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Title: The green toby jug and The princess who lived opposite
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Title: The green toby jug and The princess who lived opposite stories for little children
Alternate Title: Princess who lived opposite
Green toby jug, &c
Physical Description: 256 p., 3 leaves of plates : ill. ; 19 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Hohler, Edwin
Bacon, J. H ( John Henry ) ( Illustrator )
Thomas Nelson & Sons ( Publisher )
Publisher: Thomas Nelson and Sons
Place of Publication: London ;
Edinburgh ;
New York
Publication Date: 1898
Subject: Fairy tales -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Farm life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Girls -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Cousins -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Uncles -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Mothers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Dogs -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Vacations -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Toby jugs -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children -- Behavior -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Interpersonal relations -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Friendship -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Storytelling -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1898   ( lcsh )
Fantasy literature -- 1898   ( rbgenr )
Family stories -- 1898   ( local )
Juvenile literature -- 1898   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1898
Genre: Children's stories
Fantasy literature   ( rbgenr )
Family stories   ( local )
Juvenile literature   ( rbgenr )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
Scotland -- Edinburgh
United States -- New York -- New York
Statement of Responsibility: by Mrs. Edwin Hohler.
General Note: Illustrations signed by John H. Bacon.
General Note: Pictorial front cover and spine.
General Note: Includes additional title page.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page 1
        Page 1a
    Half Title
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Title Page
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
    Table of Contents
        Page 8
    The green toby jug
        Page 9
            Page 9
            Page 10
            Page 11
            Page 12
            Page 13
            Page 14
            Page 15
            Page 16
            Page 17
            Page 18
            Page 19
            Page 20
            Page 21
        In search of a toby jug
            Page 22
            Page 23
            Page 24
            Page 25
            Page 26
            Page 27
            Page 28
            Page 29
            Page 30
            Page 30a
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            Page 33
            Page 34
            Page 35
            Page 36
            Page 37
            Page 38
        Lost on the moors
            Page 39
            Page 40
            Page 41
            Page 42
            Page 43
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        The land of the Snow Queen
            Page 53
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        The land of the Snow Queen (continued)
            Page 71
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        The green dwarf
            Page 86
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        A birthday party
            Page 100
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        Molly's plan
            Page 130
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            Page 132a
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        A new friend
            Page 144
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        Back to Lee
            Page 157
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        A happy ending
            Page 169
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    The princess who lived opposite
        Page 177
        Page 178
        The princess arrives
            Page 179
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        The princess makes friends
            Page 191
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        The princess commands
            Page 203
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        The princess is frightened
            Page 216
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        The princess is rescued
            Page 230
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        The princess triumphs
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    Back Cover
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Stories for Xittle Cbtlbren



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SI remember, I remember
The house where I was born-
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn.
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day."

" We stroke thy broad brown paws again,
We bid thee to thy vacant chair,
We greet thee by the window pane,
We hear thy scuffle on the stair.

We see the flaps of thy large ears
Quick raised to ask which way we go."



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I. BOB, ....
[II. JULES, ....


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.... .... .... 39
QUEEN, .... .... 53
QUEEN (Contined), .... 71
.... .... 86

.... .... ..... 100
.... 115

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... ..... 144
.... 157

.... .... .... 169

]be Iprncess who VLveb Opposite.

THE PRINCESS ARRIVES, .... .... .... 17
THE PRINCESS COMMANDS, .... ... .... 203
THE PRINCESS IS RESCUED, .... .... .... 230
THE PRINCESS TRIUMPHS, .... .... .... 245

vi L Q RuC ''To Py Ju

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I I ii HERE was

.i pectation all
over the
house. A little girl,
S with scarlet cheeks
and spark-i ling eyes, was danc-
ing wildly from one roomto another,
far too excited to keep still for a moment. And
no 'wonder; for Molly was an only child, and
that evening Bob, her very special" cousin,
as she called him, was coming all the way from
France to stay with her-not for a short little
visit, but for two whole months.
Everything was ready for the expected guest.

vi L Q RuC ''To Py Ju

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I I ii HERE was

.i pectation all
over the
house. A little girl,
S with scarlet cheeks
and spark-i ling eyes, was danc-
ing wildly from one roomto another,
far too excited to keep still for a moment. And
no 'wonder; for Molly was an only child, and
that evening Bob, her very special" cousin,
as she called him, was coming all the way from
France to stay with her-not for a short little
visit, but for two whole months.
Everything was ready for the expected guest.


In the nursery a bright fire was burning. The
tea was laid, with a big, almost birthday-
looking cake, strawberry jam, and a whole
array of tiny egg-cups, which were waiting to
be filled with nice little brown bantams' eggs.
On the top of the dolls' house was a long row
of Molly's babies, making an attractive show in
their best clothes.
Then, in the room prepared for Bob, Molly
had put a large bunch of heather, and arranged
a whole row of birds' eggs and bright-coloured
snails' shells along the mantelpiece. As she
inspected it all with a look of satisfaction, she
heard nurse calling,-
"Come, Miss Molly, let me brush your hair.
It is nearly time for you to go down to be
ready to meet Master Bob."
Molly went at once. As her eyes fell on
the blue ribbon with which nurse was tying
her hair, she cried,-
"0 Nannie! I've forgotten to dress Jack.
Do put his bow on at once."
Jack was Molly's dog. He was of the kind
called "dachshund," and had a long black body
and short, very crooked, tan legs.


Jack had been following :his little mistress's
flying footsteps up and (doI\\ all the afternoon;
and now he lay, in an exhausted .condition,
watching the proceedings with an expression
which seemed to say,-
Now I shall have a little rest; when nurse
holds on to a handful of curls like that, she will
not let you go in a hurry."
Nurse turned to Jack, and lifting him on
to a chair, tied a grand blue bow on his collar,
which exactly matched that of his mistress.
"Now you are both ready," she said; "run /
down and be ready to welcome Master Bob."
The house where Molly lived was long and
low, and built of dark grey stone. From the
front it appeared dull and almost ugly-looking;
but once inside the quaint old door you came
into a brightly-lighted conservatory, gay with
flowers and paved with many-coloured tiles.
The change from the darkness outside to the
light and warmth within was dazzling at first
to Bob on his arrival, and he stood for a
moment in the doorway blinking at the light,
till a little figure came flying towards him.
Flinging her arms round her little cousin,


Molly hugged and kissed him while dragging
him through the big door into the old-fashioned
inner hall.
There her mother was waiting.
"My dear boy, how tired you must be!"
she cried, as she stooped to kiss him.
"I am rather tired, auntie," Bob answered;
and the steamer was horrid-it made me so
"0 Bob!" cried Molly, "I just love the
sea part."
Bob got rather red, and turned to his aunt.
"Molly doesn't understand," he said; "it
wasn't the sea that made me ill, but the nasty,
oily smell on board."
Auntie smiled as she stroked his head.
I know, dear; Molly has only been over
in summer, when she could stay on deck all
the time. And now I am sure you are hungry,
so you must go up to the nursery at once and
have tea."
In a very short time the children were seated
at tea in the cosy nursery, with nurse at the
head of the table, and Jack on a chair of his
own seated gravely between them.


"How nice to have Nannie for tea!" Bob
said, pausing with a piece of cake half-way to
his mouth; "what have you done with Miss
Page ?"
Miss Page was Molly's governess, but she
only came for the day.
"Well, you see," answered Molly proudly,
"I thought we should be so much happier
alone with Nannie on your first evening, that
I asked mother to let us have it like a half-
holiday. Miss Page never stays for tea then.
Wasn't it a good idea?"
"Lovely!" said Bob feelingly; "and I am
specially glad, because I have brought you and
Nannie such beautiful presents, and it might
have hurt poor Miss Page's feelings when she
saw I had nothing for her. And, 0 Nannie!
we've quite finished tea, so do come and un-
pack my things and get the presents out, like
a darling."
Bob was such a pretty little boy, with close-
cropped dark hair, big, soft, grey eyes, and
round, red cheeks, like nothing so much as
very ripe apples, that, when he took to coaxing,
he generally got his own way.


"Very well, Master Bob," said Nannie, with
a smile; if you have both quite finished, I can
unpack now. Come and show me where they
Very soon Nannie was on her knees before
the trunk.
"What a very queer smell there is in here !"
she exclaimed, as she lifted the lid. "Why,
it's something in this !" she added, as she drew
out a small parcel, squashed quite out of shape
by being wedged in tightly beside a pair of
thick boots.
"Oh, I do hope it isn't spoilt!" cried Bob;
'it is my present for you, Nannie-a cream-
cheese, because I know you like them. Oh,
dear! I'm afraid I packed it very badly. I
put it in myself just at the last, as I thought
nurse might refuse to let me bring it if she
saw it."
"Never mind," said Nannie, consolingly, "it's
only a little out of shape. And thank you so
much, dear. ,I'm sure I shall enjoy it ever so
much;" though, perhaps, privately she may
have thought it might taste rather strongly of
boot polish.


