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Group Title: The cozy lion : : as told by Queen Crosspatch
Title: The cozy lion
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Title: The cozy lion as told by Queen Crosspatch
Physical Description: 104, 1 p. : col. ill. ; 17 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Burnett, Frances Hodgson, 1849-1924
Cady, Harrison, 1877-1970 ( Illustrator )
Century Company ( Publisher )
De Vinne Press ( Printer )
Donor: Egolf, Robert ( donor )
Publisher: Century Co.
Place of Publication: New York
Manufacturer: De Vinne Press
Publication Date: 1907
 Subjects
Subject: Selfishness -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Temper -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Lions -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Fairies -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Fairy tales   ( lcsh )
Fairy tales -- 1907   ( rbgenr )
Fantasy literature -- 1907   ( rbgenr )
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Summary: With the help of fairies, a selfish, ill-tempered, lonely lion learns to behave gently and becomes a favorite playmate of the village children.
Statement of Responsibility: by Frances Hodgson Burnett ; with illustrations by Harrison Cady.
Funding: Dr. Robert L. Egolf Collection.
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The Cozy Lion
As told by Queen Crosspatch
By
Frances Hodgson Burnett
Author of Little Lord Fauntleroy "
With Illustrations by Harrison Cady


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I AM very fond of this story of the
Cozy Lion because I consider it a
great credit to me. I reformed that
Lion and taught him how to behave
himself The grown-up person who
reads this story aloud to children
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THE COZY LION


I SHALL never forget the scold-
ing I gave him to begin with. One
of the advantages of being a Fairy
-even quite a common one-is
that Lions can't bite you. A Fairy
is too little and too light. If they
snap at you it's easy to fly through
their mouths, and even if they
catch you, if you just get behind
their teeth you can make them so
uncomfortable that they will beg
you to get out and leave them in
peace.





10 The Cozy Lion
Of course it was all the Lion's
fault that I scolded him. Lions
ought to live far away from people.
Nobody likes Lions roaming about
-particularly where there are
children. But this Lion said he
wanted to get into Society, and that
he was very fond of children-little
fat ones between three and four.
So instead of living on a desert, or
in a deep forest or a jungle he took
the large Cave on the Huge Green
Hill, only a few miles from a vil-
lage full of the fattest, rosiest little
children you ever saw.
He had only been living in the
Cave a few days, but even in that
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The Cozy Lion 11
had found out he was there, and
everybody who could afford it had
bought a gun and snatched it up
even if they saw a donkey coming
down the road, because they were
afraid it might turn out to be a Lion.
As for the mothers, they were
nearly crazy with fright, and dare
not let their children go out to play
and had to shut them up in top
rooms and cupboards and cellars,
they were so afraid the Lion might
be hiding behind trees to jump out
at them. So everything was be-
ginning to be quite spoiled because
nobody could have any fun.
Of course if they had had any
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12 The Cozy Lion
had just gone out some moonlight
night and all joined hands and
danced slowly around in a circle
and sung:
Fairies pink and Fairies rose
Fairies dancing on pearly toes
.We want you, Oh! we want you!
Fairy Queens and Fairy slaves
Who are not afraid of Lions' Caves
Please to come to help us,
then it would have been all right,
because we should have come in
millions, especially if they finished
with this verse:
Our troubles we can never tell
But if you would come it would all be
well
Par-tic-u-lar-ly Silverbell.








































"When I got to the Cave, the Lion was sitting
outside his door and he was crying "





The Cozy Lion 15
But they had n't sense enough
for that-of course they had n't-
of course they had nt! Which
shows what loonies people are.
But you see I am much nicer
than un-fairy persons, even if I
have lost my nice little, pink little,
sweet little Temper and if I am
cross. So when I saw the children
fretting and growing pale because
they had to be shut up, and the
;mothers crying into their washtubs
when they were washing, until the
water slopped over, I made up my
mind I would go and talk to that
Lion myself in a way he would n't
soon forget;
It was a beautiful morning, and




16 The Cozy Lion
the Huge Green Hill looked lovely.
A shepherd who saw me thought
I was a gold and purple butterfly
and threw his hat at- me-the
idiot! Of course he fell down on
his nose and very right and
proper too.
When I got to the Cave, the
Lion was sitting outside his door
and he was crying. He was one
of these nasty-tempered, discon-
tented Lions who are always think-
ing themselves injured; large round
tears were rolling down his nose
and he was sniffling. But I must
say he was handsome. He was
big and smooth and had the most
splendid mane and tail I ever saw.





