Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Half Title
 Title Page
 There was once
 Brian's rescue
 Picture on the staircase
 How the May Queen was chosen
 How Frank found a fortune
 On a foggy day
 The blue dragon
 The brigands
 A good fairy
 Back Cover

Group Title: Father Tuck's golden gift series
Title: There was once
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Title: There was once
Series Title: Father Tuck's golden gift series
Physical Description: 64 p., 6 leaves of plates : ill. (some col.) ; 25 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Vredenburg, Edric, b. 1860 ( Editor )
Burnside, Helen Marion ( Author )
Hoyer, M. A ( Maria A ) ( Author )
Brundage, Frances, 1854-1937 ( Illustrator )
Lawrence, T. Cromwell, d. 1905 ( Illustrator )
Bowley, May ( Illustrator )
Publisher: Raphael Tuck & Sons
Place of Publication: London
New York
Publication Date: 1899
Subject: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Folklore -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Fairy tales -- 1899   ( rbgenr )
Children's stories -- 1899   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1899   ( lcsh )
Fantasy literature -- 1899   ( rbgenr )
Juvenile literature -- 1899   ( rbgenr )
Genre: Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Fairy tales   ( rbgenr )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Fantasy literature   ( rbgenr )
Juvenile literature   ( rbgenr )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
France -- Paris
United States -- New York -- New York
Statement of Responsibility: stories by Helen M. Burnside, M.A. Hoyer, etc., etc. ; illustrated by Frances Brundage, Cromwell Lawrence, M. Bowley, etc., etc. ; edited by Edric Vredenburg.
General Note: Date of publication from inscription.
General Note: Pictorial cover.
General Note: "No. 3160"--Title page.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    Half Title
        Page 1
        Page 1a
        Page 2
    Title Page
        Page 3
        Page 4
    There was once
        Page 5
        Page 6
    Brian's rescue
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
    Picture on the staircase
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
    How the May Queen was chosen
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 22a
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
    How Frank found a fortune
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 32a
        Page 33
    On a foggy day
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 38a
        Page 39
        Page 40
    The blue dragon
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
    The brigands
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 52a
        Page 53
        Page 54
    A good fairy
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 60a
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
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There was Once.

Ta HERE was once a little girl-there
Swas once, indeed, a very great
number of little girls, and little
Sboys too, for the matter of that. Hun-
dreds and thousands and millions of
And I should be very sorry to have
to guess how many more little boys
and girls there are likely to be before
the end of the world. But this I am
quite sure of, that ever since the world
began and as long as the world con-
tinues, little boys and girls have had,
and ill have, stories told them.
-,:-.,All sorts of stories; fairy stories,
animal stories, stories of adventure,
B Happy stories, and unhappy stories !
.: :*:* But you, little children of to-day,
." .:. are far better off than the children of
'- .A Long Time Ago," or Once upon
ai aTimie," because you have someone in
S-' Storyland who is ever thinking about


It is Father Tuck who is always thinking about you, who
works day and night to get the stories together, and* the
lovely pictures that illustrate them.
But I was forgetting-I began by saying There was
once upon a time a little girl," and then I left off, and now
I find I have no more room to say anything about the little
All the same I was only going to say there was once a
little girl who had a beautiful book given her, and that the
book contained the following lovely stories.

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NOW while Brian watched in his father's boat at-night,
he saw how the silver fish came up to look at the
lanthorn which hung at the bows. And among them he
sometimes fancied he saw the face of a girl, but then he
turned away his eyes and murmured a prayer, for he knew
it was a Mermaiden who wanted to lure him to her sea
cave. But as night after night she came and beckoned to
him, he could not help looking, for her face was like Meg's,
he fancied; little Meg Mahon, who had been his playmate
always. And one night he gazed too long, and next
morning there was no Brian: he must have fallen over-
board, they said, and been drowned.
Now Meg grieved very much for Brian, for. she too
thought of him as dead; but as one day she sat weeping on
the cliffs, the Wise Woman came by.


"Why do you weep, Meg?" she said, sitting down by
the child.
Sure, and I weep for Brian who is drowned! sobbed
'Tis no such thing," answered the Wise Woman; but
he lies asleep in a sea cave while the Mermaiden sings to her
magic harp; but he dreams of you, and you alone can wake
him, and bring him back."
"How can that be?" said Meg, staring at the Wise
Woman, "for if I went to the sea cave I'd be drowned also,
and eaten by the sea creatures !"
"Not so, if you are brave and truly love him," replied the
woman, and will do as I tell you "
"Sure, but I do love him cried the girl.
Then to-morrow, which is [full moon, gather a bag of
apples from the tree in the corner of the garden, and at
midnight carry them down to the shore, and draw a circle in
the sand with my staff, which I will lend you. Be sure you
make it firm and clear, and join the ends exactly, or harm
will come, and chant St. Bridget's spell as you do it. Then
stand within and dance and sing. The Sea People will hear
you, and will come to listen, and then they will smell the
apples, which are the only things they long for growing
on earth."
Why is that?" said Meg, open-eyed.
I will tell you some day, but not now. But when they
ask for the fruit, tell them that you will give them of it if


they will take you to the sea cave where Brian sleeps, and
bring you back safely, you and him both! But you must
get back ere the seventh wave breaks, for the Sea People hold
their promise no longer than that! "