But Bob was quite comforted, and began
dragging out a bulky paper parcel.
"This is for you, Molly," he said. "I have
been keeping it for ages-ever since we went
to the sea side last June; it's exactly like
what the fishermen there wear strapped round
Molly undid the parcel with eager fingers,
and there was a small, white fishing-basket,
with a bright red cord by which to hang it
round her shoulders, and "Le Havre" worked
across it in red letters.
"How lovely !" cried Molly; "but what
does Le Havre' mean ? "
"That is the name of the place it came
from," said Bob; and inside there are some
biscuits for Jack."
At the mention of his name, Jack, who had
been watching the proceedings wth g'rea,
interest, trotted up, wagging his tail violently,
and when he caught sight of the biscuits he
sat up and begged.
"Greedy dog !" said Mo:'lly, as she gave him
one. "Won't it be lovely for taking our
luncheon in when we go for a picnic ?" she


continued, as she hugged her basket. Oh,
we must have a picnic quite soon-on Satur-
day, perhaps. Let us ask mother if we
What is it you are going to ask me ?"
said mother's voice at that moment. Come
to the nursery fire, children, and tell me what
you are talking about. Why, Molly," she
went on, as she caught sight of the basket
which the little girl was holding in her arms,
"has Bob brought you that ? What a delight-
ful present!"
"Yes, mother," began Molly promptly ; and
it's that we're talking about. You see, we
want to take it for a picnic right away on
the moors somewhere. Do let us go on
Saturday, if it is fine-' Le Havre' would hold
our luncheon so beautifully."
Mother smiled at the little girl's eagerness.
"We must ask Miss Page first," she said;
"but I am sure she will not object. And
certainly you ought to take Bob for one day
on your beloved moors before the winter
sets in."
"Winter, auntie !" exclaimed Bob, with a


puzzled face. "Why, it is not time for
winter for months yet!"
"Not in most places, dear," his aunt an-
swered; "but up among these hills there is
no knowing how soon it may begin."
"Well, then, it's quite settled," broke in
Molly impatiently, "we shall have our picnic
on Saturday. 0 Bob! just think if we got
lost on the moors what fun it would be. We
might have to sleep out all night, and we
could pretend you were a brave knight rescu-
ing me from the enemy. I do long 'to sleep
under the stars,' as they say in books."
"Molly," said her mother quickly, "do not
suppose any such horrid things; it frightens
me even to hear you talk of being out alone
at night on those dreadful, lonely moors."
"Not alone, mother," answered Molly re-
assuringly; "I should have Bob with me, and
I know he would take great care of me."
Mother shook her head.
"No, Molly; even with Bob to take care
of you I should be terrified. Do not put such
dreadful ideas into my head, or I shall be
miserable whenever you are out for long."
(961) 2


Bob jumped up and gave his aunt a vigorous
"Don't look so unhappy, darling auntie,"
he said; "I'll promise to take the greatest
care of Molly, and not let her try to get
Molly hastened to change the subject.
"Won't it be nice?" she said. "Bob will
be here for your winter birthday, and he can
help me to choose what we shall do for a
"But auntie's birthday is in the spring,"
put in Bob, turning to her; "I wrote to
you for it, didn't I ?"
"Yes, dear," she replied; "but, you see,
our wedding day is in November, and Molly
calls that my 'winter birthday,' and she
always insists on choosing what we are to
have for a treat, just as if it were her own
birthday," she added, laughing.
Molly got rather red.
That's too bad of you, mother. You know
that if I didn't choose for you, you could
never decide.- Oh, here is father coming!"
she cried, rushing to meet him, as the sound


of footsteps was heard coming towards the
nursery, and a moment later Molly's father
came into the room.
"Father," she cried, "I am telling Bob
about your winter birthday, and mother is
saying such horrid things."
Father laughed.
"Well, I have come to take her away to
dress for dinner; and it is high time for tired
little children to be in bed-so good-night to
you both."
Mother got up to go.
"I shall come back and give you both a
good-night kiss when you are ready for bed,"
she said, as she left the room, "so make
haste, and do not stop here chattering."
Molly led the way to Bob's room, talking
all the time.
"You must try to think very, very hard,
Bob," she said, "and help me to decide on a
new sort of present for their birthday; half
the fun of it is in beginning to plan weeks
"All right, I'll think about it," answered
Bob, rather drowsily. He was really very


tired, and he knew that when Molly started
talking she did not soon leave off.
"Well, good-night," said Molly, as she
left the room reluctantly; but as she reached
the door she turned back. 0 Bob! I must
just tell you about Romeo," she cried. "I am
sure he knew you were coming, for he sat
on your window-sill this morning and crowed
so loudly."
"Who's Romeo ?" inquired Bob, with rather
languid interest, as he took a last peep from
his window.
"Why, you can't have forgotten!" and
Molly's voice sounded as if she felt very much
aggrieved; "I have told you such heaps about
him. He's my very prettiest bantam-cock, and
She was interrupted by a yell from Bob,
who was holding back the curtain and gazing
at it with a face of amazement.
Molly was at his side in an instant.
"Why, it is one of Juliet's eggs !" she cried.
"Nannie, come and see The bantams have
laid a lovely brown egg in one of Bob's win-
dow curtains as a welcome to him."


Nannie came running to look; then she
burst out laughing.
Well, Miss Molly," she said, "of all the
strange animals I ever met, those bantams of
yours are the queerest. Master Bob shall
have the egg for his breakfast. But now you
must not stay talking for another moment."
So, with a last good-night, Molly allowed
herself to be led off to bed; and when mother
came up some time later, she found her little
girl fast asleep, still clasping the red cord of
the new basket.

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next morning-
S< *'- /
/I lessons over -
Bob's first idea was
to visit the farm, and
the two children were soon racing
over the fields towards the group of
quaint, old, grey buildings nestling under the
shelter of a friendly hill.
Half-way there they met the gardener, and
Bob stopped to speak to him.
It's very nice to have you here again,
Master Bob, and I hope you are going to
see the missus; she expects you will be round
soon," was the gardener's greeting.
We were just on our way to Mrs.
Green's,". answered Bob politely; "and I
want to see the baby too."

Green laughed.
You ask her to show you my new Toby,"
he said; "you'll like that best, I reckon."
"Your 'Toby!' Mr. Green," cried Molly.
" What's that ?"
You go and see, Miss Molly," answered
Green, as he turned up the path to the house.
Let's go there first," suggested Bob;
" I want to know what he means."
The gardener's cottage stood close to the
farmyard, and in a few minutes the two chil-
dren were knocking loudly at the door. It
was opened by Mrs. Green, baby in arms.
Good-morning," began Molly. Oh, do
let me hold baby while you talk to Bob!"
and she held out her arms.
The baby laughed and crowed, making
frantic efforts to get to her; but his mother
He is such a heavy boy for you to hold,
missy," she said.
But as she spoke, baby settled the matter
by setting up such a loud howl, while he
stretched out his arms to Molly, that his
mother reluctantly placed him in her charge.


Then his new nurse promptly sat down on
the nearest chair, hugging her precious burden
tightly, and talking to him, while Bob con-
versed with Mrs. Green.
Suddenly Molly remembered.
Do show us the new 'Toby,'" she cried,
jumping up with small regard for the baby's
comfort. Then, as Mrs. Green lifted some-
thing from the mantelpiece, she held out the
Oh, how funny! Take baby, quick, and
let me hold that," she cried; and she placed
the now shrieking boy on his back in the
middle of the table, from whence he was
quickly rescued by his anxious mother.
The two children bent over the "Toby"
with deep interest. It was a quaint pottery
figure of a man with short legs crossed, and
a hand on each knee. He had bright-coloured
clothes, and his head was crowned with a huge
"What is he meant for?" questioned
Molly, and where did you get him ?"
"These figures used to be made for beer-
mugs, missy. You see the crown of his hat


comes off, and he is hollow inside," answered
Mrs. Green. "Green bought him in Lee
market when he was over there last Satur-
"Lee-just over the hill!" cried Molly
excitedly. "How far is it, and is there a
market every Saturday ?"
"Yes, missy, I believe so; but it's six
miles away, and such a bad road, Green
"Well, now, we must be off," said Molly.
Good-bye, Mrs. Green; we have enjoyed
looking at the 'Toby,' that's-"
But here she was interrupted by a pinch
from Bob.
"And dear baby too. It is so nice to see
him," he broke in.
As soon as they were out of the cottage
Molly turned to Bob.
"You are much cleverer than I am at
remembering to be polite," she said admir-
ingly. "I was just going to say we had
only come to see the 'Toby.' But, O Bob !
we must get one for father; and if Saturday
is market day we must get to Lee when we

have our picnic. We could easily walk that
"Yes," answered Bob, "if only Nannie
were with us; but Miss Page never would.
Let's ask if we need have her."
But when mother was consulted on the
subject she was firm. Miss Page wanted to
make a sketch, and they must go with her;
but they could roam about by themselves
while waiting.
"Bother !" muttered Molly. But her mother
thought it best to take no notice.
When the children were alone together
again, Molly returned to the subject.
I do wish we could have had Nannie with
us on Saturday," she said. If we had told
her how much we want to go to Lee to
buy a Toby jug, I am sure she would have
let us."
"But we must go somehow. Can't we
persuade Miss Page to take us ? said Bob.
Molly shook her head decidedly.
"Miss Page would never get that dis-
tance," she said. "But once she begins her
sketch, she will never notice us; and if we


start at once, and run very fast, I daresay
we shall get to Lee and back before she
misses us."
"That will. be the best plan," answered
Bob. "And I do hope we shall have
enough money to buy a Toby jug. I have
got a new silver shilling and three pennies."
And I have two shillings all in pennies.
I am sure that ought to be enough," said
Molly, triumphantly.
Saturday morning dawned brilliantly fine,
and it was still early when the little party
came downstairs ready to start, Molly carry-
ing her precious basket "Le Havre," now
heavy with luncheon, and Bob laden with
Miss Page's sketching things.
Mother came to the door to see them off.
"Be sure to be careful not to go where it
is boggy," she called after them, and remem-
ber how very soon it gets dark."
All right, auntie," shouted Bob from the
gate; I'll take good care of Molly."
Up the road and through the village, past
the- church, they went. Then the valley in
which the house lay ended abruptly, and all