The Cozy Lion 17
He would have been like a King if
he had had a nicer expression.
But there he sat sniffling.
"I'm so lonely," he said. "No-
body calls. Nobody pays me any
attention. And I came here for
the Society. No one is fonder of
Society than I am."
I sat down on a flowering branch
near him and shouted at him,
" What 's the use of Society when
you eat it up ? I. said.
He jumped up and lashed his tail
and growled but at first he could
not see me.
What 's it for but to be eaten
up ? he roared. First I want it
to entertain me and then I want




18 The Cozy' Lion
it for dessert. Where are: you?
Who are you ?"
"I 'm Queen Crosspatch-
Queen Silverbell as was," I said.
"I suppose you have heard of
me "
I 've heard nothing good," he
growled. A good chewing is
what you want "
He had heard something about
me, but not enough. The truth
was he did n't really believe in
Fairies-which was what brought
him into trouble.
By this time he had seen me and
he was ignorant enough to think
that he could catch me, so he laid
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The Cozy Lion 21
and stretched his big paws out and
rested his nose on them, thinking I
would be taken in and imagine he
was going to sleep. I burst out
laughing at him and swung to and
fro on my flowery branch.
Do you want to eat me?" I
said. You 'd need two or three
quarts of me with sugar and cream
-like strawberries."
That made him so angry that he
sprang roaring at my tree and
snapped and shook it and tore it
with his claws. But I flew up in-
to the air and buzzed all about him
and he got furious-just furious.
He jumped up in the air and lashed
his tail and thrashed his tail and




22 The Cozy Lion
CRASHED his tail, and he turned
round and round and tore up the
grass.
"Don't be a silly," I said. "It's
a nice big tufty sort of tail and you
will only wear it out."
So then he opened his mouth
and roared and roared. And what
do you suppose I did? I flew
right into his mouth. First I flew
into his throat and buzzed about
like a bee and made him cough and
cough and cough-but he could n't
cough me up. He coughed and he
houghed and he woughed; he tried
to catch me with his tongue and
he tried to catch me with his teeth
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tinier and got between two big
fierce white double ones and took
one of my Fairy Workers' ham-
mers out of my pocket and ham-
mered and hammered and ham-
mered until he began to have such
a jumping toothache that he ran
leaping and roaring down the Huge
Green Hill and leaping and roaring
down the village street to the den-
tist's to get some toothache drops.
You can just imagine how all the
people rushed into their houses,
and how the mothers screamed and
clutched their children and hid
under beds and tables and in coal-
bins, and how the fathers fumbled
about for guns. As for the den-




26 The Cozy Lion
tist, he locked his door and bolted
.it and barred it, and when he found
his gun he poked it out of the
window and fired it off as fast as
ever he could until he had fired fifty
times, only he was too frightened
to hit anything. But the village
street was so full of flashes and
smoke and bullets that Mr. Lion
turned with ten big roars and gal-
loped down the street, with guns
fired out of every window where
the family could afford to keep a
gun.
When he got to his home in the
Huge Green Hill, he just laid down
and cried aloud and screamed and
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The Cozy Lion 29
scratched a hole in the floor of his
cave.
"Just because I 'm a Lion," he
sobbed, "just because I 'm a poor,
sensitive, helpless, orphan Lion no-
body has one particle of manners.
They won't even sell me a bottle of
toothache drops. And I was n't
going to touch that dentist-until he
had cured me and wrapped up the
bottle nicely in paper. Not a touch
was I going to touch him until he
had done that."
He opened his mouth so wide to
roar with grief that I flew out of it.
I had meant to give him a lesson
and I 'd given him one. When I
flew out of his mouth of course his





