into the dining-room. Then they squeaked with joy! Such a lovely dinner was laid out upon the table! There were tin spoons, and lead knives and forks, and two dolly-chairs—all SO convenient! Tom Thumb set to work at once to carve the ham. It was a beautiful shiny yellow, streaked with red. The knife crumpled up and hurt him; he put his finger in his mouth.                 "It is not boiled enough; it is hard. You have a try, Hunca Munca."                 Hunca Munca stood up in her                chair, and chopped at the ham with another lead knife.                 "It's as hard as the hams at the cheesemonger's," said Hunca Munca. The ham broke off the plate with a jerk, and rolled under the table. 

                "Let it alone," said Tom Thumb;                "give me some fish, Hunca Munca!"                 Hunca Munca tried every tin spoon in turn; the fish was glued to the dish. Then Tom Thumb lost his temper. He put the ham in the middle of the floor, and hit it with the tongs and with the shovel—bang, bang, smash, smash! The ham flew all into pieces, for underneath the shiny paint it was made of nothing but plaster! Then there was no end to the rage and disappointment of Tom Thumb and Hunca Munca. They broke up the pudding, the lobsters, the pears and the oranges. As the fish would not come off the plate, they put it into the red-hot crinkly paper fire in the kitchen; but it would not burn either. 

                Tom Thumb went up the kitchen chimney and looked out at the top—                there was no soot. While Tom Thumb was up the chimney, Hunca Munca had another disappointment. She found some tiny canisters upon the dresser, labelled—                Rice—Coffee—Sago—but when she turned them upside down, there was nothing inside except red and blue beads. Then those mice set to work to do all the mischief they could—especially Tom Thumb! He took Jane's clothes out of the chest of drawers in her bedroom, and he threw them 

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