Now Meg was half afraid, but the longing to see Brian
again was so strong that she took the Wise Woman's staff,
and said she would go. And next.night, just before twelve,
she slipped out of the cottage and ran barefoot down the


shore, with the apples and the staff, and drew the circle and
began to dance and sing. It was a glorious night, and all
the world was white and blue in the moonshine. The great
rocks stood up wet and glistening, and the sea heaved and
rocked, and a little breeze came whispering out of the hollow
of the heavens. And as Meg danced, her white feet
gleamed in the light, and her clear shrill voice rose above
the beat and roar of the waves.
Now soon she saw forms gliding over the sea, and from
the curves of the waves faces, with cold gleaming eyes,
peeped at her, and at last the Sea People came up out of the
water and crept and lay on the sand, and stretched out their
arms and eager fingers, but they could not pass over the
circle she had drawn.
Ah ah! shrill strange voices cried, as she ceased sing-
ing. Give us of your earth fruit, oh earth Maiden, and we
will give you treasures from the sea pearls or what you will! "
"I do not want pearls," answered Meg, "but I want
Brian. Promise me you will bring me safely to the sea cave
and back, and I will give you the earth fruits,"
Yes, yes, we promise," cried the whispering voices.
"We promise you, by St. Bridget's Oyster Shell, to guard
you safe till the seventh wave break."
So Meg stepped from out her circle ere she recollected
that she had not made them promise for Brian as well as
herself. But it was too late then, for strange cold hands
had clasped hers, and were hurrying her down under a great


arch of silver and sapphire, which was the first breaking
wave, and so down a pathway of snow-white sand. On either
side of her floated the Sea People, and strange sea creatures
swam round and round, with amber eyes and gleaming
bodies; and great sea trees and plants, pink and blue, and


green and white, waved their branches all around. But at
last she came to the Coral Cave, and there, on a bed of
softest sea-weed, lay Brian asleep, and at his feet sat a
sea maiden, singing softly her magic song as she watched
his dreaming face.


S"Wake, Brian,
wake !" cried Meg, and
she thrust a golden apple
into the sea maiden's
Sand to make her cease
her song. Wake-
quick-let us begone,
S.\ ere the seventh wave
SHe stirred a little, and
-/ i his eyelids lifted, but his
"y eyes were full of dreams.
"Who calls," he said
t.o -- drowsily. "It is Meg's
voice, but she is on the
green earth and-- "
"Yes, yes; and you must come with me," cried she,
desperately. Wake, Brian, wake."
She dragged him from his couch and drew him to the
mouth of the cave; but there the Sea People clamoured :
Not him-not him. We did not promise for him Give
us of your earth fruit and begone, but not him! "
Yes, yes," she cried; and she swept them back with the
Wise Woman's staff which had magic powers, for it was
made of Rowan wood, and dipped in St. Patrick's well. The
Sea People cowered back, for they dared not touch it, and
she dragged Brian from the cave and up the path. But as


she drew him, staggering and half asleep beside her, the Sea
People followed, stretching out long clutching arms and
hands to seize him, and now she saw the arch of the seventh
wave. Six times she had heard the lift and thunder of the
great shore billow, and well she knew if they were not
through this one, the Promise and the Spell were past.
Could she escape those long weird arms waving, clutching,
above and on either side. She had but one apple left, and
turning, she flung
it at them, and as
they screamed and
struggled with each
other for the prize
she drew Brian "
beneath the poising,
toppling arch.
It fell behind
them, blinding them
almost in the smoke
and froth of the
beaten foam, but -
they were on the
firm sand beyond
the reach and power
of the fierce Sea ~
People, whose cries, -
as they saiv their


prey escape, ran wild along the shore, so that the fisher-folk
in their cottages muttered a prayer. Brian stood dazed and
bewildered, and then awoke, and the dear earth light was in
his eyes again.
"Where am I?" :he said. I thought I was in the
Mermaid's Cave, and I was dreaming of you, Meg '"

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: 4 OME round me, dears,
in the gloaming,
Jack Frost is busy outside !
'Twill be cold to-night,
^l, ,I But how warm and bright
,jj1 Glow the logs in the
ingle wide.

How the firelight plays on the armour,
And the weapons musty and old,
That deck the wall
Of the ancient hall,
And glints on the tarnished gold


Of the frames of the dear
Sold pictures;
And then up the stair-
Sicase climbs,
To flicker and glow
On the cheek and
Of some beauty of by-
gone times.

Come round me, dears, in the gloaming,
And I'll tell you the oft told tale,
Of that pictured pair,
Whose faces fair
Peep over the stair-case rail.

'Twas in the days ofPrince Charlie,
And some of you know, my dears,
Of the cruel war
Of those days afar,
'Twixt the Roundheads and Cavaliers.


You know, that boy in the picture
Was one of your ancient race;
He was brave and bold,
With a heart of gold;
And the child with the smiling face,

Who holds his hand, was his cousin-
They were sweethearts
even then,
And aye, as they grew,
Were constant and
And the pride of all in
the glen.

His sire had that picture
When the pair was be-
trothed-they say- K
And she was-, his
Ere he left her side
And rode to the wars


For long, long years they
were parted,
The knight and his
lady true,
For long, long years,
Full of hopes and
He was aye with his
Prince, she knew.

S But at last came to her
k A \. the tidings
S' That the love of her
*r- I ', ,, heart was slain-
That never, alack,
Would her knight
ride back,
To the home that he loved again !

The Prince himself sent a message
To say how the end befell,
How close to his side
His brave comrade died,
And how he had loved him well:


How noble her knight lived ever-
And he bid the lady take heart,
Till the day should come
When, in Heavenly home,
They should meet, never more to part.

They say that the gentle lady
Shed many a bitter
That she dwelt
And aye made
For the knight she
had held so dear.

But she cared for the
poor about her,
She nursed the sick
and the old,
And they one
and all,
Round this an- / -
cient hall, ( r4
Sweet tales of her \L (
goodness told. .


She lived to old age you know, dears,
But she ever thought of the day
When, hand in hand,
At his side she'd stand,
In the Laud that is far away.

Come round me, dears, in the gloaming.
That pair was akin to you-
And your brave old race
Still I love to trace,
In your features so fair and true.

