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But Duldy, who was kind to all animals, put his hand into the foam and picked up the lizard, which was nearly dead amid the angry water. He put it on the ground near the fire, but the white foam rolled forward right to the edge of the flames, so the poor lizard had no choice but to be drowned or burned, and Duldy put out his hand once more to save it from the cruel witch. To his dismay, however, the lizard, finding itself hard pressed by the foaming waves of the pool, ran into the fire and hid itself among the burning embers; upon which the water retreated with an angry cry, and spouted up into a snow-white column, out of which stepped Foamina in a fearful rage.

She dissolved once more into a wave of foam, and, rolling forward, flung a great sheet of water over the fire. Duldy expected to see the fire go black out, but instead of that it shot up into a tall column of red flame, and he hastily arose, afraid of being burned by the fierce heat.

The wave of foam recoiled with an angry hiss, and, changing into a turbulent brook, flowed away through the forest with fretful murmurings, leaving not a trace behind on the smooth green lawn. Duldy turned, and saw the tall column of flame still glowing fiercely red. Afterwards it changed to a beautiful rose colour, and out of it there stepped a handsome youth of his own height and age, dressed in a short red tunic, with golden sandals, and a flashing band of jewels bound round his head.

His face was as bright as the sun, and under his skin Duldy could see a rosy flushing, as though fire was burning inside him, while under his feet were the dull red embers and flickering flames. Foamina is in love with you, and when you said you loved the Princess Elsa, she revenged herself by plunging her into a magic sleep. She did this by sending to King Arago a golden fountain, and when it was set up in the palace, the water which spouted out of it sent the Princess Elsa to sleep by spreading the odour of poppies through the rooms.

This odour affects no one but the Princess, so, in order to release her from the spell, you must make a fire of pine cones and sprinkle on the flames some of this powder, then you will see what happens. Foamina will be very angry when you marry the Kings daughter, and will try to do you mischief. He stepped into the rosy-coloured column again, which immediately changed to a fiery red, and sank lower and lower until it vanished in the ground, when Duldy saw to his surprise that his fire had also vanished, the grass being as smooth and green as if no fire had been lighted at all.

Many streams lay across his path, but he either jumped over them or clambered over by the trunks of trees, and when he got down to the plain he crossed all the rivers by the bridges. Looking back, he saw the great white peak of the mountain flashing like a jewel in the blue sky, and the green forests encircling its base like emerald waves, but he espied nothing of Foamina, so trudged merrily along on his way to release the Princess Elsa from her enchantment.

After travelling for some days, Duldy at last arrived, footsore and weary, at the gate of Aurea. It was the entrance to a long stone bridge which crossed the river, encircling the city, and at the farther end was another gate which opened into the principal street. Duldy entered under the wonderfully carved archway, and looked open-mouthed at the smart soldiers on guard, whose red uniforms were all bedizened with gold lace, and who wore helmets of the same metal.

To be sure, the good people of Aurea did not think much of gold, as they had such quantities of it, but Duldy, having been brought up very simply in his forest home, was quite amazed at the glare and glitter around him. All the houses were built of white marble, with latticed windows of yellow gold, and in the centre of the principal square, which was at the end of the great street, a tall slender column of marble wreathed round with bands of gold soared aloft in the clear air.

The floor of the square was also of white marble, with four fountains, one at each corner, which threw up jets of sparkling water in shining profusion. White pigeons were flashing through the still air, and the whole city was perfumed with the scent of myriad blossoms. Oh, really it was a wonderful city, and Duldy, looking shabby and dusty in his simple dress, seemed rather out of place among all this magnificence. His face and form, however, were so noble that an old white-haired man who was passing turned back to speak to him.

I have come to cure the Princess. But tell me, why does the King promise his throne to the person who cures Princess Elsa; has he no son? The last King had the misfortune to be loved by the Water-witch Foamina, who dwells on the summit of the great mountain of Kel. He refused her love, and in revenge she drowned his queen and only son when sailing in a boat. The King was so overcome with grief at the loss of his wife and child that he died, and as there was no one of the blood royal to succeed him, the citizens elected the prime minister, Arago, to be king, and their choice was very wise; but as he is not of royal blood, none of the neighbouring princes will marry his daughter, so King Arago has promised her hand and his throne to the lucky youth who awakens her from this long sleep.

He spoke these last words to the empty air, for Duldy, as soon as he heard where the palace was to be found, darted up the street like a swallow, so Onaro turned away sighing, thinking that Duldy would soon lose his head, like the rest who had come to cure the Princess. But Duldy had no idea of losing his head, for it was a very wise head, and useful to him, seeing he could never get another; besides, feeling sure that Salamander would not deceive him, he determined to follow out his instructions about the fire of pine cones and the magic powder.

He soon reached the palace, which was built of dazzling white marble on an elevation at the end of a square, and was approached by a splendid staircase with statues of beautiful women on either side. Duldy looked at the glittering building, with its great towers and pinnacles of gold, its innumerable slender pillars, its golden lattices, and the great dome swelling against the blue sky like an enormous white soap bubble. All this matchless building blazed in the hot sunshine with such splendour that his foot faltered as he placed it on the lowest step, and thought what a poor unknown lad he was to dare such a quest.