round rose the hills, purple and brown with the
fast-withering heather which clothed them.
The little party turned up an old disused
road, very rough and stony, and so steep
that they were obliged to pause several times
for Miss Page to rest, whilst Jack raced
wildly backwards and forwards, barking with
delight each time they started again.
After a long climb they reached the sum-
mit of the hill, and, looking back, could see
the roofs of the houses in the valley far
below them, whilst all around stretched miles
of moor, fading into the blue hills in the dis-
This was the spot which Miss Page had
chosen for her sketch; and as it was quite
luncheon time, they seated themselves beside
the mountain stream which bubbled along
"Le Havre" was unpacked, and they ate
their picnic meal.
S"After we have. settled you, and seen you
begin your sketch, you won't mind if we go
on further for a walk, will you ?" said Molly.
"We want to go down that path," and she


pointed to a rough track through the
"I don't mind being left, but don't you
think you had better keep to the road?"
answered Miss Page nervously. "You know
your mother said to be careful of the bogs."
But that's the path leading to Lee, so it
must be quite safe; besides, I once went a
little way down it with father," said Molly.
And this seemed to be satisfactory to Miss
Page, who nodded consent.
Off set Molly down the path, followed by Bob.
No sooner were they out of sight than she
turned to him.
"Bob, we shall have to run ever so fast;
it's much later than I thought we should be
in starting. We can't miss our way if we
keep to the path, and it seems to be all
So they started as fast as they could run,
with Jack close at their heels-on and, on
till their run had slackened into a jog-trot,
and Bob felt breathless and hot.
Molly," he panted at last, "I must stop
and walk a little."

/-Molly slackened her pace.
"I'm tired too," she said, as they walked
on together; "only I thought, if I stopped
first, you would say I was only a girl," and
she took Bob's hand and patted it to en-
courage him.
The path was now becoming less steep, and
before them in the distance lay a straggling
village-a desolate, bleak-looking place in
the midst of miles of heather and bog. But
at the sight of it the two children quickened
their steps again; and although Molly had
an uncomfortable idea that the sun looked
as if it. might set before very long, she said
nothing about it; she only cheered Bob with
the thought that when they had bought the
precious Toby jug, they would get some buns
to eat;
As they entered the village street several
people lounging about stared at them curi-
ously, and one woman standing at the door
of her cottage spoke to them, as they passed
in a pleasant voice and with a 1bioaI: north
country accent. She asked if they had come
far all alone.

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Yes," answered Molly, we have come
a long way; and, please, will you tell us how
far the market is ? "
Keep straight on, and you'll see it on your
right," the woman answered.
Then, as they thanked her and walked on,
she called after them,-
"Don't you be- long before you turn home
-it's getting late already."
In a few minutes more they were in the
market-place, with its quaint rows of covered
booths and open stalls, on which were ex-
hibited .every sort of thing for sale, from
mutton and beef to needles and pins. But
now it was late for selling, and most of the
owners of the stalls were busy packing up
their unsold wares.
Suddenly Molly gave a cry of delight and
clutched Bob's arm.
Oh! just look," she cried, did you ever
see such a dear ?" and she pointed to an
almost empty stall, in the middle of which
stood a Toby jug. It was a most quaint little
figure, all dressed in wide sTripes of green and
white; on his head was a green cap with a long


point to it, like "Punch's;" and his face wore
the funniest expression, half laughing, half
How much does this cost, please?" in-
quired Bob, with his most grown-up air, of
the woman behind the stall.
"That's three shillings, my little sir," she
Molly gave a sigh of relief.
"We've got that," she said. "I was so
afraid it was going to cost more money than
we've got. There's two shillings of mine,"
she went on, laying a little heap of coins on
the stall, "and I hope you won't mind its
being such a lot of pennies. But the other
shilling is all silver."
Bob now produced his precious shilling.
Will you pack up the Toby jug for us?"
he said, as he handed it to the woman,
"We've a long way to go, and it might get
Then, as they waited, he whispered to Molly,-
I've still got three pennies left. I'll ask
where we can get some buns, and we'll go
and have some before we start."


In answer to his inquiries the woman
directed them to a shop near by, and they
set off, Bob hugging. the precious parcel in
both arms.
The confectioner's window looked most in-
viting, and a tempting smell of hot cakes
came through the open door.
How hungry I am!" exclaimed Molly,
as she peeped in. "But, 0 Bob! do look
at that poor little boy!"
There, just in the doorway, was a little
shabby figure, with a thin, white face and
eager, hungry eyes, gazing longingly at the
dainties within.
Molly, who never suffered from shyness,
went up to him, and touched him on the arm
to attract his attention. The boy started
and shrank away, raising a pair of mournful,
dark eyes to her face.
"What is the matter, poor boy?" she
inquired. "Are you hungry?"
But the child only retreated further into
his corner, shaking his head, and murmuring
some words which she could not catch.
I do believe it is French he is speaking,"
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Bob cried eagerly, "only with a funny
Then turning to the boy, he began to
question him in that tongue. The poor
little stranger positively beamed, and began
to chatter so fast and eagerly that the chil-
dren had to stop him and ask him to speak
more slowly, so that they might under-
His home was in the south of France, he
told them; but, a year before, his father had
died, and he had come to England with his
mother, thinking they could earn more
money there by playing and singing than
they could make in their own home. That
summer they had been to several of the
fashionable watering-places in Yorkshire, and
had been so successful that they had deter-
mined to make their way south on their
homeward journey, when his mother, who
was always delicate, had caught a severe
chill. She had dragged herself as far as
Lee, and now lay dying in a lodging. Their
little store of money was almost exhausted,
and the poor child, whose one idea was to


save it as much as possible for his mother's
sake, had not tasted food himself that day.
Of course all this took a long time to
tell, and the children had to encourage him
with many questions before they drew the
whole story from him.
When Bob understood that the little boy
had really had nothing to eat that day, he
came round to Molly's side, and, holding out
his three pennies, he whispered to her,-
Go into the shop, Molly, and buy three
of the biggest buns you can get, and' I'll
wait out here. He looks so frightened that, if
we both left him, he might run off."
Molly obeyed and entered the shop,
Closely followed by Jack. She pointed out
the buns she wanted-nice, big, brown ones,
hot and fresh and asked for three of
While the woman was putting them in a
bag for her, Jack had been wandering along
the counter, tail erect and nose in the air,
sniffing the inviting odour of hot cakes.
Finding that no one was going to offer any
to him, he suddenly sat up and begged, and

gave a most piteous whine to attract atten-
The woman laughed and patted him.
"Your little dog seems hungry," she said;
" shall I give him a biscuit ? "
Molly's face grew scarlet. Really, it was
most inconsiderate of Jack. He might have
known that she would have given him a bun
if she had had any money left.
Then a bright idea struck her.
"I think he is thirsty," she answered,
"he's had a long walk; so perhaps you
would not mind giving him a drink of
"Water can't cost anything," she murmured
to herself, casting an indignant glance at Jack
on her way to the door, where she handed
the parcel of buns to the poor little boy.
At first he seemed scarcely able to believe
that they really were for him. His little
thin face flushed and his eyes sparkled with
pleasure as he burst into such a rapid torrent
of words and thanks that the children could
hardly understand what he said. Then, clasping
the paper bag firmly in his arms, he ran off, as if


afraid that if he lingered too long it might be
taken from him again.
"I wish we had asked him his name,"
said Bob. "I am sure auntie would have
sent them some things to eat. And, 0
Molly! we must be very quick, it's so dread-
fully late."
We'll run all the way," answered Molly.
"But I must fetch Jack; he's having a
drink," and she drew Bob into the shop.
There, on a chair by the counter, sat Jack,
a saucer of milk beside him and a collection
of small biscuits before him, which he was
in the act of devouring.
"0 Jack!" cried Molly, in a horrified
voice. But the shopwoman only laughed.
Don't scold him, miss," she said. I
found some stale biscuits, which I took the
liberty of giving him."
Thank you very much," said Molly.
"And now we must go, so come along,
Jack." And with a smiling good-bye from
the woman, the two children, followed by
Jack, left the shop and set off down the


But when they got out on to the moor
again they were horrified to find how dark it
had become. The last traces of the sunset
had disappeared, and the hills only looked
like dark, shapeless lumps against the dusky
"0 Bob!" cried Molly in terror, "what
shall we do ? Miss Page will have gone home
long ago, and we'll never find our way back."
Bob's face had grown very white, but he
tried to speak bravely.
"We must just run as fast as we can,"
he said firmly. "Hold my hand, Molly, and
be sure to keep to the path."
So, hand in hand, the two children went
on into the fast gathering darkness of ,the
lonely moors.