Jaieetc^ < ~~ )zc-L^.-


A KNOT of girls was gathered in the schoolhouse garden
one morning at the end of April. It was "lunch-time,"
and anyone could have seen at a glance that something
unusual was being discussed. Only one shabbily-dressed
girl, of about thirteen, stood apart, casting now and again-a
wistful glance from her brown eyes at the merry group.
Snatches of conversation reached her :
If only it's fine weather. .. We shall have to get up
dreadfully early to make the garlands. Of course, it will
be Maggie. They always choose the prettiest girl for
May Queen. Maggie, confess you think it will be you!"
Girls, how can you be so silly," said the girl who had
been addressed as Maggie, weaving a wreath of buttercups
and daisies. I'm not sure at all" (her eye fell on the shabby


girl). Miss Dixon miglt choose Alice, you know," she added,
with a sneering smile.
The girls shouted with laughter at this, and Alice, who
guessed they were speaking of her, coloured painfully.
Maggie laid her wreath coquettishly against her brown
"What sort of a Queen do you think I'd make?" she
A murmur of admiration ran round; and, indeed, she did
make a pretty picture in her bright dress (for summer had
begun early), with a background of pink and white hawthorn.
"Don't cook your hare before you've caught it," said a
voice, and Maggie threw the flowers away, blushing that
Miss Dixon should have overheard her. Our May Queen
will be chosen in quite an out-of-the-ordinary way."
The shabby little girl came over to Miss Dixon, and
slipped her hand into hers, while her face wore a smile for
the first time that morning, as the two followed the girls into
the schoolhouse.
And now some explanation is necessary. My readers
will have gathered that the choosing of a May Queen was
the thing that had plunged the girls' school of Langley into
such excitement. Miss Dixon had announced that morning
that the Lord of the Manor, Sir Godfrey Challis, expected a
distinguished foreigner-a Prince, in fact-to spend the next
Saturday to Monday with him, and as the Saturday happened
to be May Day he would be extremely obliged if Miss Dixon

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could arrange a few May Day revels amongst the girls, as
the Prince had heard of the old English custom, and wished
to see it. A week to prepare revels suitable for a Prince!
But Miss Dixon was young and energetic, and Sir Godfrey
knew this.
And Maggie, who seemed so confident of being Queen-

self and her pretty face. It angered Miss Dixon to see this
.vi s


who was. she? you ask.- Maggie was the queen of the
school, raised to that position by her fellows, who, like many
schoolgirls, find it difficult to distinguish dross friom gold.
Maggie was very pretty;- -Maggie sl)ent ioney freely, and
was-wwell-dressed ; but Maggie. had not a thought beyond her-

self and her pretty face. It angered Miss Dixon to see this
vain, selfish girl worshipped, while her pet and profel'ie, Alice





Dene, the shabby little girl, was neglected and looked down
upon. Poor little Alice! Her father was dead, and her
mother was miserably poor, so the burden of life weighed
heavily upon her. She knew that her shabby clothes were
the laughing-stock of the school, and this, added to her, shy-
ness, prevented her making any friends, the girls branding
her as disagreeable. Only Miss Dixon knew what a heart
of gold beat under the shabby frock.
It was the day before May Day, and the very air was
full of excitement. The May-pole dance was as perfect as
could be; the choruses to be sung at the crowning of the
Queen had been rehearsed, and many of the fragrant pink
and white garlands were already woven, and yet the most
important point of all had not been settled-the choosing of
the Queen herself. Still, in the school itself, public opinion


said that Maggie would .be chosen without doubt; she had,
indeed, been on her best behaviour towards Miss Dixon for
the last week, for she was not always a docile pupil.
"I wish you all to assemble here at nine o'clock in
your best white frocks," said Miss Dixon, and I will then
announce whom Sir Godfrey and I have chosen to be May
Sir Godfrey, then, had had a finger in the pie, too!
Maggie's heart beat high, for her father was bailiff to Sir
Godfrey, and much valued by him.
Little Alice, going sadly and slowly out of the gate, trod
on Maggie's foot by accident. She apologised humbly.
Clumsy little wretch! cried Maggie, sharply. Can't
you see where you're walking ? Perhaps you were dreaming
of being May Queen! The Prince would be charmed with
that frock of yours-that hole's so artistic," she added cruelly.


Alice winced at the words, and then ran home to hide
her tears. Maggie was right. She had, indeed, been
wondering how it felt to be bright and pretty, and, above
all, to be May Queen!

The girls were all assembled in the schoolroom, and the
sun streamed in on their bright faces and dainty frocks.
Even Alice had a snowy dress-only Miss Dixon knew why
the little girl's brown eyes rested with more than usual
tenderness on her beloved schoolmistress. Several girls
remarked that little Alice was looking quite pretty, if only
her hair were not so short.
Miss Dixon rose:-
"Girls," she said, I will not keep you long in suspense,
but I have a few words to say to you. I know that this
question of May Queen is full of excitement for you, and I
believe you imagine my May Queen will be chosen for beauty.
Not so (Maggie's face fell.) I am going to appeal to your
better natures. I cannot shut my eyes to the fact that one
among you has been deemed worthiest from your point of
view. But I differ I will not make her Queen who, though
possessing beauty of face, has not the beauty of spirit to
refrain from mocking and paining others. My May Queen
shall be a girl whose pale cheeks and weary eyes, whose dull
ways, as you call them, are due to sitting up for many weary
hours working to earn a few pence for her mother; who
goes in rags that her mother may have the nourishment she


needs ; who sacri-
ficed her beautiful
hair-sold it for her
mother's sake I
have told Sir God-
frey, and he fully
approves. He had
no idea his village SJ
held a silent little i7
heroine. If you are,
as I hope, noble-
hearted English
girls, apart from your .
thoughtlessness, you
will loyally support
my choice, and make up in the future to your companion for
much unkindness in the past. Her name is Alice Dene."
Miss Dixon had not appealed in vain. The girls were
touched in spite of themselves. Their hearts smote them
when the causes of Alice's quietness and. shabbiness were
brought home to them. Their conduct seemed very small
indeed. And they Were, moreover, just beginning to grow
tired of the airs Maggie had been giving herself the last
week. At the sight of Alice's glowing, radiant face they
cried with one voice: Three cheers for Alice "