But the remembrance of the Princess, and the half belief he had in his own royal birth, gave him courage, and he raced lightly up the steps, never halting until he stood at the top, looking down on the wonderful city of white marble and gold spread out before him. Then he turned and went into a large hall, through the mighty doors, which were of sandalwood, all curiously diapered with gold.

The soldier burst out laughing, and, calling to his comrade, whispered in his ear, whereupon they both looked pityingly at Duldy. The soldiers told the officer what Duldy wanted, the officer told the groom of the chambers, the groom of the chambers told the prime minister, and the prime minister told the King; whereupon Duldy was ordered before the monarch, who sat upon his throne in the great Hall of Audience.

A splendid hall it was, all of white marble, with a roof of fretted gold, and rich curtains of pale blue velvet hanging between the slender pillars. But Duldy did not look upon the King, as his attention was fixed upon a great golden fountain in the centre of the hall, out of which spouted the most beautiful coloured water, which first ascended and fell into the topmost basin like liquid silver, then fell from the first to the second basin a sheet of gold, from the second to the third a beautiful crimson tint, from the third to the fourth a bright blue, and from the fourth to the lowest and last a pale green colour.

All these different coloured waters glittered like gems in the sunlight which came through the wide windows of the hall, so that the fountain was called the Fountain of Jewels, and Duldy guessed it to be the one which Foamina had sent to the King. Meanwhile Arago was rather angry at Duldy staring at the fountain instead of himself, for no king likes to be neglected, so he called out to him in a loud voice,—.

It came from Foamina. Duldy laughed, and while some of the courtiers went out to bring in the Princess, he removed a portion of the carpet, then piling up the pine cones in a little heap, he set them on fire. While he was doing this, the waters of the fountain kept changing to all sorts of colours, and at last every tint faded into a bright yellow, which looked like liquid gold, and breathed a strong perfume, nearly sending Duldy to sleep.

However, he pinched himself to keep awake, and attended to his fire, which was now glowing red-hot, while the King and the courtiers all looked on with great curiosity, being much astonished at the change of the Fountain of Jewels. The Princess was brought in, sleeping on her couch of purple, with a cloth of gold coverlet thrown over her, and she looked truly beautiful, with her black hair falling in disorder over the couch, and her rose-tinted cheek supported by one hand, while the other was pressed on her faintly beating heart.

Duldy fell more in love with her than ever, but, suppressing all outward signs of his passion, he ordered her couch to be placed midway between the fire and the throne. The pine cones were now a small heap of red-hot embers, so Duldy took out the golden box given to him by Salamander, and began to sing, while he sprinkled some of the powder from the box upon the fire,—.

Duldy now emptied all the powder on the fire, and a thick violet mist arose, which, trailing along the floor like a sinuous serpent, writhed across to the fountain and commenced to coil around it. Coil after coil it curled around, till it reached the topmost basin, so that the whole fountain could not be seen, but only the slender jet of water which shot out of the violet mist like the yellow horn of a trumpet lily. Duldy, waving his arms towards the fountain, began to sing again,—.

At this the yellow jet shot up as high as the fretted ceiling of the hall, and then sank down till it vanished in the violet mist, which began to whirl round and round, growing smaller and smaller, sinking at every whirl till it vanished altogether, and with it the fountain, leaving nothing but the bare white gleaming marble floor. But the Princess still slept on, although Duldy could see a faint flutter of her eyelids, which showed she was awaking, so, bending forward, he kissed her red lips three times, and sang once more,—. Life for thee hath many blisses, Words of love and endless kisses.

Ope thine eyes, O maiden fair. At this the beautiful Princess opened her eyes, and looked long and steadily at Duldy, then, rising to her feet, she smiled, and flung her white arms round his neck. So the spell was broken, for the Princess had awakened, to the delight of King Arago, who descended from his throne and joined her hand to that of Duldy. Oh, how everybody cheered, and the courtiers ran hither and thither, telling the good news to one another. The city was in a great state of excitement, and all the poor people were given plenty of food to eat.

You may be sure Foamina was very angry when she heard the rejoicings in the city of Aurea, for by her magic power she knew that in spite of all her enchantments Duldy was going to marry the Princess. She was sitting on a couch of snow high up on the mountain of Kel, and the moon was shining down on her as she looked far across the plain to the illuminated city, where Duldy was being married to Elsa. As she thought of this, Foamina arose quickly, stamping her foot with rage, so that a great mass of snow came thundering down the side of the mountain and crashed through the green trees.

So she flung herself off the snow bed and poured down the valley in a torrent of angry foam. First she went to the faery of one stream, and then to the faery of another—making them promise that they would roar like torrents down the mountain, through the plain, and make the great river round the rock upon which Aurea was built rise higher and higher till it flooded the whole city. They all promised gladly, for they were very much afraid of offending Foamina, who was a very malignant faery, and could do them all harm.