30 The Cozy Lion
beautiful double teeth stopped ach-
ing. It was such a relief to him
that it made quite a change in his
nature and he sat up and began to
smile. It was a slow smile which
spread into a grin even while the
tear-drops hung on his whiskers.
"My word! How nice," he
said. It 's stopped."
I had flown to the top of his ear
and I shouted down it.
I stopped it," I said. "And I
began it. And if you don't behave
yourself, I '11 give you earache arid
that will be worse."
Before I had given him his les-
son he would have jumped at me
but now he knew better. He tried





The Cozy Lion 31
to touch my feelings and make me
sorry for him. He put one paw
before his eyes and began to sniff
again.
"I am a poor sensitive lonely
orphan Lion," he said.
You are nothing of the sort,"
I answered very sharply. You
are not poor, and heaven knows
you are not sensitive, and you
need n't be lonely. I don't know
whether you are an orphan or not
-and I don't care. You are a
nasty, ill-tempered, selfish, biting,
chewing thing."
"There 's a prejudice against
Lions," he wept. "People don't
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32 The Cozy Lion
them to children's parties-nice
little fat, tender, children's parties
-where they would enjoy them-
selves so much-and the refresh-
ments would be just what they
like best. They don't even invite
them to grown-up parties. What
I want to ask you is this: has one
of those villagers called on me since
I came here-even a tough one ?"
Nice stupids they would be if
they did," I answered.
He lifted up his right paw and
shook his head from side to side in
the most mournful way.
"There," he said. "You are
just as selfish as the rest. Every-
body is selfish. There is no









































'I do not know the answer to that riddle,' he said "





The Cozy Lion 35
brotherly love or consideration in
the world. Sometimes I can
scarcely bear it. I am going to
ask you another question, and it is
almost like a riddle. Who did you
ever see try to give pleasure to a
Lion?"
I got into his ear then and
shouted down it as loud as ever I
could.
"Who did you ever see a Lion
try to give pleasure to?" I said.
" You just think over that. And
when you find the answer, tell it to
me."
I don't know whether it was the
newness of the idea, or the sudden-
ness of it, but he turned pale.





36 The Cozy Lion
Did you ever see a Lion turn pale?
I never did before and it was funny.
You know people's skins turn pale
but a Lion's skin is covered with
hair and you can't see it, so his
hair has to turn pale or else you
would never know he was turning
pale at all. This Lion's hair was
a beautiful tawny golden color to
begin with and first his whiskers
turned white and then his big mane
and then his paws and then his
body and last his long splendid
tail with the huge fluffy tuft on the
end of it. Then he stood up and
his tail hung down and he said
weakly:
"I do not know the answer to





The Cozy Lion 37
that riddle. I will go and lie down
in my Cave. I do not believe I
have one friend in this world."
And he walked into his Cave and
laid down and sobbed bitterly.
He forgot I was inside his ear
and that he carried me with him.
But I can tell you I had given him
something to think of and that was
what he needed. This way of
feeling that nothing in the world
but a Lion has a right to be com-
fortable-just because you happen
to be a Lion yourself-is too silly
for anything.
I flew outside his ear and boxed
it a little.
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38 The Cozy Lion
won't do you any good. Are
you really lonely-really-really-
really-so that it gives you a hol-
low feeling ? "
He sat up and shook his tears
away so that they splashed all
about-something like rain.
Yes," he answered, to tell the
truth I am-I do like Society. I
want friends and neighbors-and I
don't only want them for dessert,
I am a sociable Lion and am affec-
tionate in my nature-and cling-
ing. And people run as fast as
they can the moment they hear my
voice." And he quite choked with
the lump in his throat.
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The Cozy Lion 41
do you expect ? That overcame
him and he broke into another sob.
" I.expect kindness," he said, and
invitations to afternoon teas-and
g-g-arden parties "-
Well you won't get them," I
interrupted, If you don't change
your ways. If you eat afternoon
teas and garden parties as though
they were lettuce sandwiches, you
can't expect to be invited to them.
So you may as well go back to the
desert or the jungle .and live with
Lions and give up Society alto-
gether."
"But ever since I was a little
tiny Lion-a tiny, tiny one-I have
wanted to get into Society. I will