"IF I only had heaps and heaps of money, how happy I
should be," said a small, bright-faced boy gazing, with
longing eyes, into the window of the village shop. I should
buy that lovely steam engine, and I'd get that doll for May,
and father should have a new horse, and mother-oh mother
should have a lovely satin dress like the Lady at the Hall. I
would give old Sarah at The Hut meat every day, and Tim
should have a new collar and great big bones. What can I
do to get so much money ?" The small boy's face grew
serious, his round eyes rounder, and he puckered up his
brows. Suddenly a bright idea struck him. Why not run
away from home and go to sea ? Nobody made their fortune
by staying at home, he was quite sure. Dick Whittington


went away-Dick Whittington's cat went too, and he did
not think his pussy would follow him farther than across
the first meadow; but never mind, he had Tim, the terrier,
and Tim would follow him to the end of the world, he was
quite sure of that. Then Christopher Columbus, and Nelson,
and, and- Gulliver's Travels," and everybody-oh! every-
.body left home to become great heroes and rich. Frank, the
would-be-hero, was getting his fact and fiction decidedly
mixed up. However, he was delighted with his determina-
tion, and, clapping his hands and dancing a jig in his joy,
he tumbled against a lady and "
gentleman who were just turning --
the corner of the village street. Toy
"Who is that bright-looking
boy?" said the lady, as she
smiled kindly in reply to Frank's
bashful apology.
I rather fancy it's the son of A
my new tenant at Hazel Farm,"
answered the gentleman.

"Mother," said Frank, as he
was being tucked up in his
little bed that night; "mother,
wouldn't you like a satin dress -
like the Lady at the Hall ?"
No, darling, I don't want


one," said his mother, kissing him; ''I have something
better than all the dresses and jewels that her Ladyship
has, and I expect she'd exchange them all for treasures like
'"It's very good of mother to try to be contented," thought
Frank, "but I know she'd like a new dress-why-her Sunday
one is only woollen, and has been turned "
Next morning Frank was up betimes, and cramming his
pockets with apples and bread-and-butter. His line of action
was quite clear. If he followed the river, that would bring
him to the sea, and on the sea were ships, and the ships went
round the world, so he could stop wherever he thought
there was most chance of finding diamonds and pearls and
things. In a few years' time he would come back, and he
would be called Lord Frank something, and little sister May
would be Lady May-no, Lady May was not grand enough.
Lady Semolina ?-oh! semolina was the name of a pudding.
Oh well, when he was rich he'd have time enough to think
of a name for her.
So, after break-
fast he set off, Tim at
his heels. May came
S running after, and
begged to go with
them. Frank con-
Ssidered. Certainly
going with only Tim


was rather dull; the:thought
of mother flashed into his
mind, and what she would
say. "It's only .for a few
years," said Frank to him-
self-his idea of years was
very vague-" and she has
baby, and I heard her say
baby was enough, to take all
her time and attention."
Over the home meadow,
through the stream, and on and on the three ',,!
companions went. Sometimes Frank carried May I
on his back., Sometimes they rested in a field '/,
and ate apples and had a game, but Frank kept
his purpose steadfastly in view, and pushed on in
the direction of the river. It was a lovely warm day in late
summer, so the dusk came on early; it found them in a wood.
An old shed attracted Frank's attention. What a lovely
place to spend the night in! And there was some straw in
it, too, just the thing for a bed. He began to undress May,
but she cried and said the straw scratched her, and she
wanted to go home to mother. Her little brother was much
distressed, and did his best to cheer her; he sang songs and
told tales, till at last she fell, asleep. It grew darker and
darker. I wonder if Christopher Columbus felt frightened
in the dark," said Frank to himself; and he tried hard to.


k .


think of all the nice
things he would do when
lie came home rich and
famous. But he had to
own that this part of his
travels was not nice.
Well, he must take great
care of May, and he
covered her with all the
remaining straw, al-
though he found the
ground uncommonly
hard, and he was getting
very chilly. Suddenly
Tim, who had been lying
at his little master's feet,
jumped up growling, and then began to bark violently. A
minute later the door of the shed was pushed open, a match
was struck, and, by its light, Frank saw a lady and gentle-
man, the same he had run against the day before.
~hv, it's children !" exclaimed the gentleman.
The Babes in the Wood cried the lady.

Their astonishment was great, but by degrees they
managed to learn Frank's story. The lady took the still
sleeping May in her arms, and, in spite of resistance, Frank
was mounted on the gentleman's back. In this way they
proceeded to the Hall, and were driven from there to Hazel

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Farm. They found the farmer and his wife in a terrible
state of mind.
Frank's mother tried to scold, but she was too thankufi
to have her pets back again, and the terrible fear relieved, to
do more than press them in her arms.
"My husband and I were searching f:,r glow-worms,"
said the lady, and we found--"
My treasures," said the mother gratetilly.
v *4
And Frank found fame and fortune after all, fir his
new friends were so much taken with him that they begged
his parents to allow them to put him to a naval school.
And finally he became a brave and gallaut officer.

