But what is this ?" cried she suddenly, pouncing upon a knife that was lying on the table near the bed.

"Why, you have got the very knife I lost; it was my father's knife.

Well, you may keep it--it's a good one." 'When this viper bites you, make sure That you must die, for there's no cure.' "See, this is the way to open it, and then you use it like this: strike from below upwards--the blade goes in better that way--and it's so sharp it will go through anything.

Carry it in the bosom of your dress, and it is always ready; then if anybody bothers you, out with it, and paf! you have them ripped up in no time," and the strange, eerie little creature accompanied her words with appropriate gestures, by way of illustration.
This extraordinary lesson in the art of using a knife, given in the dead of night, and under such peculiar circumstances, seemed like a nightmare to Isabelle.
"Be sure you hold the knife like this, do you see?
tightly clasped in your fingers--as long as you have it no one can harm you, but you can hurt them.

Now, I must go--adieu, and don't forget Chiquita." So saying, the queer little elf pushed a table up to the wall under the bull's eye, mounted it, sprang up and caught hold of the iron bar with the agility of a monkey, swung herself up in some extraordinary fashion, wriggled through the small opening and disappeared, chanting in a rude measure, "Chiquita whisks through key-holes, and dances on the sharp points of spear-heads and the broken glass on garden walls, without ever hurting herself one bit--and nobody can catch her." Isabelle, left alone, awaited the break of day with trembling impatience, unable to sleep after the fright and agitation she had experienced, and momentarily dreading some fresh cause of alarm; but nothing else happened to disturb her.