IT is one thing to run down a steep hill on
a bright, sunny afternoon, when the dis-
tance seems even shorter than you expect, and
there is no difficulty in keeping to the right
path; but when, later on, you turn to climb
wearily up the rough track, and the summit,
which you imagine to be so near, appears to
go further away in the gathering darkness-
then it is quite another thing.
So thought poor Molly and Bob as they
toiled breathlessly on, trying anxiously to see
the path in the dusk. For now it was

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growing darker and darker, and only a gleam
of twilight was left in the sky, against which
the mountains stood out like weird, black
sentinels of every shape and form.
Suddenly Molly hesitated, then stopped.
"Bob," she said anxiously, "the heather
seems so very long here; are you quite sure
we are on the path ?"
"I don't think we could have left it with-
out knowing," answered Bob encouragingly;
and they went on again, though more slowly.
But in a few minutes Molly gave a scream
of terror.
0 Bob! my leg's gone right into a bog
and I can't move. Pull me out-quick !"
Bob flung his arms round her, and after
what seemed an age of violent tugging and
struggling, succeeded in drawing her back on
to the firm ground. It really was very
alarming for the little girl: her foot had
sunk into the soft, oozy bog, which had
drawn it in right up to her knee; and now
she stood sobbing with terror, while Bob
tried his best to comfort her.
"Don't cry, Molly darling, you are quite


safe now; this heather's quite firm and dry,
and I don't believe we can be more than a
tiny bit off the path. Perhaps, if I feel very
carefully, I may be able to find it again."
But Molly clutched his arm.
"You mustn't leave me!" she cried; "sup-
pose we lost each other? lHold my hand
very tight, and feel about well with your
foot before you take a step."
For a few minutes the two children
groped their way about in the darkness;
then Bob stopped.
"It's no good," he said, in a rather shaky
voice; "there must be bog all round us.
What shall we do, Molly ? we are lost!"
There was such a world of woe in Bob's
voice that Molly felt inclined to start crying
again, but a recollection of the stories she
had heard about people lost on the moors
suddenly occurred to her.
"Bob," she said impressively, we must
sit down and keep quite still till daylight.
Father had a friend who was lost up here
last year, and I remember hearing him say
that if he hadn't had the presence of mind


to sit and wait for the morning, he would
certainly have been killed in a bog."
So together the two sat down on a patch
of soft, springy heather; not an uncomfortable
seat, if only the deep, unbroken silence and
darkness of the lonely hills had not been too
terrifying to allow them to think of anything
All this time Jack had kept close to his
little mistress's heels. He was far too wise
not to understand that something very un-
usual was happening, and that in consequence
it behoved him to keep an extra strict guard
over her. He had stepped into the bog
himself, and it was a very wet and draggled
little dog, with ears and tail drooping deject-
edly, which crept up to Molly as she sat
But although Jack was not enjoying him-
self, he was a dog of spirit, and when he
heard sounds which told him that his
mistress was crying quietly, though it was
too dark to see her, he felt that it was time
for him to offer the best consolation in his
power. Jumping on to her knee, he put a


cold, wet nose up to her face and licked her
Molly flung both her arms round him.
"Darling Jacky," she cried, "what a com-
fort you are!-you do feel such company,"
and she clasped him tight. Then she turned
to Bob.
"I am so cold," she said, with a little
shiver; "how I do wish I had had my warm
frock on."
Bob jumped up, and pulling off his own
coat, began to wrap it round her. It was in
vain that she declared she would not have it,
and struggled to take it off; he was quite
"Don't talk nonsense, Molly," he said, as
he buttoned it closely round her throat-" of
course you must have it. Men always give
their coats to ladies in story books when
they are lost or shipwrecked, or things like
So Molly was obliged to submit, and for
some time the two little cousins sat close
together without speaking. Then Bob broke
the silence.


"I am so very miserable about dear
auntie," he said, in a choky voice, "she will
be so dreadfully frightened. Just think,
Molly, she'll have been watching for us for
hours already. What will she do before to-
morrow morning ?"
But Molly, who was much warmer now,
began to take a more cheerful view of
I don't suppose we'll have to stay here
all the night," she answered cheerfully. You
see, Miss Page must have gone off home
hours ago, to say that she had lost us; and
they would be sure to set out at once to
look for us."
"Perhaps," said Bob dismally; "but I'm
sure it's the middle of the night already. I
did so promise to take care of you too, and
auntie will think I haven't even tried."
The idea that it was the middle of the
night alarmed Molly, and reminded her that
the hours for nursery tea, and for their
supper of biscuits and milk too, were both
long past, and she began to cry again.
"Oh dear!" she wailed, "I am so very


hungry. Do you think we shall be starved
to death before the morning, Bob ? I'm sure
I have never felt so hungry before."
This terrible idea was too much even for
Bob's fortitude, and the two children clung
together, sobbing with loneliness and terror,
while Jack licked them wildly to show his
"If only it were not so dreadfully still!
It frightens me to listen. Let's shout as
loud as ever we can, and some one might
hear us," suggested Bob.
So they called and cried till they were
hoarse and weary, but only the echoes
answered them from the silent hills; and at
last, quite worn out, they sank back on their
heather seat, too miserable even to talk.
And after a time, overcome with hunger
and fright, the two little heads began to
nod; and when the stars came out, they
looked down upon two little sleeping figures,
with Jack sitting erect and watchful between
Molly was the first to wake. Jack had
sprung suddenly off her knee and was run-


ning round them, barking loudly and joy-
ously. She shook Bob.
"Wake up, quick!" she cried eagerly,
"Jack hears some one coming. We must call
out to make them come this way."
Bob sat up sleepily, and they both
shouted together as loudly as they could.
Then they waited in breathless silence and
suspense. Yes, it really was some one. A
loud hail came to them through the dark-
ness, and in another moment or so two
flickering lights became visible.
There was no need to shout now, for Jack,
who had jumped back again on to Molly's
knee, had evidently undertaken to make
known their whereabouts. There he sat, his
head thrown back, barking and howling in
"What a long time they are taking!"
sighed Molly impatiently; "they seem to go
round and round, instead of coming straight
to us."
"I expect they have' to pick their way
because of the bog," said Bob; and as he
spoke they could distinguish two figures


coming towards them. In another moment
father, closely followed by Green, sprang for-
ward and clasped Molly in his arms.
"My poor child!" he cried, as he held the
trembling little figure to him, I thought
I should never find you."
We've been here hours and hours, and
we're so cold and hungry," sobbed Molly,
overcome by the thought of all her woes.
Father lifted her up and spoke decidedly.
"Now I am going to get you home as
quickly as possible, so you must wait to tell
me about it till afterwards. Green, will you
carry Master Bob, and go on first with the
lantern?" he added. Then he looked doubt-
fully at Jack, who was still clasped tightly
in Molly's arms. "I don't think I ca4
carry Jack as well as you-need I, dear?"
he asked.
"Jack is tired too, tireder even than me;
besides, he would get drowned in a bog in
the dark. If you can't carry us both, I
would rather get down and walk, and lead
him, please," she said firmly.
Father submitted at once.


"All right, we must not lose Jack; I
should never have found you if he had not
barked, like a clever dog."
And, with his double burden, he strode
after Green. It did not seem so very far
before they came to the place where the
children had left the road in the morning.
There a cart was waiting-a strong farm cart,
the only kind that could be trusted not to
lose a wheel on that rough track. In it
they were soon seated, while Green led the
horse, and father walked beside him with a
Have you got the Toby jug quite safe ?"
whispered Molly anxiously, as they jolted
over the stones.
Bob nodded.
"I've kept my arms tight round him all
the time," he said, "so I'm sure he can't be
the least bit hurt."
Molly gave a sigh of satisfaction and laid
her head down on his shoulder, after which
she must have dozed, for the next thing she
knew was that the cart had stopped and she
was lifted out and placed in mother's arms


-mother, who was crying and laughing and kiss-
ing her, all at the same moment, whilst Nannie
hovered round, waiting for her turn to come.
And it was mother herself who carried the
weary little girl up to the nursery, pausing
at the door to speak to Bob.
"Come in here, dear," she said, "Nannie
has got your slippers warming at the fire."
But the little boy did not follow her
"I want to go and put this away first in
my room," he whispered to Nannie, holding
out his precious parcel; and Nannie, who
understood all about "secrets," refrained from
exhibiting any curiosity, and let him go to
his room alone. There the Toby jug was
soon safely hidden in his cupboard, and with
a sigh of relief Bob stretched his cramped
arms and followed his aunt to the nursery.
When he got there, Molly was seated on
her mother's knee. Her shoes and stockings
were off, and her pink toes were stretched
out to the blazing fire, whilst Nannie had
taken off her muddy frock and wrapped her
in her warm flannel dressing-gown.
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0 auntie," Bob began, as he ran into the
room, "I'm so dreadfully sorry; we never
But here auntie stopped him.
"You shall tell me all about it after-
wards," she said. First let Nannie pull off
your damp boots and put on your warm
dressing-gown, and you must both have
some hot tea. Have you had anything to
eat?" she asked.
Molly shook her head dismally.
"We've not had anything at all since
luncheon," she said, "and I was most dread-
fully hungry; but now I don't think I want
anything, I only feel horrid and empty."
She looked so intensely pathetic over the loss
of her appetite that it made her mother laugh.
"Come, dear," said mother, drink some
of this nice tea, and then perhaps you might
try this dear little brown bantam's egg."
And very soon the two wanderers, their
troubles all forgotten, were enjoying a hearty
meal, and Jack was partaking of the dinner
which Nannie had carefully kept for him.
When they had quite finished, and had


drawn their chairs to the fire for a final
warm before going to bed, Molly told the
story of their adventures-everything, that is
to say, except what it was they wanted to
get at Lee.
"Please don't ask me that," she said, when
her mother questioned her, "it is a secret;
but it was nothing naughty, I promise you,
and we'll tell Nannie all about it if you like."
"Very well," answered mother, "I won't
ask you. But you did know it was naughty
to run away and leave poor Miss Page like that."
I'm so sorry," said Bob, in a very peni-
tent voice; "it was all my fault. I ought to
have taken better care of Molly; and we didn't
think it would take half as long."
"It was not at all his fault," cried Molly.
"I made him go; and then when I was cold
he wrapped me in his coat, and took ever
such care of me."
0 Bob!" was auntie's answer, "did you
really take off your coat? I do hope you
won't have caught a very bad cold."
"My throat feels rather sore,, that's all,"
said Bob.