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PHYLLIS MAITLAND was rather a lonely little girl, for
she had no brother or sister, and as she did not go to
school, a great deal of her time was passed with only her dolls
for company. With them all the games and conversation had
to be pretended, and, as Phyllis said, Pretending by yourself
Sis quite hard work."
She often wished she had a brother to play doctor when
her doll family was ill, or to be tradesmen when they kept
house, or postman when Christmas-time drew near. Even a
teasing brother who did not care for dolls, but who got into
mischief and broke things, would have been better than only
Nurse, who was always well behaved and never exciting,
while the notion of a sister of her own was too delightful to


be thought about much, as it made her feel angry and jealous
sometimes when she saw other girls who always had some
one to talk to.
Poor Phyllis! She felt the need of a companion, espe-
cially one winter morning, when she looked out and found a
thick fog blotting out the rest of the world, so that she could
hardly see beyond the window-ledge:
"It is going to be a horrid day, Nurse," she said, and
Nurse brushed away at her fair, curly hair as she answered:
Horrid, indeed, Miss Phyllis, and you must, please, keep
very quiet, as your Mamma has a bad headache."
Phyllis sighed, partly from sorrow for her mother, partly
from pity for herself, for while Mrs. Maitland had a headache
she could bear neither sound
nor light, Phyllis might not .
touch the piano, might not
even run across the nursery,
and the pros-
pect of a
whole foggy
day indoors,
and a quiet one
too, seemed /
to her very
dreary. o
The only

thing to be


done was to invent an entirely new game for her dolls, and
after breakfast she took them all out and set them up in a
row in the nursery to decide what could be done.
A concert was out of the question, because the music
would disturb Mother; something quiet was necessary. And
suddenly the happy thought struck her to have an illness.
Only not measles," said Phyllis to herself, and she shook
her golden head sadly at the recollection of a time, now quite
long ago, when she had made specks all over her wax
children's faces to imitate the measles, from which she had
just recovered, and they, poor things, had never regained
their looks.
"-They shall go out in this dreadful fog and get a touch
of bronchitis," she decided; and with the exception of one,
who was to act as Nurse, all the- dolls were forthwith
undressed and put to bed.
"I suppose poultices will be wanted," Phyllis said gravely,
and the smiling, pink-cheeked Nurse apparently agreed, for
she began preparations at once. In one corner she had a
doll's stove on which she had cooked, in imagination, every
possible kind of feast, and she made use of it now to boil the
kettle and simmer beef-tea. She could not help thinking, as
she kneeled before her little range, how much nicer it
would be if a real fire glowed inside and visible steam puffed
from the spout of her tin kettle.
"But after all," she said sensibly, when there is so much
pretending to do, a little more does not matter." So she


took up the blue basin standing ready for the poultices, and
stirred it well before carrying it off to her invalids.
She was so absorbed in their symptoms, and in her con-
versation with an imaginary doctor about their treatment,
that she was quite surprised when one o'clock arrived and
Nurse fetched her to get ready for luncheon.
Mr. Maitland was at home that day, and as it was a treat
for Phyllis to be alone with him, she forgot how dismal the
day was, and only noticed the dim, yellow gas lamps in the
street when her father pointed them out to her.
Fogs like this give people bronchitis, don't they ?" she
Yes, dear, sometimes; but you have no cold, have you ?"
he said anxiously.




"Oh no," she answered quickly, not I"; and she
turned away to go back to her sick family upstairs. Her
father called to her softly when she was half-way up the first
"Nurse has something to show you, I think," he said.
"Where ?-something nice?-oh, what is it?" cried
Phyllis, excited, though she hardly knew why, by his tone.
But he only laughed as he shut the smoking-room door,
and Phyllis ran upstairs.
The dressing-room door on the first landing was standing
ajar, and as she passed it Nurse called to her:
"Miss Phyllis "
"Yes, Nurse !" and pushing the door wide open, she went
in, stopping
short a mo-
imeut later,
w i t h11 a n
"Oh!" of
surprise, for
Nurse had
in her arms
si osn e thl i n g-
that Phyllis,

thought was
-. a new doll,
Slaroer and

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lovelier than any she had seen before, and she was just going
to ask which of her aunts had sent her such a present, when
the doll actually moved, and it flashed into Phyllis's head
that it was alive.
Oh, Nurse !" she said; "what is it ? "
It's a little sister for you," said Nurse; don't you want
to kiss her?"
May I really ? Is she my very own sister ?' "
She could hardly believe in such good fortune, and when,
as she bent to kiss the soft, pink cheek, Baby opened her eyes,
Phyllis nearly screamed with delight.
Presently she went dancing lightly back to the nursery, J
singing under her breath. She told all the dolls the wonder-
ful news, and informed them they were so much better, they
might get up at once and have jam for tea.
Then she chose out the best set of clothes, and dressed ."
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her prettiest doll in them and put her away in a drawer till
Baby should want her to play with.
It did not trouble her at all to consider that it must be a
long time before they could play dolls together, she had got
the little sister she had wanted so long, and that was enough.
When she was being put to bed that night she astonished
Nurse by suddenly laughing out loud.
"Why, Miss Phyllis she said in surprise, what is it ?
I was just thinking," Phyllis answered, of how Ihad
said this was going to be a horrid day, and really it has been
just the best day I ever knew."


IF you look at the map of Fairy-land you will see in the
lower left-hand corner two square provinces, one of
which is coloured blue, and the .other yellow. A great many
years ago this yellow province was ruled by a King named
Cerephon, who was very poor. Ever since he had come to
the throne he had met with misfortune, but, being by nature
very bright and sunny-tempered, he had spent no time in
worrying over what couldn't be helped, but had done his
best to be cheerful, and make everyone about him the same.
So it happened that although he was the very poorest
monarch in Fairy-land, and the Royal Palace had only three
servants, and the little Princess' best dress was made out of


the old coronation robe, there was not a happier-hearted
King in all the country round, nor one whose people loved
him more.
But the next province was owned by a magician, who
hated nothing in the wide world so much as to see anyone
happy or contented. Whenever he looked out of his turret
window, and saw King Cerephon walking abroad, as he did
every morning, and noticed how all the country people
smiled at him and wished him good-speed, he fairly ground
his teeth with rage. He wasted long hours in devising some
means to make the King discontented, or to bring trouble
upon his people; but nothing had ever yet succeeded in
banishing the smile from King Cerephon's eyes, or the laugh
from his lips.
.- -- One day the magician
determined that he wasn't
j going to stand it any
longer. So he ate his
1 dinner in a great hurry,
snarled an order to his
black servant, and jump-
S. ing in his special magic
car, set out for a curio
Shop which he knew of, on
Sthe borders of No-where.
The shop assistant
... knew the magician by