42 The Cozy Lion
change-I .will! Just tell me what
to do. And do sit on my ear and
talk down it and stroke it. It feels
so comfortable and friendly."
You see he had forgotten that he
had meant to chew me up. So I
began to give him advice.
The first things you will have
to do will be to change your temper
and your heart and your diet, and
stop growling and roaring when
you are not pleased."
I '11 do that, I '11 do that," he
said ever so quickly. You don't
want me to cut my mane and tail
off, do you ?"
"No. You are a handsome Lion
and beauty is much admired."





The Cozy Lion 43
Then I snuggled quite close up to
his ear and said down it, Did you
ever think how nice a Lion would
be if-if he were much nicer ?"
"N-no," he faltered.
Did you ever think how like a
great big cozy lovely dog you are ?
And how nice your big fluffy mane
would be for little girls and boys to
cuddle in, and how they could play
with you and pat you and hug you
and go to sleep with their heads on
your shoulder and love you and
adore you-if you only lived on
Breakfast Foods and things-and
had a really sweet disposition ? "
He must have been rather a nice
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44 The Cozy Lion
to look kind of smiley round the
mouth and teary round the lashes "
-which is part of a piece of poetry
I once read.
"Oh! Aunt Maria!" he ex-
claimed a little slangily. I never
thought of that: it would be nice."
"A Lion could be the coziest
thing in the world-if he would," I
went on.
He jumped up in the air and
danced and kicked his hind legs for
joy.
"Could he! Could he! Could
he?" he shouted out. "Oh! let
me be a Cozy Lion! Let me be a
Cozy Lion! Hooray! Hooray!
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than being invited to Buckingham
Palace!"
Little children would justflock
to see you and play with you," I
said. "And then if they came,
their mothers and fathers could n't
be kept away. They would flock
too."
The smile of joy that spread over
his face actually reached his ears
and almost shook me off.
"That would be Society!" he
grinned.
"The very best! I answered.
"Children who are real darlings,
and not imitations, come first, and
then mothers and fathers-the rest
just straggle along anywhere."





48 The Cozy Lion
"When could it begin ? When
could it begin ? he panted out.
Not," I said very firmly, "un-
til you have tried some Breakfast
Food!"
"Where shall I get it? Oh!
Where? Oh! Where ?"
"I will get it, of course," was
my answer.
Then I stood up on the very tip
of his ear and put my tiny golden
trumpet to my lips. (And Oh!
how that Lion did roll up his eyes
to try to catch a glimpse of me!)
And I played this tune to call my
Fairy Workers:
I 'm calling from the Huge Green Hill,
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The Lion's Cave is cool and still.
Tira-lira-lira.
The Lion wishes to improve
And show he 's filled with tender love
And not with Next Door Neighbor.
The Lion wishes to be good.
To fill him full of Breakfast Food
Will aid him in his labor.
Bring Breakfast Food from far and
near
-He '11 eat a dreadful lot I fear.
Oh! Tira-lira-lira-la
And Tira-lira-ladi.
A Lion learning to be good
Needs Everybody's Breakfast Food.
You workers bring it-Tira-la
And Tira-lira-ladi.
Then the Fairy Workers came





52 The Cozy Lion
flying in clouds. In three minutes
and three quarters they were
swarming all over the Huge Green
Hill and into the Lion's Cave,
every one of them with a little sack
on his green back. They swarmed
here and they swarmed there.
Some were cooks and brought tiny
pots and kettles and stoves and
they began to cook Breakfast
Foods as fast as lightning. The
Lion sat up. (I forgot to say that
he had turned un-pale long before
this and was the right color again.)
And his mouth fell wide open, just
with surprise and amazement.
What amazed him most was that
not one out of all those thousands





