The Magic Soap Bubble

The Ned had been reading a very interesting book about fairies and goblins, and how these real queer little folk inhabit dense forests and lofty mountain caves and lead a wonderful life apart from the homes and cities of men. The book was very large and heavy, and the afternoon was very warm, and the big armchair in which he was curled up was so comfortable that by and by he let the book slip to one side. He had just closed his eyes for a moment to rest them, when he was startled by a little squeaky voice at his elbow. Hello, yourself! replied Ned, laughing in spite of himself, and rubbing his eyes again to make sure that it was not a picture from the book.