sight, so he came
out to the door
politely-and it \
is always as well I -, l -I ...
to be polite to .1 .'
a magician and asked M .
him what he wanted. !-
"I want a dragon,"
said the magician, climb-
ing out and tying his car
to the lamp-post. "A A -- -
dragon that will eat /
people up."
"Yes ? said the assis-"
tant. He rubbed his hands '
together and smiled. "And ,
what sized dragon would
you require ? "
Oh, quite a cheap one," said the magician, hastily.
"Quite a cheap one "
The assistant coughed behind his hand, and pulled down
a book full of pictures. There were pictures of green
dragons, and red dragons, and spotted dragons, and dragons
with queer frills to their tails. The magician turned them
over hurriedly. At last he chose a blue dragon with tiny
white stripes. I'll take that," he said.
"That one?" said the assistant. That's a new thing,


just this season. We've been selling a number of them.
What, _sir? Oh, yes, thoroughly satisfactory. And really
quite inexpensive, considering. Then will you take it with
you, sir, or shall I send it ? He balanced a lead-pencil
behind his ear, and arranged a little sheet of carbon paper
under the leaf of his account-book.
You can send it to King Cerephon," said the magician.
"You know King Cerephon ? With my compliments. And,
er-you can put it down to his account."
Beg pardon,.sir," said the assistant, but he hasn't got
an account here, sir."
Then send him the bill!" roared the magician fiercely.
He climbed into his car again and drove off, leaving the
assistant standing in the doorway, rubbing his hands together
and smiling.
The next morning when the Princess looked out of the
Palace windows, she saw a great crowd of people outside the
gates. There were women among them, and tiny children,
with white frightened faces, and they shook the gates fiercely
and cried to the guard to let them in. But the guard was
in the Palace scullery blacking the King's boots, so only the
Princess saw them, and she at once slipped out through the
garden door, and ran bareheaded down the long terrace to
find out what was the matter.
The terrace was neglected, and overgrown with rank
grass and wild-rose tangles that caught the little Princess's
feet as she ran. She picked up her shabby velvet skirt,


embroidered over with the royal coat-of-arms, and shook
back the curls from her forehead. She stood still when she
reached the Palace gates, and the crowd drew back and
looked at her kindly, the confusion of voices quieting down
into a murmur. The little Princess smiled at them through
the rusted iron bars. What is the matter ? she asked. -
A woman whom the Princess had often stopped and
spoken to stepped forward and answered. Oh, Princess,"
she cried, there's a great dragon come to destroy us. He
is over in the big pasture yonder; we have seen him
moving! Oh, Prinpess dear, let us in through the gates
before we are all devoured "
The gates were never locked, but they latched only from
the inside. The Princess reached up
on tiptoe, and jerked at the fasten-
ing. The gates swung back at last.
with a stiff creak,
and the people .
pressed through,
murmuring words
of thanks, and ii i/'J
looking back over Y
their shoulders at
each turn.
The Princess &
stood till they had a -
all passed, watch- .


ing them gravely. Then she said, Where is the dragon ?
I should like to see it."
He's over in the pasture," they cried. "But don't go-
don't go, Princess.dear "
They laid anxious hands on her skirt, but she pushed
them aside gently. "I'm going to see it," she said.
She passed out through the gates, and the people looked
one at another. They crept after her silently, in groups of
three and four. Astonishment and terror tied their speech.
But the Princess walked on, humming. When she came
to the pasture she looked about her curiously. Then she
swung round on one heel, and glanced at the crowd behind
her, and the people shifted uneasily under her gaze. Where
is your old dragon, now?" she asked.
The woman who had spoken before pushed forward.
" He's behind that clump of bushes," she said.
"Well, I don't think much of a dragon who could hide
behind that," returned the Princess. She moved towards the
bushes, and the people pressed closer to one another and
shivered. And there on the other side of the bushes lay
the dragon, white with blue stripes, curled up very sleepily.
Now dragons are expensive, and when the magician had
ordered a cheap one, he never thought to ask the size. So
the dragon that the shopman had sent was only eight feet
long, and small in proportion.
He looked at the Princess, and she looked at him.
She cried, Why, it's only a dear little baby dragon !"


What! exclaimed all the people at once.
The Princess patted her velvet skirt, and called, Good
boy, then! Good boy!" The dragon blinked. She bent
down and patted his head, and he yawned very wide indeed,
and wagged his.blue-and-white striped tail.
Later, they went back to the Palace, the Princess with
her arm round the dragon's neck, and all the people following
behind. And on the terrace stood the King, staring at a.
long blue paper bill. "What's this," he cried, when they
came near. Whatever's this ? "
"Why, it's your birthday present to me!" said the
Princess, and threw both her arms around her father's neck.
" He's very young," she added; "but he'll grow, won't lhe?
And it's ever so kind of you! "
Oh!" said the
King. He looked ,
at the paper in his /-
hand. "For one .
dragon, 49 10s.,
C.O.D." Oh!" "
he said again. "Oh,
So the dragon
stayed, and followed
the Princess about
wherever she went. ,
He never grew very


big; but then he was only a cheap dragon to begin with.
And everyone called him The Princess's Body-guard."
When the magician heard of this he went off in a great
rage to the shop assistant. But that didn't do any good, so,
later, he came to King Cerephon's Palace to say what he
thought about it all. But in the meantime the dragon had
developed a sudden dislike to strangers, so he met the
magician outside the Royal gates and ate him up. And no
one, except the Princess, was very sorry.


T HE brigands were the terror of the country-side, and
people trembled as they told each other of the horrible
crimes that those blood-thirsty ruffians had committed. The
country-folk, however, were obliged to aid them by carrying
messages and provisions; if they had refused they would
have been plundered and murdered without mercy. So it
was nothing extraordinary that the brigand chief came to the
shepherd's cottage and said:-
You must take a letter to the Duke Orlando, to tell him
that we have captured his daughter, the Countess Venetia,
and he must send the ransom at once, or we shall shoot her
The shepherd did not dare to disobey.