The Cozy Lion 53
of little Workers in their green
caps and smocks was the least bit
afraid of him. Why, what do you
think! My little Skip just jumped
up and stood on the end of the
Lion's nose while he asked me a
question. You never saw any-
thing as funny as that Lion look-
ing down the bridge of his nose at
him until he squinted awfully. He
was so interested in him.
Does he take it with sugar and
cream, your Royal Silver-cross-
bell-ness ?" Skip asked me, taking
off his green cap and bowing low.
Try him with it in both ways,"
I said.
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54 The Cozy Lion
whole lot of all the kinds together
they poured it into a hollow stone
and covered it with sugar and
cream.
"Ready, your Highnesses I"
they all called out in chorus.
"Is that it?"' said the Lion.
"It looks very nice. How does
one eat it? Must I bite it?"
"Dear me, no," I answered.
" Lap it."
So he began. If you '11 believe
me, he simply reveled in it. He
ate and ate and ate, and lapped
and lapped and lapped and he did
not stop until the hollow stone
was quite clean and empty and his
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out. And he looked as pleased as
Punch.
I never ate anything nicer in
my life," he said. "There was a
Sunday School picnic I once went
to-"
"A Sunday School picnic I" I
shouted so fiercely that he blushed
all over. The very tuft on his tail
was deep rose color. "Who in-
vited you ?"
He hung his head and stam-
mered.
"I was not exactly invited," he
said, "and did n't go with the
school to the picnic grounds-but
I should have come back with it-
at least some of it-but for some
men with guns "




58 The Cozy Lion
I stamped on his ear as hard as
ever I could.
"Never let me hear you men-
tion such a subject again," I said.
" Nobody in Society would speak
to you if they knew of it! "
He quite shook in his shoes-
only he had n't any shoes.
"I '11 never even think of it
again," he said. I see my mis-
take. I apologize. I do indeed! "
Now what do you suppose hap-
pened at that very minute? If I
had n't been a Fairy I should have
been frightened to death. At that
very minute I heard little children's
voices singing like skylarks farther
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actually little children-a whole lot
of them!
It-it sounds like the Sunday
School pic-" the Lion began to
say-and then he remembered he
must not mention the subject and
stopped short.
Has your heart changed ?" I
said to him. "Are you sure it
has ? "
I think it has," he said meekly,
"but even if it had n't, ma'am, I 'm
sofull of Breakfast Food I couldn't
eat a strawberry."
It happened that I had my heart
glass with me-I can examine
hearts with it and see if they have
properly changed or not.




62 The Cozy Lion
"Roll over on your back," I
said. "I will examine your heart
now."
And the little children on the
Huge Green Hill side were coming
nearer and nearer and laughing and
singing and twittering more like
skylarks than ever.
He rolled over on his back and
I jumped off his ear on to his big
chest. I thumped and listened and
looked about until I could see his
great heart and watch it beating
-thub-thub-thub-thub. It
actually had changed-almost all
over except one little corner and as
the children's voices came nearer
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The Cozy Lion 63
nests full of skylarks let loose, even
the corner was changing as fast as
it could. Instead of a big ugly
dark red fiery heart, it was a soft
ivory white one with delicate pink
spots on it.
"It has changed!" I cried out.
"You are going to be a great big
nice soft cozy thing, and you
could n't eat a picnic if you tried-
and you will never try."
He was all in a flutter with relief
when he got up and stood on his
feet.
And the laughing little voices
came nearer and nearer and I flew to
the Cave door to see what was
happening.