"Well, children," said mother, "I shall
not scold you, although you deserve it, for I
think the fright you have had has been
punishment enough. I trust you will not
both have colds. Bob, I am afraid, is going
to have one of his bad throats. Oh dear, I
did think you had more sense."
We should have found our way all right
if only we hadn't stopped so long to talk to
the poor little French boy," protested Molly.
"Well," said mother, "as you did stay so
long talking to him, you should have asked
for his name and address; then we might
have been able to help him.
"I do wish we had," sighed Molly; then,
"Oh dear, I feel as if it must be quite
to-morrow morning. I don't believe I've
ever been up so late before."
Then mother sent them both off to bed,
where, no sooner had their weary little heads
touched their pillows, than they were fast
asleep; and by the time Molly woke up next
morning it was a good deal nearer to
luncheon than to breakfast time.


/AY attention to your
Scales, and leave the
dog alone."
Molly was at her
music lesson. It was
Monday afternoon, and
Miss Page was de-
cidedly rather
cross. Poor
-- thing! she had
not yet quite got over her fright at losing
the two children.
"I am sure Jack wants something," said
Molly; "I left him on Bob's bed to amuse
him, and he isn't generally troublesome when
I am at my music."
Jack certainly was behaving in a most ex-
traordinary manner. First he ran to the piano

and barked furiously; then to the door,' and
back again. When the music began again, he
evidently gave up all hopes of making him-
self understood in that way, and running up
to his little mistress, he seized her frock firmly
in his teeth and pulled with all his might.
0 Miss Page !" pleaded Molly, "do let me
see what he wants; he must want something.
And I promise to come straight back."
"Very well; only remember you are not
to dawdle about upstairs. Just see what it is
he wants, and come back to your music."
Off flew Molly, Jack racing before her,
across the hall, up the nursery staircase, and
when she reached the landing she was greeted
by a despairing cry in a feeble, croaky voice.
"Molly, Molly, do come quick! I do so
want you."
It was poor Bob, who had caught one of
his sore throats. Molly ran into his room.
There he was, sitting. up, in bed, looking very
much inclined to weep, his face flushed with
excitement, while round his neck was a red
flannel bandage, and in his arms the Toby jug.
0 Molly!" he gasped, I thought you

would never come. I've been calling for
ages, but my throat's so sore I couldn't make
any one hear."
"How clever of Jack!" cried Molly, as she
gave him an approving pat; "he came and
fetched me from the drawing-room, Bob.
What is it you want ?"
"I want the Toby jug put somewhere,"
he answered, in a hoarse whisper. "Auntie
said she would come and sit with me at three
o'clock; and when the clock struck, I was so
afraid she'd come in and see the jug, and I
couldn't get out of bed, as I'd faithfully prom-
ised Nannie I wouldn't move. Here she comes
-hide it quick-do !"
Molly seized it, and had just time to put
it safely away before her mother came in.
"Well, dear," she said, I have just been to
look for you in the drawing-room; but Miss
Page told me that Jack had been behaving in
such a manner that you had run up to see what
was the matter. Was' it really anything ?"
"Oh, yes, mother. It was so good of Jack
to fetch me. Bob had been calling for me,
and no one heard."

"Well, then, now run back to your music;
and I told Miss Page that if you were very
attentive you could come up here as soon as
your lesson is over. I have found a story to
read aloud to Bob, and I expect you will like
to hear it too."
Molly clapped her hands.
"How sweet of you, mother darling! I'll
be as good as gold; and mind you don't even
say the name of the story till I'm back," she
added, as she ran off.
In half an hour she returned.
"Miss Page says I've been quite extra
special good and attentive," she announced,
as she danced into the room. "Now tell us
about the story. Is it a new one ? and
where did you find it? And oh! I hope it's
a fairy one."
"What a string of questions all at once!
Yes, it is a fairy story, an old one which
I had lost, till I found it when turning out
my large bureau. Now I am going to read
it to you, and when I have ended you must
both tell me what you think of it, and
perhaps I shall tell you who wrote it."


"Of course you will," said Molly decidedly,
as she and Jack curled themselves up at the
foot of Bob's bed. "Now we're quite ready
for you to begin."
"The story is called, 'In the Land of the
Snow Queen,"' began mother.
"What a nice name!" broke in Molly
hastily. "I'd much rather meet the Snow
Queen than any of the other fairies."
Molly," Bob remonstrated huskily, will
you shut up and not interrupt so? Go on,
please, auntie dear."
So mother began again.

"Old Peter, the woodman, lived on the
borders of those lands where the Snow Queen
reigns supreme.
"Behind his hut, as far as the eye could
see, stretched hills and dales, all covered with
a soft mantle of glistening, sparkling, white
snow. In front of it lay the pine forests,
dark and gloomy; and in these Old Peter
worked all day, striving to earn a scanty
living by wood-cutting.


"But hard as he had to work, and poor as
he certainly was, he had one possession for
which any one might have envied him, and
which he himself would not have exchanged
for all the wealth in the world.
"This was his little, golden-haired grand-
child Mimosa.
"How can I describe her to you? She
was beautiful, of course. Her bright curls
looked as if the sun was always shining on
them; her eyes were the colour of a mountain
stream on a clear day; and her laugh was
the merriest, joyfullest sound you ever heard.
"Now Mimosa's mother had been-well,
not quite a fairy, but a very near connection;
for of course you know that in those countries
where the fairies still have haunts, and mix
sometimes with people, you can be a little
bit of a fairy, just the same as in our land
you can be a little bit Scotch or Irish.
Not only had her mother been half a fairy,
but Mimosa had for her godmother no less a
person than the Snow Queen herself. That,
of course, accounted for the fact that, winter
and summer, through all the frost and snow,


the bushes of mimosa round Old Peter's hut
were always in bloom, and however deep the
snow might be all around, it never blocked
his door nor lay in his garden.
"When Peter went to his work in the
morning, Mimosa was left alone for the day,
with never a chance of seeing any one to
speak to, unless, indeed, it were Hans.
"Hans lived in the village far away in the
valley below, and sometimes he came to buy
her grandfather's wood. But Mimosa did not
like Hans, and it is better to see no one
than a person you dislike.
"Now it so happened that one beautiful
sunshiny day Mimosa came out of the hut
and stood gazing up at the snow-covered hills.
"'Oh dear!' she sighed aloud, 'if only I
had some one to play with, how happy I
should be!'
"'What is this I hear ?' said a soft voice
beside her; 'my godchild wishes for some
one to play with ? Well, I believe there is a
young friend of mine who wants a playfellow
too. Suppose you come and see.'
Mimosa started and turned round, and there


was the Snow Queen seated in her white
chariot, and holding out her hand invitingly.
"Mimosa was delighted. In she sprang
and seated herself beside her fairy godmother,
and as the soft white clouds which acted as
horses to this wonderful carriage rose swiftly
into the air with a hundred tiny snowstorms
whirling before them as outriders, she clapped
her hands with pleasure.
"Now perhaps it may strike you that to
go for a drive with the Snow Queen might
be rather cold work; but that is quite a
mistake, for though we feel the snow cold
when we are meeting it, it is quite warm
and sheltered behind a snowstorm. So Mi-
mosa was able thoroughly to enjoy her drive,
and chattered away fearlessly to her god-
mother, and was quite sorry when the fairy
carriage began to descend to the earth again.
"Suddenly she caught sight of a patch of
brilliant blue on the white ground, and as
she drew nearer she saw that it was a mass
of flowers.
"'0 godmother !' she cried, 'how lovely!
Do let me get down and gather some.'


"The Snow Queen smiled instead of an-
"' Gentian !' she called, 'Prince Gentian!
here is a little friend of mine come to play
with you.'
Asshe spoke they reached the ground,
and she gently pushed Mimosa from the
chariot, which rose again at once and soared
away out of sight.
"Mimosa gazed around in astonishment.
At the Snow Queen's call, a beautiful young
prince had risen from the bank of flowers,
and now he sprang towards her. He was
dressed entirely in the bright, rich blue of
the gentian, while his gleaming, merry eyes
seemed to have been made to match.
"'Welcome, Mimosa!' he cried, as he took
her hands; 'I have been waiting for you for
such a long time. The fairies promised me
a playfellow, to whom I might show myself
without fear. I often watch mortals' children
playing, and long to join them; but our fairy
laws forbid it. But now you have come, we
shall be so happy together.'
"'But I am only a mortal!' cried Mimosa,

in bewilderment; 'how can you show yourself
to me?'
"'You are in part a fairy yourself,' the
prince answered joyously; 'it is by special
leave from our queen that you are here. If
I were to allow an ordinary human being to
see me, I should be banished for ever from
Fairyland. Now come, you must see some of
my subjects.'
"So hand in hand they wandered over the
hills, visiting the scattered patches of blue
gentians, and, when they were tired, sitting
together, talking and laughing. merrily.
"Evening came, and the prince took her
home to the hut, in time to welcome Old
Peter after his day's work.
From that time never a day passed but
they met, and many were the wonderful
things which Mimosa saw. Together one day
they visited the great golden eagle, who, tak-
ing them on his back, flew with them to visit
all the farthest and most inaccessible parts
of the prince's dominions. Then another day
they went to see the fairies of the glacier,
who wove a wonderful robe for Mimosa, of