"And," said the brigand, "we expect a party of rich
travellers to come over the hills to-morrow. When you see
them in the distance you must hang out the usual signal, so
that we may go and waylay them in good time."
The brigand disappeared, and the shepherd went off on
his errand, neither suspecting that little Trixy had over-
heard all they said.
Now Trixy loved the Countess Venetia, partly because
she was the most beautiful lady in the country, and partly
because she had once given her a box of sweets, a doll, and
a kiss; for you must know that Trixy's mother had been the
Countess's nurse. The little girl was sadly afraid that the
Duke would not be able to pay the ransom, for she had heard
her mother say that he was poor, notwithstanding that he
was a Duke.
What was to be done ?
Trixy thought about it as she lay in bed that night and
made up her mind that she must do something. So in the
morning she took all her books, just as if she had been going
to school; but instead of doing that she scampered away
over the hills. Had the signal been displayed ? No. Well,
then, it would have to be !
She thought, and thereupon set herself to clamber up the
old steps of the ruined church steeple on the hill. When she
got to the top she found the cloth that was always used as a
signal, and placed it in its position.
They will think the travellers are coming," she reflected,


"and they will
go to meet them,
and while they
are away I will
find the Lady
It was a long
way to the brig-
ands' cave, but
Trixy was used
to the mountains
and she was not
afraid of being
tired. She hurried along, keeping among
the bushes as much as possible so as not
to be observed, and at last she reached -\"
the bank of the stream that had to be
crossed before she could get to the robbers' stronghold. The
brigands had a movable bridge, but they always took it
away when they were not using it, so that the stream formed
a barrier to protect them from attack. They had artfully
placed some steps at the deepest part, where there were
strong currents, to make people think it was a ford, so that
anyone who tried to cross there would almost -certainly be
drowned. But Trixy had heard of this and was not to be
caught. The question was how she was to get across.
There were stepping-stones somewhere, but they were covered


by the water and
she could not see
them. "I must
Sdifind them," she
S decided. Having
made this resolu-
tion, she searched
about until she dis-
covered some foot-
prints on the bank,
and following them
carefully to the
water's edge she
could just spy the
stepping-stones an
inch or two be-
neath the surface;
so she took off her
shoes and socks and got over as quickly as possible. Then she
stopped and listened; but not a sound could she hear.
"It's all safe. They have gone away to find the tra-
vellers." This is what she told herself, but all the same she
trembled as she thought of the danger of being discovered,
and she crept very cautiously through the tall bracken as she
approached the mouth of the cave.
When she came near she almost screamed with horror.
There was the sentinel, a terribly fierce-looking man, with


black eyebrows, black moustache, and black beard, and eyes
that seemed to glow with fire. He wore pistols and daggers,
and looked ready to put anyone who approached to a horrible
death. But he did not see her. He was sitting down and
smoking his pipe, and thinking how much would be his share
of the ransom.
"I had forgotten the sentinel. What shall I do ?" thought
Trixy in despair.
A little distance beyond the sentinel was tethered a wild-
looking pony, with a basket containing bottles on his back.
Trixy recognized him; he was the animal that the brigands
used to bring supplies. Trixy thought of a plan. If she could
only get to that pony without being seen! She crept by a
roundabout way over the top of the cave until at last she
came down to where the pony was tethered. Then she very

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quietly untied his rope and loosened the strap that held the
basket. This done, she hid herself and waited. The pony
went on quietly nibbling the grass without knowing that he
was free. It seemed a long time, but at last he moved, and then
the basket of bottles fell with a tremendous crash. The man
started up with a loud exclamation, and the frightened pony
bolted down the hill. The man ran after the pony, but the
more he shouted the faster it ran. This was Trixy's only
chance. She darted into the cave, where she found the
Countess with her hands and feet bound. But Trixy had a
penknife, so she quickly set the captive free, exclaiming,
"Come with me as fast as you can. There is no time to
lose." When they got outside they saw the brigand still
pursuing the pony in the distance, so they took the opposite
direction and eventually reached safety.
SThe brigands
burnt down the
shepherd's cottage
Sin revenge, but the
Duke took him into
his service and
provided for him;
and, of course, the
Countess would
never let Trixy
leave her again.
/ Antony Guest.

HERE was a mist everywhere-on the hill-tops, and on
the grass slopes leading down to the valley; and in
the valley itself the mist was thickest. True there was a
silver ball to be seen high above all: this was the sun
shining through the mist, although it looked, for all the
world, like a magnified five-shilling piece, or the polished lid
of a tin saucepan. Nevertheless it was the sun, and it seemed
to say: "There is a silver lining even to this cloud."
There was mist in the breakfast-room; it had crept in
through the chinks of the window, and made the place chilly.
There was a mist in the farmer's eyes, and in the eyes of the
farmer's wife, and in the eyes of the farmer's little child; but
was it really mist that was in these three pairs of eyes, or
was it tears ? Dear me, I am afraid I must say it was tears;
yes, unhappy tears !


i The farmer's
/ /i heart was cold within
him, and so was the
t bacon on his plate.
He could not eat;
he had no appetite
to eat; so he cut
up his food in tiny
pieces, and arranged
them in patterns
on his plate, and
crumbled his bread
S into atoms.
His wife sat
opposite to him, and
watched him, and sighed; and the little child, who sat
between them, watched first one and then the other, till the
tears stood in her eyes, and rolled down her cheeks into her
The farmer turned his head wearily, and looked out of
the window. There was nothing to be seen but the bank of
mist, the magnified five-shilling piece in the sky, and a few
tufts of green grass and a buttercup or two near the
"AlAh said the farmer, "if I could only have some real
golden flowers; gold is what I want-it is the only thing
that can save us; but where am I to get it from-where ? "