64 The Cozy Lion
It was really a picnic. And
goodness how dangerous it would
have been if it had not been for me.
That's the way I am always sav-
ing people, you notice.
The little children in the village
had grown so tired of being shut up
indoors that about fifty of them
who were too little to know any
better had climbed out of windows,
and slipped out of doors, and
crawled under things, and hopped
over them, and had all run away to-
gether to gather flowers and wild
Peachstrawberines, and lovely big
yellow Plumricots which grew thick
on the bushes and in the grass on
the Huge Green Hill. The de-
































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The Cozy Lion 67
licious sweet pink and purple Ice-
cream-grape-juice Melons hung in
clusters on trees too high for them
to reach, but they thought they
would just sit down under their
branches and look at them and sniff
and hope one would fall.
And there they came-little
plump girls and boys in white
frocks and with curly heads-not
the. least bit afraid of anything:
tumbling down and laughing and
picking themselves up and laughing,
and when they got near the Cave,
one of my Working Fairies,, just
for fun, flew down and lighted on
one little girl's fat hand. She
jumped for joy when she saw him




68 The Cozy Lion
and called to the others and they
came running and tumbling to. see
what she had found.
"Oh! look-look!" she called out.
"What is he! What is he! He
is n't a bird-and he is n't a bee
and he is n't a butterfly. He 's a
little teeny, weeny-weeny-weeny-
weeny wee, and he has little green
shoes on and little green stockings,
and a little green smock and a little
green hat and he 's laughing and
laughing,"
And then a boy saw another in
the grass-and another under a
leaf, and he shouted out, too.
"Oh! here 's another-here 's
another." And then the Workers


































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The Cozy Lion 71
all began to creep out of the grass
and from under the leaves and fly
up in swarms and light on the
children's arms and hands and hats
and play with them and tickle them
and laugh until every child was
dancing with fun, because they had
never seen such things before in
their lives.
I flew back to the Lion. He
was quite nervous.
It is a picnic," I said. "And
now is your chance. Can you
purr?"
Yes, I can." And he began to
make a beautiful purring which
sounded like -an immense velvet
cat over a saucer of cream.




72 The Cozy Lion
Come out then," I ordered him.
" Smile as sweetly as you can and
don't stop purring. Try to look
like a wriggling coaxing dog-I
will go first and prevent the chil-
dren from getting frightened."
So out we went. I was riding
in his ear and peeping out over the
top of it. I did not let the children
see me because I wanted them to
look at the Lion and at nothing
else.
What I did was to make them
remember in a minute all the nicest
Lions they had ever seen in pic-
tures or in the circus. Many of
them had never seen a Lion at all
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The Cozy Lion 73
circus had only seen them in big
cages behind iron bars, and with
notices written up, Don't go near
the Lions."
When my Lion came out he was
smiling the biggest, sleepiest,
curliest, sweetest smile you ever
beheld and he was purring, and he
was softly waving his tail. He
stood still on the grass a moment
and then lay down with his big
head on his paws just like a huge,
affectionate, coaxing dog waiting
and begging somebody to come
and pet him. And after staring at
him for two minutes, all the chil-
dren began to laugh, and then one
Little little girl who had a great




74 The Cozy Lion
mastifffor a friend at home, suddenly
gave a tiny shout and running to
him tumbled over his paws and fell
against his mane and hid her face
in it, chuckling and chuckling.
That was the beginning of the
most splendid fun a picnic ever
had. Every one of them ran
laughing and shouting to the Lion.
It was such a treat to them to
actually have a Lion to play with.
They patted him, they buried their
hands and faces in his big mane,
they stroked him, they scrambled up
on his back, and sat astride there.
Little boys called out, Hello,
Lion! Hello, Lion! and little
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The Cozy Lion 75
and said Liony! Liony Sweet
old Liony!" The Little Little Girl
who had run to him first settled
down right between his huge front
paws, resting her back comfortably
against his chest, and sucked her
thumb, her blue eyes looking very
round and big. She was comfy.
I kept whispering down his ear
to tell him what to do. You see,
he had never been in Society at all
and he had to learn everything at
once.
"Now, don't move suddenly,"
I whispered. "And be sure not
to make any loud Lion noises.
They don't understand Lion lan-
guage yet."




