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Once upon a time . . . . .  from our fabulous collection of Fairy Tales for children . . .  they lived happily ever after . . .

The Top And Ball

A WHIPPING TOP and a little ball lay together in a box,
among other toys, and the top said to the ball, 'Shall we be
married, as we live in the same box?'

But the ball, which wore a dress of morocco leather, and
thought as much of herself as any other young lady, would not
even condescend to reply.

The next day came the little boy to whom the playthings
belonged, and he painted the top red and yellow, and drove a
brass-headed nail into the middle, so that while the top was
spinning round it looked splendid.

'Look at me,' said the top to the ball. 'What do you say
now? Shall we be engaged to each other? We should suit so
well; you spring, and I dance. No one could be happier than we
should be.'

'Indeed! do you think so? Perhaps you do not know that my
father and mother were morocco slippers, and that I have a
Spanish cork in my body.'

'Yes; but I am made of mahogany,' said the top. 'The major
himself turned me. He has a turning lathe of his own, and it
is a great amusement to him.'

'Can I believe it?' asked the ball.

'May I never be whipped again,' said the top, 'if I am not
telling you the truth.'

'You certainly know how to speak for yourself very well,'
said the ball; 'but I cannot accept your proposal. I am almost
engaged to a swallow. Every time I fly up in the air, he puts
his head out of the nest, and says, 'Will you?' and I have
said, 'Yes,' to myself silently, and that is as good as being
half engaged; but I will promise never to forget you.'

'Much good that will be to me,' said the top; and they
spoke to each other no more.

Next day the ball was taken out by the boy. The top saw it
flying high in the air, like a bird, till it would go quite
out of sight. Each time it came back, as it touched the earth,
it gave a higher leap than before, either because it longed to
fly upwards, or from having a Spanish cork in its body. But
the ninth time it rose in the air, it remained away, and did
not return. The boy searched everywhere for it, but he
searched in vain, for it could not be found; it was gone.

'I know very well where she is,' sighed the top; 'she is
in the swallow's nest, and has married the swallow.'

The more the top thought of this, the more he longed for
the ball. His love increased the more, just because he could
not get her; and that she should have been won by another, was
the worst of all. The top still twirled about and hummed, but
he continued to think of the ball; and the more he thought of
her, the more beautiful she seemed to his fancy.

Thus several years passed by, and his love became quite
old. The top, also, was no longer young; but there came a day
when he looked handsomer than ever; for he was gilded all
over. He was now a golden top, and whirled and danced about
till he hummed quite loud, and was something worth looking at;
but one day he leaped too high, and then he, also, was gone.
They searched everywhere, even in the cellar, but he was
nowhere to be found. Where could he be? He had jumped into the
dust-bin, where all sorts of rubbish were lying:
cabbage-stalks, dust, and rain-droppings that had fallen down
from the gutter under the roof.

'Now I am in a nice place,' said he; 'my gilding will soon
be washed off here. Oh dear, what a set of rabble I have got
amongst!' And then he glanced at a curious round thing like an
old apple, which lay near a long, leafless cabbage-stalk. It
was, however, not an apple, but an old ball, which had lain
for years in the gutter, and was soaked through with water.

'Thank goodness, here comes one of my own class, with whom
I can talk,' said the ball, examining the gilded top. 'I am
made of morocco,' she said. 'I was sewn together by a young
lady, and I have a Spanish cork in my body; but no one would
think it, to look at me now. I was once engaged to a swallow;
but I fell in here from the gutter under the roof, and I have
lain here more than five years, and have been thoroughly
drenched. Believe me, it is a long time for a young maiden.'

The top said nothing, but he thought of his old love; and
the more she said, the more clear it became to him that this
was the same ball.

The servant then came to clean out the dust-bin.

'Ah,' she exclaimed, 'here is a gilt top.' So the top was
brought again to notice and honor, but nothing more was heard
of the little ball. He spoke not a word about his old love;
for that soon died away. When the beloved object has lain for
five years in a gutter, and has been drenched through, no one
cares to know her again on meeting her in a dust-bin.


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