the soft blue-green colour of glacier ice, and
which grew with her as she grew taller, and
could never spoil or wear.
So time passed, and every day Mimosa
grew more beautiful, until Hans, when he
came to buy her grandfather's wood, could
scarcely take his eyes from her face, and
began to envy Peter his one treasure.
"'Let me have Mimosa,' he said one day;
'she is wasted up here with no one to see
her beauty. Let her come to the town and
wed me, and I will give her many fine clothes,
instead of that one dress she always wears.'
"Old Peter shook his head.
"'She is too young to leave me yet,
Hans,' he answered; 'have patience and wait
a little longer.'
"'I will wait a short time,' said Hans
gloomily; 'but mind, if you keep me too
long, I shall not want any more of your
wood,' and with that threat he left them.
"'0 grandfather!' sobbed poor Mimosa,
'don't let him have me; I do hate him so!'
"' I don't like him, my child,' answered Old
Peter sadly; 'but what can I do? If he

ceases to buy my wood, we must starve, for
I know no one else who would take it. We
must hope. Who knows? he may change his
"A few days after this Old Peter was
taken very ill, and in a short time he died,
leaving Mimosa alone.
"When the news reached Hans he came
at once to the hut in the hills.
"'Now, Mimosa,' he said, taking her hand
with a scarcely concealed smile of triumph,
'you will come home with me to-morrow.'
"But Mimosa snatched away her hand.
"' No !' she cried angrily; 'I intend to live
here by myself.'
"Hans's smile grew still, more disagreeable.
"'You can scarcely do that,' he said; 'for
when your grandfather died he owed me
money, and as he has left none to repay me
I shall take his furniture instead. To-morrow
morning I shall come with my friends and
take it home, and you too. So good-bye till
then,' and with a laugh of triumph and a
parting wave of his hand he left her.
"Mimosa sat down and gave way to de-


sparing tears, till, like a flash, an idea struck
"'0 dear Snow Queen!' she sobbed, 'come
and help me and protect me.'
"' I was wondering how long it would be
before you thought of me,' came in a gentle
voice as the Snow Queen appeared in the
doorway. 'Leave off crying, like a good
child, and I will bring such a snowstorm as
you have never seen, and it will need sharper
eyes than mortals' to discover your hut.
You need not be frightened, for I will leave
your door open, and by to-morrow Prince
Gentian will come and take you away.'
"'Thank you, dear godmother!' said grate-
ful Mimosa; 'I shall not be the least afraid
of the snow.'
"'There is one thing you must remember,'
said the Snow Queen impressively. 'This
hut is now under fairy protection, and if you
allow mortal eyes to look on the interior my
power to protect you ceases, and the snow
which hides it will vanish,' and with this
parting warning she was gone.
"Then the snow began. You never saw
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such snow. It came down in great soft clouds,
covering the hut, till nothing was to be seen
of it, while the wind whistled and roared over
the world of white.
But inside it was warm and cosy, and
Mimosa went to bed and slept peacefully till
morning. It was still early when Prince
Gentian's voice was heard outside.
"'Well, you are well hidden,' he cried, as
he came in; 'why, it took even me some
time to find the entrance; and the wind is so
biting that no mortal could live in it.'
"You can imagine how pleased Mimosa
was to see Gentian, and how much she had
to tell of all that had happened. When he
had listened to it all, Gentian looked rather
"'I am afraid you will have to stay here
alone a little longer,' he said, 'while I go to
find the Queen of the Fairies. When I have
got her permission, I will come to fetch you
home to my own castle in Fairyland, which
I have always longed to show you.'
"Then they began to make all sorts of
plans as to the happy life they would lead

once Mimosa was really admitted to Fairy-
land; and they were so busy talking that the
time passed quickly.
"Suddenly they heard a faint cry from
"'Help!' a voice said, 'help me, or I
perish !'
Mimosa ran to the door and peeped out.
There in the snow a man was lying moaning
"' Gentian,' she whispered, I must go to
him; he will be frozen in a few minutes if he
stays there.'
"The prince nodded, and together they
went out to the prostrate figure and tried to
rouse it. It was Hans, who, overcome by
the cold, had sunk down in a stupor.
"'We must carry him in to the warmth,'
said Gentian, after trying in vain to revive
him; 'we cannot let him die out here and do
nothing to help.'
"So together they dragged him into the
hut and laid him before the fire. In a short
time he opened his eyes and looked up at
his preservers.

"Then a dreadful thing happened. A
mighty blast shook the walls of the hut, and
the snow which had covered it so securely
from view was swept from it and whirled
"'Disobedient prince,' an angry voice cried,
'you, who have broken the fairies' law, and
allowed a mortal to look upon you, are
banished from Fairyland.'
"Straightway a black cloud fell upon Prince
Gentian, wrapping him round, and in another
moment he had vanished from Mimosa's sight.
But as he disappeared she caught his parting
words, 'Fly, Mimosa! follow where the gentians
lead you.'
"Mimosa looked round in terror. Hans
had now recovered consciousness, and was
struggling to his feet; and when she saw
this, Mimosa turned and fled. Outside the
hut there was a sound of talking, and she
saw a party of men approaching-Hans's
friends coming to help to remove the furni-
ture, no doubt. She looked round in despair,
and there, over the snow, stretched a bright
blue path of gentians.

"In a moment Mimosa was following it as
fast as she could run; and as she went the
path grew before her, while behind her it
vanished as she passed. On and on she
sped, hearing as she went the voices of the
men who had, she felt sure, started in pursuit.
"At last she began to feel that she could
go no further; her feet ached with running
so far on the hard, cold snow, and her
breath came in short gasps. She told herself
that she would struggle on to the top of this
last hill, and then, if no help came, she must
lie down and rest.
"With a great effort she reached the
summit, and there she stopped with a cry
of alarm. Before her the hillside was broken
by a mighty chasm, so deep that to look down
it even made her giddy. Yet when she gazed
across it she could see the path of gentians
shining blue on the farther side.
But how could she ever reach it? She
looked about in hopeless misery, when, lo! at
her feet she found a huge block of ice, smooth
and round, and on it still more gentians.
Evidently it was meant for her. But one

cannot stand on an ice-block, so she sat down
on it, holding tight with both hands.
"No sooner was she seated than the block
began to move. At first it glided slowly down
the incline towards the precipice. Then the
speed increased, and soon Mimosa was rushing
through the air at a breathless rate. She shut
her eyes and clung tightly to the cold mass,
almost helpless with terror. The wind whistled
loudly in her ears as her strange conveyance
rushed onwards."


" V HEN Mimosa opened her eyes she
S found herself lying on the snow,
with no sign of the magic ice-block to be seen.
She sprang up and gazed around her. Yes;
there still was the path of gentians, dis-
appearing abruptly round a mountain corner.
A few steps brought her to the turning--
and then what a sight met her eyes!
".Before her lay a lovely valley, a tiny
streamlet running through it, all round a
perfect sheet of bright gentians, covering the
snow from sight, and in the midst a tiny
"It was certainly meant for her to go to,
Mimosa reflected; and as she ran towards it
whom should she see standing in the doorway
but the Snow Queen herself!

"'O godmother!' she cried, 'I do hope
you have. forgiven me.'
"' I do not like to be disobeyed,' answered
the Snow Queen, 'but still, as it was to save
a mortal you did it, I suppose I must for-
give you. For I am very fond of mortals,
though they, poor blind things, always look
upon me as their enemy.'
"' Then if you forgive me,' pleaded Mi-
mosa, 'tell me where Prince Gentian-is.'
"'He is banished by the queen to the
farthest part of his dominions,' answered her
"' But may I follow him and find where
he is ?' Mimosa eagerly asked.
"'Now, my child, listen attentively to me,'
the fairy answered gravely. 'You could never
find him, and I cannot help you. I have
done all in my power for you by bringing
you to this place of safety; and it has been
more difficult than you can understand. Fol-
low the bank of this stream for a short dis-
tance and you will see green trees and
meadows on the other side. Across this
stream you must never go till the Queen of


the Fairies bids you, for over there is a
part of Fairyland. Now her majesty is very
fond of bathing, and daily comes down to
this stream for an early bathe. If every
morning she finds an offering of choice
flowers waiting for her, perhaps some time
she may be tempted to accept them, for she
dearly loves flowers. She, being a queen,
must forgive any one from whom she takes a
"'Thank you, dear godmother, for telling
me,' cried Mimosa; 'and surely there cannot
be more beautiful flowers than those I am
surrounded by,' she added hopefully.
"The Snow Queen smiled.
"'It is these flowers that may lead to
your being pardoned,' she said. 'When
Prince Gentian was banished, he ordered all
his loyal subjects to keep guard over you;
and now, on all the hills around, even in
Fairyland itself, there is not a gentian to be
seen. Naturally we are all annoyed, and
want our gentians back again; therefore I
say, hope!'
"Days and weeks passed, and every morn-

ing Mimosa laid her offering ready, only to
see the Fairy Queen glance at it, then pass
by. Poor Mimosa! she had no one to speak
to, and as time went on she grew more and
more miserable and despairing.
"At last one morning, as she stood at the
door of her cottage thinking she must soon
start to gather her usual offering of flowers
which was never looked on with favour, her
'attention was attracted by an advancing
figure at the far end of the valley. She
started forwards, and then stood staring in
"A man was coming slowly down the snow-
covered hillside. He seemed bent and worn,
and limped as he walked. As she watched
him, his strength seemed to fail, and he sank
down just as he reached the outskirts of the
bright mass of gentians which filled the
"Mimosa started off towards him at a run,
delighted at the thought of having any one
to speak to in her solitude. But when she
reached him she shrank back with a cry of
terror, for it was Hans.


