have turned upside-down.” ”

“ He was on the point of screaming out in his terror, when he discovered that he was falling very slowly and gently swaying from side to side, like a toy-balloon. The next moment he struck something hard, which gave way with a sound like breaking glass and let him through, and he had just time to notice that the air had suddenly become deliciously scented with vanilla, when he fell crashing into the branches of a large tree. ”