76 The Cozy Lion
"But oh! I am so happy," he
whispered back, I want to jump
up and roar for joy."
Mercy on us I said. That
would spoil everything. They 'd
be frightened to death and run
away screaming and crying and
never come back."
"But this little one with her
head on my chest is such a
sweetie he said. "May n't I just
give her a little lick-just a little
one ?"
"Your tongue is too rough.
Wait a minute," I answered.
My Fairy Workers were swarm-
ing all about. They were sitting
in bunches on the bushes and








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The Cozy Lion 79
hanging in bunches from branches,
and hopping about and giggling
and laughing and nudging each
other in the ribs as they looked on
at the Lion and children. They
were as amused as they had been
when they watched Winnie sitting
on the eggs in the Rook's nest. I
called Nip to come to me.
"Jump on to the Lion's tongue,"
I said to him, "and smooth it off
with your plane until it is like satin
velvet-not silk velvet, but satin
velvet."
The Lion politely put out his
tongue. Nip leaped up on it and
began to workwith his plane. He
worked until he was quite hot, and





80 The Cozy Lion
he made the tongue so smooth.that
it was quite like satin velvet.
Now you can kiss the' baby,"
I said.
The Little Little Girl had gone
to sleep by this time and she had
slipped down and lay curled up on
the Lion's front leg as if it was an
arm and the Lion bent down and
delicately licked her soft cheek, and
her 'fat arm, and her fat leg, and
purred and purred.
When the other children saw
him they crowded round and were
more- delighted than ever.
"'He 's kissing her as if he was
a mother cat and she was his kit-
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The Cozy Lion 81
out her hand. "Kiss me too.
Kiss me, Liony," she said.
He lifted his head and licked her
little hand as she asked and then
all the rest wanted, him to kiss them
and they laughed so that the Little
Little Girl woke up and laughed
with them and scrambled to her
feet and hugged and hugged as
much of the Lion as she could put
her short arms round. She felt as
if he was her Lion.
I love oo-I love oo," she said.
" Tome and play wiv us."
He smiled and smiled and got
up so carefully that he did not up-
set three or four little boys and
girls who were sitting on his back.




82 The Cozy Lion
You can imagine how they shouted
with glee when he began to trot
gently about with them and give
them a ride. Of course everybody
wanted to ride. So he trotted
softly over the grass first with one
load of them and then with another.
When each ride was over he lay
down very carefully for the children
to scramble down from his back
and then other ones scrambled up.
The things he did that afternoon
really made me admire him. A
Cozy Lion is nicer to play with
than anything else in the world.
He shook Ice-cream-grape-juice
Melons down from the trees for
them. He carried on his back to

































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The Cozy Lion 85
a clear little running brook he
knew, every one who wanted a
drink. He jumped for them, he
played tag with them and when he
caught them, he rolled them over
and over on the grass as if they
were kittens; he showed them how
his. big claws would go in and out
of his velvet paws like a pussy
cat's. Whatever game they played
he would always be It," if they
wanted him to. When the tiniest
ones got sleepy he made grass
beds under the shade of trees and
picked them up daintily by their
frocks or little trousers and carried
them to their nests just as kittens
or puppies are carried by their




86 The Cozy Lion
mothers. And when the others
wanted to be carried too, he carried
them as well.
The children enjoyed themselves
so much that they forgot about
going home altogether. And as
they had laughed and run about
every minute and had had such fun,
by the time the sun began to go
down they were all as sleepy as
could be. But even then one little
fellow in a white sailor suit asked
for something else. He went and
stood by the Lion with one arm
around his neck and the other un-
der his chin. Can you roar, old
Lion?" he asked him. "I am
sure you can roar."





The Cozy Lion 87
The Lion nodded slowly three
times.
"He says 'Yes-Yes,' shouted
everybody, Oh do roar for us-
as loud as ever you can. We
won't be frightened the least bit."
The Lion nodded again and
smiled. Then he lifted up his
head and opened his mouth and
roared and roared and ROARED.
They were not the least bit fright-
ened. They just shrieked and
laughed and jumped up. and down
and made him do it over and over
again.