But such a changed Hans that it was
difficult to recognize him. His face was pale
and thin, his clothes hung upon him in rags,
and his boots were nearly worn off his feet.
"'Mimosa,' he called to her, 'don't fly
from me, I implore you. I have sought you
all these long weeks, hoping to know that
you were not really dead.'
"Mimosa drew nearer.
"'What made you think I was dead?'
she inquired.
"'When the men who followed you re-
turned,' answered Hans, 'they told me that
you had certainly fallen over a terrible preci-
pice they came to, and that you must have
been killed long before you could reach the
bottom. Having heard this, I at once set
out in search of you; but when I got to the
precipice I found I had to follow it for
many days' journey before getting to a
spot where I could descend into the chasm.
Once down there, I wandered for many
days; and finding no trace of you, I knew
that you were not really killed. At last I
found a way out, and dragged myself here.

And now I am very feeble, for all these
weeks I have lived only on such berries as I
could gather.'
"'Poor Hans !' said Mimosa, pitying him,
and she ran to fetch him food, which she set
before him, as he lay exhausted on the hill-
Soon he begged her to tell him the
story of her adventures, and, nothing loth,
she complied, for the pleasure of hearing her
own voice was great, after the weeks of
silence and solitude.
"When he heard how much harm he had
done her, Hans was very unhappy; for during
his wanderings in search of Mimosa he had
learned to repent of his unkindness to her.
"'I am truly sorry, Mimosa,' he cried. 'I
have followed you all this weary way only
to ask for your forgiveness; and now I know
all the harm I have done, I fear that you
will never pardon me;' and two big tears ran
down his cheeks and fell on to the bunch
of gentians which Mimosa held in her hand.
"'Let us forget all, Hans,' she answered,
when she saw how sorry he was. 'But now


you must leave me, for it is time I go to
lay my flowers ready for the queen. I do
not think you will find it so difficult to re-
turn as it was to come here, for I shall ask
my fairy godmother to help you;' and wav-
ing her hand in farewell, Mimosa ran down
the valley, to place her flowers on the bank
of the stream and watch for the arrival of
the Fairy Queen.
"Very sad and hopeless she felt too as she
sat and waited, hidden by the branches of a
tree; and when she saw the queen approach-
ing, followed by her brilliant train of attend-
ant fairies, she scarcely raised her eyes to
watch them.
"She was suddenly roused, however, by
hearing a little cry of pleasure, and peeping
out, she saw the Fairy Queen with the
bunch of gentians in her hand.
"'This is indeed a gift I love,' cried her
majesty, 'for on these flowers have been shed
the precious tears of a repentant mortal.
Come, Mimosa, I have accepted your offering,
and I must forgive your disobedience.'
"And when Mimosa crept out from her

hiding-place the queen took her by the
hand and led her over the stream into the
fairy dominions; and there she saw Prince
Gentian springing joyously forward to meet
"So Gentian and Mimosa, their troubles
over, were admitted to Fairyland, and there
they lived happily ever afterwards."

Mother stopped and looked round.
"Well, children," she said, "and how do
you like it ?"
"It is a lovely story, auntie dear," said
Bob; "thank you so much."
"I like it very much too," chimed in
Molly; "but why have you never told us
it before, mother ? You said you could not
find a single fairy story that you had not
already read about two or three times only
the other day," she added reproachfully.
"I had quite forgotten all about this one
till I found it yesterday," answered mother.
Molly was peeping over her shoulder.
"Mother," she cried, "I believe you wrote
that story yourself, for I am quite sure it


is not in 'printing' writing. I've been
watching you turning over the pages, and
"they went much too quick."
Mother laughed.
"Really, Molly, you are much too quick
also. You are quite right, though-I did
write that story myself. I was quite a little
girl, not much older than you two, when
one of my aunts offered a prize, for the best
fairy story, to my cousins, sisters, and my-
"And did you win it ?" inquired Bob
"Yes, I did; and I felt very proud, I re-
member," answered mother, smiling to herself
at the recollection. "The little writing-case
I use now was then given to me, and it has
been one of my 'treasures' ever since."
"How very clever you must have been
when you were little," sighed Molly, "and
how I wish I could write a story like that!"
"Well, darling, you might try," said
mother. "Then you could give it to me for
a present, and it would be another treasure."
Molly looked doleful.

"I could never do it; and you would make
such fun of the spelling."
Both mother and Bob laughed.
"My dear child, there is such' a thing as a
dictionary," said mother. And now I must
go and give father his tea, or he will think
I am lost," she added, as she got up; "and
you and Jack can stay with Bob till Nannie
brings him his tea."
No sooner was her mother out of the
room than Molly sprang up and fetched the
Toby jug from its hiding-place.
"Bob dear," she cried, as she scrambled
back on to his bed again, with the jug
clasped fondly in her arms, "I have got a
lovely idea. We must write a story all about
this Toby, and then we can give the story
to mother and the jug to father, and it will
be a present for each of them. Isn't it a
good plan ?"
"Yes," said Bob, looking rather doubt-
ful, "I suppose it is. I'll tell you what,
though," he went on eagerly, as a bright
idea struck him, "you shall make up the
story I'm quite sure I could not if I tried


ever so much-and I'll write it out in my
very neatest writing, and paint all the capital
letters, like in old manuscripts. What is the
word for it ? "
"Illuminate," suggested Molly.
"Yes, that's it," continued Bob, nodding.
"I'll illuminate it, and bind it; then, you see,
it will be a present from both of us."
"That will do beautifully," said Molly
complacently; "and I almost think, Bob
dear, you might find out how to spell all the
difficult words."
"You are a lazy little wretch," answered
Bob; but if I don't, you're sure to spell
them all wrong, so I suppose I must."
Molly gave him a most indignant glance.
"You are horrid!" she said; "I am not
lazy. I've got all the thinking part to do,
and of course that's much the hardest work.
What a funny little figure this is too--just
like a comical dwarf!" she added, as she held
out the green-and-white Toby.
"I think he looks just like a mischievous
little gnome who's been turned to stone in a
moment. Look at the way his mouth curls
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up at the corners, just as if he were on the
point of laughing; and how he is holding his
knees with his hands, just as uncle does
when he laughs a great deal at me," said
Bob, as he fondled it.
Molly was sitting gazing proudly at their
treasure, when suddenly she sprang up and
held out her hands for it.
Bob," she cried, "we've never taken off
its cap. Don't you remember ?-Green's one
had a hat which came right out; and Mrs.
Green said they were used for drinking beer
out of. We might drink some tea out of
Bob sat up in bed and tried to get the
queer green cap off, but it refused to move.
"It must have got stuck," he said.
"Let me try," cried Molly, seizing it
eagerly, and trying in vain to move it.
"Do take care," entreated Bob, "I know
you'll break it.-Oh what have you done ?"
he added distractedly, as there was a sudden
Molly stood still in horrified amazement,
gazing at the Toby.

"What is the matter with it ?" she said
wildly; "it sounds broken, but I can't see
Then she moved it, very cautiously this
Again the mysterious rattle.
"I do believe I have not broken it at
all," she cried triumphantly; "there is some-
thing loose shaking about inside-just listen,"
and she moved the Toby jug about again,
shaking it gently.
"It sounds just like a china money box
with pennies inside," said Bob. "Whatever it
is it must have got moved when you shook it.
You must not try to force the cap off again,
Molly; you might really break it next time."
No, I won't," said Molly. It's so delight-
fully mysterious not knowing what it is; it
might be all sorts of wonderful things. And
when I make my story I've thought of a
very good reason for, it. I shall say that his
heart was turned to stone, and could be
heard rattling inside him."
And quite pleased with her own explana-
tion,. Molly carefully wrapped the Toby jug

up again, and put it away in its hiding-
The next few days were wet and stormy,
and Bob, whose throat was still sore, was
not* allowed out at all; while Molly and
Jack only went for a short run round the
gardens in the pouring rain.
How Jack did dislike the rain too! and
what a dejected little dog he looked when
he came in wet and muddy! But, of course,
if his little mistress insisted on going out
he must follow, however disagreeable it might
be; for Jack's devotion knew no limits, and
was not bounded by his own pleasure.
And Molly.deserved his devotion, I think;
for Jack, to her, was not just a pet or a toy
to be made much of while he was young and
handsome, and then abandoned for some-
thing better. He was her friend and com-
panion, who, when he grew old and rheumatic,
and lost all his teeth, would only be the
dearer and the more tenderly cared for.
I often hear children nowadays talking of
their dogs as if they were like clothes, to be
changed when they get old and worn out,

or when they want a new one. Then they
wonder how it is that their pets do not seem
very devoted. But I don't-dogs know the
value of loyal affection as well as any one
Owing to the bad weather giving them
more time indoors, Molly and Bob occupied
themselves over their story, and they. were
very proud of it when it was finished.
And this was their story.