This was the farmer's trouble; the want of money was
his trouble; the ruin that stared him in the face was his
He owed a little fortune in rent to the Squire, and, what
made matters worse, he had quarrelled with the Squire, and
now he had to pay, or leave the farm where he had been
born, and his forefathers before him. This was enough to
make him sad, his eyes misty, his heart cold, and all the
world grey.
But when breakfast was over, the little girl, who had
been so tearful, brushed her tears -away, and, creeping from
the room, put on her
hat and went out.
As she stepped out
of the house a light
wind came blowing
down the valley, and
blew the mist away;
and a minute later
the magnified five- '
shilling piece turned
into a beautiful red
sun, and the world
was quite warm and
bright again. M o
The little girl
ran through the gate


and down a lane to a field beyond. In the field she met a
rook walking about catching worms.
Rook," she cried, "Lcan you tell me where the golden
flowers are ?"d
Caw-caw, caw-caw," replied the rook, and flew away
towards the woods.
The little girl followed
him towards the woods,
and p e- esently she
came across a fi e 1 d -
mouse play- f ing in a tuft
of grass. "Little
mouse," said she, "do you
think youi could tell
me where the golden
flow ers are?"
" Squeak- sq u e a k,
squeak- squeak,"
answer- ed the
mouse, and ran
off in the direc-
tion of the woods; and the little girl followed as fast as her
short legs allowed her.
But she had not gone many paces before she met a bee
gathering honey from a clover flower.
"Dear bee," she begged, I really do think you can tell
me where the golden flowers grow."


Buzz-buzz, buzz-buzz," replied the bee, and flew away
to the woods.
And so the little girl went on meeting birds and animals,
and when she asked them for the golden flowers they all
went to the woods on the other side of the field; so she
decided in her mind that there grew the flowers she was
seeking-the golden flowers that would make her father
happy !
After a while-it seemed a great while to her-her short
legs brought her to the wood. She pushed her way through
the tall ferns, and tore her frock, I am sorry to say, with the
brambles; and she caught her little feet in the rabbit-holes
and tumbled over, and scratched her hands; but she did not
seem to mind her tumbles; you see, she was such a little
girl, and had not far to fall, and she was also on such an
important quest-the finding of the golden flowers to make
her father happy.
Presently she came to an open space, and here she stood
in wonder and delight; her eyes opened in wonder and
delight, and she clapped her hands together and cried out
with joy; for there before her, right at her feet, the whole
space shone yellow with golden daffodils. She had found
what she had been seeking; she only had to pluck them to
complete her happiness.
She started and turned round, for someone was speaking
to her. She was surprised to find a tall lady standing behind
her; surprised, but not in the least dismayed.


What a happy little girl you seem to be," said the lady;
"what makes you so happy ?"
The golden flowers," replied the girl, stretching out her
"Are you so fond of flowers ?"
Yes! Shall I tell you why ?"
"I wish you would; sit down here and tell me why you
like the flowers so much, and while you tell me I will make
a wreath to put on your hat; then we will go and gather
the yellow blossoms."
So the two sat down, side by side, and the little girl told
why she liked the golden flowers, because her father wanted
them, because he was unhappy, because he wanted gold-
for gold, he had said, was the only, the only thing that could
save them. And she told who her father was, and where he
lived, and all the time the lady smiled, and made the wreath
of flowers, and altogether they were very happy. And
when the story was over they plucked the golden daffodils,
and the little girl gave the tall lady a lovely bunch, but kept
the bigger one for her father.
When they had gathered as much as they could carry
it was time for home, so they separated with hugs and kisses,
the little girl going to the farm, the tall lady to the Hall,
for she was none other than the Squire's only daughter.
Now the Squire was a kind-hearted man, with a hot
temper, a red face, and fiery eyes; but on this particular
morning he was feeling very amiable; he did not know why


he should feel particularly amiable on this particular morn-
ing, perhaps he had slept well, and got out the right
side of his bed, and had had a good breakfast; but, after
all, it does not really matter, the great thing was, he was
He was whistling to himself, and looking out of his study
window, when he saw his daughter coming across the lawn
with a bundle of daffodils in her arms, so he stepped out of
the window to meet her.
What lovely flowers, my dear," he exclaimed.
"A lovely gold, are they not," she answered, with her
pretty smile; and as they walked up and down the grass,
she told him the story of the little girl, and the story the
little girl had told her.
At first the Squire was cross when he heard the farmer's
name, but he was so amiable that morning, that he soon
calmed down and listened in silence.


And I suppose you want to be the good fairy," he said
to his daughter when she had finished.
Her eyes brightened, and she smiled and was so loving.
"Take the golden flowers for the rent, will you ? "
The Squire opened his eyes somewhat, and said some-
thing beneath his breath; but for all that lie took the
flowers, and after a' moment or two he also smiled, and his
smile was very like his daughter's, although not quite so
Come into my study," he said.
And when they were there he wrote out a receipt for


all the money the farmer owed him, and handed it to his
"Take this down to the farm," said he, "and be the
good fairy that you wish to be."
And she did so, and found the farmer there, wretched
and broken down. He was seated, with his head between
his hands, his little girl was standing near, looking at him
in wonder, while the daffodils she had plucked lay neglected
on the floor.
It was some time before
he could quite understand ..,-
all the Squire's daughter r S. ,
told him, that he was free
from all debt, that he held i
the receipt in his hand, that
all he had owed had been
paid for with a bunch of
daffodils, a bunch of golden .
It would be difficult to
say which were the happiest
people that day, those at
the farm, who had received
so much kindness, or those
at the Hall, who had been
so good to others.
Whenever the mist rises


in that valley, and covers the green slopes of the hills, and
makes the sun look like a magnified five-shilling piece, the
farmer remembers the good fairy, and remembers, too, that
there is a silver lining to every cloud.

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