Now I will tell you what had'
happened in the village.




88 The Cozy Lion
At first when the children ran
away the mothers and fathers were
all at their work and did not miss
them for several hours. It was at
lunch time that the grown-ups be-
gan to find out the little folks were
gone and then one mother ran out
into the village street, and then
another and then another, until all
the mothers were there, and all of
them were talking at once and
wringing their hands and crying.
They went and looked under beds,
and tables and in cupboards, and in
back gardens and in front gardens,
and they rushed to the village pond
to see if there were any little hats or
bonnets floating on the top of the













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The Cozy Lion 91
water. But all was quiet and
serene and nothing was floating
anywhere-and there was not one
sign of the children.
When the fathers came the
mothers all flew at them. You see
it is n't any joke to lose fifty chil-
dren all at once.
The fathers thought of the Lion
the first thing, but the mothers had
tried not to think of him because
they could n't bear it.
But at last the fathers got all the
guns and all the pistols and all the
iron spikes and clubs and scythes
and carving knives and old swords,
and they armed themselves with
them and began to march all to-




92 The Cozy Lion
gether toward the Huge Green Hill.
The mothers would go too and they
took scissors and big needles and
long hat pins and one took a big
pepper-pot, full of red pepper, to
throw into the Lion's eyes.
They had so much to do before
they were ready that when they
reached the Huge Green Hill the
sun was going down and what do
you think they heard ?
They heard this-
Ro-o-a-a-arh Ro-o-a-a-rh !
Ro-o-a-a-arrh almost as loud as
thunder. And at the same time
they heard the shouts and shrieks
of the entire picnic.
But they did not know that the





The Cozy Lion 93
picnic was shouting and screaming
for joy.
So they ran and ran and ran-
and stumbled and scrambled and
hurried and scurried and flurried
faster and faster till they had
scrambled up the Huge Green Hill
to where the Lion's Cave was and
then they gathered behind a big
clump of bushes and the fathers be-
gan to cock their guns and the
mothers to sharpen their scissors
and hat pins.
But the mother with the pepper-
pot had nothing to sharpen, so she
peeped from behind the bushes,
and suddenly she cried out, Oh!
Oh I Oh! Oh Look! Look! And




94 The Cozy Lion
don't fire a single gun, on any ac-
count."
And they all struggled to the
front to peep. And this-thanks
to Me-was what they saw /
On the green places before the
Lion's Cave on several soft heaps
of grass, the tiniest children were
sitting chuckling or sucking their
thumbs. On the grass around
them a lot of others were sitting or
standing or rolling about with
laughter and kicking up their heels
-and right in front of the Cave
there stood the Lion looking abso-
lutely angelic. His tail had a
beautiful blue sash on it tied just
below the tuft in a lovely bow, he










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The Cozy Lion 97
had a sash round his waist, and
four children on his back. The
Little Little Girl was sitting on his
mane which was stuck full of
flowers, and she was trying to put
a wreath on the top of his head and
could n't get it straight, which
made him look rather rakish. On
one side of him stood the little boy
in the sailor suit, and on the other
stood a little girl, and each one held
him by the end of a rope of pink
and white wild roses which they
were going to lead him with.
The mother of the Little Little
Girl could not wait one minute
longer. She ran out towards her,
calling out:-




98 The Cozy Lion
Oh! Betsy-petsy! Oh! Betsy-
petsy! Mammy's Lammy-girl! "
And then the other mothers
threw away their scissors and hat
pins and ran after her in a crowd.
What that clever Lion did was
to carefully lie down without up-
setting anybody and stretch out his
head on his paws as if he was a pet
poodle, and purr and purr like a
velvet cat.
The picnic simply shouted with
glee. It was the kind of picnic
which is always shouting with
glee.
Oh! Mother! Mother! Father!
Father! it called out. Look at
our Lion! Look at our Lion!












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