0' NCE upon a time, ever so long ago,
when there were lots of fairies all
about, there lived a gnome.
"He was the funniest little figure you ever
saw; and his dress was funny too, for his
coat and knee-breeches were of green and
white, in broad stripes, and on his head he
wore a long, pointed green cap. "The Green
Dwarf" he was called by the fairies around.
"His home was on a wide moorland, with
only a few little cottages dotted about; but
by the few neighbours he had he was
dreaded and disliked, for the Green Dwarf
was never out of mischief! He chased the
chickens all round, pinched the children as
they passed, and stole the clothes that were
hung out to dry. It was in vain that the


Fairy Queen reproved him and threatened him
with all kinds of punishments. The Green
Dwarf never could resist the chance of teas-
ing any unfortunate mortal who happened
to come .in his way.
"One day, as he was wandering over the
moors in search of some amusement, he came
upon a poor boy-such a ragged little fellow,
evidently a foreigner and a stranger to the
country, for he carried a concertina under
his arm, and gazed about timidly, as if un-
certain which way to go.
"The Green Dwarf slipped on to a tuft of
heather and made a low bow to the wonder-
ing and admiring boy. Then seeing he had
attracted the little fellow's attention, he
started off running and bounding over the
heather for a short distance, then stopped
and looked round.
"The boy was -following as fast as he
could, stumbling over the rough ground, and
quite forgetting that he was leaving the
path in his desire to overtake the queer
little figure before him.
And what did this wicked Green Dwarf


do, but lead him gradually further and fur-
ther from the road and on to the most dan-
gerous part of the moorland. Then, when
it was too late, the poor child found that he
was slipping and sinking in the treacherous
black bog; and the more he struggled the
deeper he sank. In his efforts to free himself
he let go his hold on his precious concertina,
and with a cry of despair he saw it sink
and disappear in the dreadful black mud.
Meanwhile the mischievous dwarf had
seated himself on a stone close by, and, with
his hands resting on his knees, was indulg-
ing in peals of laughter as he watched the
struggles of his unfortunate victim, when a
voice spoke to him.
"' 0 wicked and unfeeling Green Dwarf!' it
said angrily, 'now the time for you to be pun-
ished has really come. In that position you
shall remain, turned into a figure of china, as
cold and hard as yourself; and until you can
find some way of getting rid of the hard lump
into which your heart has turned, and which
rattles about inside you, you will never be


The Green Dwarf was terrified. He tried
to cry out and implore for mercy, but no voice
came. Then he struggled vainly to rise, but
his limbs were rigid and immovable. He
tried to look round, but his eyes were fixed,
and he could only gaze straight before him;
while his lips were set in the smile they had
worn when punishment had overtaken him.
By this time the little boy had struggled
out of the bog, and seeing the little figure
perched motionless on the stone, he came up
to it, at first with some fear; but finding it
did not move, he grew bolder, and picked it up.
"'Why, it's a china figure!' he exclaimed,
with delight. 'Perhaps if I take it to the
nearest village I may be able to sell it and
get money to buy another concertina.'
Then he shook it up and down, and tried
to get the cap off to discover what was
rattling inside; and the dwarf was full of
hopes that he would get rid of his tiresome
heart. But no The boy was afraid of break-
ing his new treasure, and finding how fast
the cap was stuck, he gave up trying, and set
off to find the path.

"Towards evening he came to a village.
As he entered the street a kind-looking man
on his way home from work said 'Good-
evening' as he passed.
"The little boy stopped him, and, showing
the Green Dwarf, begged in his broken En-
glish to be directed to some shop where he
could sell it.
The man took it in his hands and looked
at it with interest.
"'They might buy it at the china shop,'
he said. But I've taken a great fancy to
it, and as it's my little girl's birthday to-
day, I might have it if you don't want too
much for it.'
"So, after a short discussion as to the
price, the Green Dwarf changed owners, and
was carried off by the workman. When he
reached his cottage, a pretty little girl came
running out to meet him.
"'See, Sally !' cried the man. 'Look
what a funny present I've brought you.'
"And the child laughed and clapped her
hands with delight; and then she rattled the
dwarf about so much to find out what was


inside him that every moment he hoped that
his heart might fall out. But again they were
afraid of breaking him, so he was set on the
chimney-piece in the place of honour, and
soon became Sally's greatest treasure.
And there the Green Dwarf remained.
"Years passed, and the little girl grew to
be a woman, while her father grew old and
feeble, and at last died.
After that the Green Dwarf was more of a
treasure than ever, and every day his owner
dusted him carefully, and then replaced him
on the chimney-piece. But, oh! how he
wished that she would drop him by mistake,
so that he might be broken, and the hard
lump which rattled about in place of his heart
allowed to escape.
"But no such lucky chance ever befell the
poor dwarf, and after some years more of
waiting, his mistress, who was now quite an
old woman, also died. Then he was taken
away by strange people and sold to a shop-
keeper who kept a china stall in the market-
"After being shut up for ever so many


years in one small room, this was a delight-
ful change to the Green Dwarf, and for some
days he sat on the stall watching the busy
scene around with great interest.
And there a little boy and girl saw him,
and bought him, and carried him away for
a present to the little girl's father.
So the Green Dwarf came to a new home.
And still the hard lump rattles about where
his heart ought to be, and still he lives in
hopes that somehow he may get rid of it,
and be forgiven some day."

This was their story when it was finished;
and it looked very grand in Bob's neatest
writing, with the title and all the capital
letters painted in green paint, while the
sheets were tied together with green ribbons.
Of course it took quite a long time to fin-
ish, and a great many of the big words had
to be hunted for in the dictionary. But
then, as Molly remarked, if they only used
short ones, it would be just like a Reading-
made-easy" story, and that would not be at
all suitable as a present for mother.


Then Bob declared there must be stops and
commas ." all over the place." He did not
in the least see the use of them, he said,
but real books were full of them, so theirs
must be also; and Miss Page was called upon
to fill them in. It was also at her suggestion
that the story was written all in one piece.
Molly was most anxious to divide it into
half a dozen chapters at least; but when her
governess assured her that that would make
it look quite like a baby story, she spent
some time diligently counting the words in
a Little Folks" chapter, after which she
announced that they would have it all in
one, as she had no idea such a heap of
words went in that silly printing writing!
By the time the story was completed
Bob's throat was quite well again, and as the
weather had turned fine and cold, the two
children were able to play out of doors, and
to amuse themselves with mysterious pre-
parations, in which both Miss Page and
Nannie joined.
And it was just as well that they had
something to distract their thoughts from


their secret present, or they would never
have managed to keep it as a surprise till
the great day arrived.
One morning at breakfast, a few days
before mother's winter birthday, father turned
to the two children.
"Well, and have you two decided yet
what sort of a treat you are going to give
mother and me on our winter birthday ?"
Yes, we've quite decided," cried Molly,
without an instant's hesitation. We've
got a lovely surprise to amuse you; and
after that's over we will dance. And please,
father, we do want the fiddler without any
legs to come and play for us."
Father laughed, and asked teasingly,-
"Do you mean to tell me that you intend
mother and me to spend the day dancing
with you and Bob, while Crofts plays the
fiddle ? "
Molly wriggled impatiently, saying,-
You know I don't, father; of course we
want other people invited. Mother will ask
some of her friends, and we'll have all the
servants and Green and his wife. And we'll


amuse them first; afterwards we will all
dance. And I think you might get us the
man without any legs-Crofts, do you call
him ?-to play."
"Well, as you seem to have quite made
up your mind to have that particular musi-
cian," he said, I think you had better come
with me this afternoon, and we can go and
engage his services."
Molly sprang from her chair, and running
round to her father, gave him a grateful
You dear father !" she cried, "the
man without the legs to play, and a walk
with you !"
So that afternoon Molly set out with her
father, in the highest spirits, dancing along
by his side. For of all the pleasures which
she enjoyed, none was quite so dear to her
as a walk alone with father. Bob was very
nice to run races with, and mother could tell
lovely stories, and Nannie was a delightfully
funny person to talk to, but father was best
of all.
He listened with such a very interested ex-


pression to all her chatter; and then he was
so big and tall, and took such long strides,
that it was a perpetual struggle to keep in
step. Molly got so hot with her efforts to
do so that her cheeks almost matched the
red of her best coat and cap, which she had
insisted on wearing in honour of the occasion.
When they reached the cottage where
Crofts the fiddler lived, their knock was
answered by an old woman.
"Good-day, Mrs. Crofts," said Molly's
father. "We have come to see your son.
My little girl is very anxious to have him to
play dance music for her party next week."
Mrs. Crofts smiled and curtsied.
"Won't you take a seat, sir?" she said;
"I'll just go and tell my son."
She went to the little, narrow wooden stair-
case which led up from a door in the corner
of the sitting-room and called out.
Molly could hear some one moving about
above, and she listened with great interest,
wondering how the fiddler would get down-
Now, the man without any legs, as Molly


insisted on calling him, had in reality an ex-
tremely useful pair of wooden ones, which,
from long practice, he had learned to use as
cleverly as most people do their own. Not
being fit for active work, he earned what he
could by playing the fiddle at all village en-
tertainments; and it was the sight of him
beating time with one of his wooden legs
which had so fascinated Molly that she had
set her heart on having him to play.
When Crofts heard some one was waiting
to see him he came quickly across his room
and tap, tap down the wooden staircase, till,
as he neared the bottom, to Molly's horror,
she knew he was running down!
"Oh, please stop!" she cried, springing
off her chair and rushing to the stairs. "I
am so afraid you'll fall down, and we are not
at all in a hurry."
Crofts came more slowly down the last
few steps, but when he emerged into the
room he looked quite red and angry.
Iassure you, miss, I am no more likely
to fall downstairs than you are," he said
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