Then the Water-witch flowed away through the plain to the great river, and, rising up in the principal fountain of the city, she spoke to all the streams and fountains of the city, in order to make them pour out as much water as they could to drown the city, and this they promised to do, so Foamina was now quite satisfied she would be revenged upon Duldy and Salamander for destroying the Fountain of Jewels and awaking the Princess Elsa.

At the palace all was festivity and rejoicing, and the King was giving a great ball in honour of the marriage; for Duldy and the Princess were now married, and sat on two golden thrones, looking wonderfully handsome and happy. Below them on the marble floor all the lords and ladies were dancing the most graceful dances in the world, and the musicians placed up in a high gallery sang and played the most delightful music, while tables covered with nice tarts and cakes and other beautiful things ran down on each side of the hall.

But notwithstanding that Duldy had married the Princess, and was going to be king when Arago died, he felt quite unhappy, as the foam bracelet still clasped his wrist. Look, you can see it quite plainly. And indeed they could, a slender ring of white foam which clasped his wrist so tightly that Duldy felt as though it were the hand of the enchantress grasping him, to drag him away from his lovely bride to the depths of her cold pool. Duldy was overjoyed that he was now free from the power of the enchantress, and led the Princess out on to the balcony which overlooked the river.


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It was a beautiful night, and Duldy saw the great white peak of Kel shining against the dark blue sky, and the heaving waters of the river at his feet. Just as he kissed the lips of his Princess, a confused noise sounded from the city below. The river, lashing itself into angry waves, began to rise, and as Duldy and the Princess, full of dismay, retreated to the hall, a crowd of people rushed in and stopped the dancing. We are lost! Everything was in confusion, people rushing here and there shrieking and crying, while the lights of the city died out, and the cruel, dark waters kept on rising, until every one thought the whole city would sink beneath the flood.

Duldy knew it was the work of Foamina, and his mind was quite satisfied on that point when a great white wave of foam rolled into the hall over the balcony. On this the Water-witch was riding, singing loudly,—. Suddenly Duldy recollected how Salamander had promised to help him, so he called out,—.

She has brought her Cruel water. Drive from land her, Salamander! The witch laughed loudly, and the wave rolled on, amid the lamentations sounding from the city below, when suddenly, in the place where the Fountain of Jewels had been, a tall flame shot up, and out of it flashed Salamander, glowing like a beautiful crimson star. There was a great roar, like the report of a thousand cannons, and every one looked through the open window with a cry of alarm. Far away, from the snowy peak of Kel shot a tall column of red flame, with a black cloud above it spreading over the midnight sky, and vividly bright streams of burning lava began to run down the white snow like veins of fire.

I surrender all claim to you now, only stop the fire—stop the fire! The Water-witch flew to the window and muttered some words, whereupon the river sank down to its usual level, all the fountains stopped pouring out jets of foam, and in a short time the city was as dry and clean as if no waters had been there at all.

Immediately the column of fire sank back again, the smoke vanished and nothing could be seen but the snow-white peak, the dark blue sky, and the serene moon. As soon as Foamina saw this, she gave a cry of joy, and, flinging herself in a foaming torrent from the window, vanished in the river, and was never seen again. Then Salamander turned to Duldy and Arago, who stood near, delighted with the defeat of the Water-witch. Hail, King Duldy! So, Hail, King Sama! Then all present, including Arago, kneeled down before Duldy, who ascended the throne with his silver crown, and his beautiful Queen Elsa by his side.

Whereupon he vanished, and was never more seen again, nor did he allow the mountain of Kel to breathe fire any more. So King Sama and Queen Elsa ruled over the land of Metella, and were very, very happy, and were guided by the advice of Arago, who once more became prime minister. Duldy brought Dull and Day from the forest, and gave them a beautiful palace to live in, but they did not like the city life, and went back again to their cottage, where they died after many years. So Duldy became king after all, but while his people hailed him as King Sama, his beautiful wife called him nothing but Duldy, the shepherd lad who had released her from the enchantment of the Water-witch.

HERE was once a girl called Lurina, who dwelt with her parents in a cottage on the edge of a great forest, which was said to be enchanted. She was an only child, and her parents, whose names were Panus and Cora, were very fond of her, although she certainly gave them a great deal of trouble. Not that she was naughty in any way, for no one could have been better or more obedient; but she was generally very dull and sleepy all the day, and only woke up at night-time, when she liked to wander outside in the moonlight, instead of going to bed. This habit led her parents to think she had faery blood in her veins, and, although Panus was a dull, stupid man, he nevertheless remembered how very peculiar his old grandmother had been in her actions.

Another curious thing was that Lurina had been born just at full moon, which is the time when all the faeries hold their great monthly festival, and Cora remembered hearing them singing a birth-song about little Lurina, who lay by her side. So there was no doubt but that the faery blood which flowed in the veins of the old grandmother had missed a generation, and once more came out in Lurina. Panus and Cora therefore let her do just as she liked, which was the best thing they could do, as they had been told by a Wise Woman who lived near them.

Lurina was a most beautiful girl, with golden hair, a delicate white skin, and dark, dark eyes, which had a somewhat mournful look in their depths. When she arrived at the age of eighteen, a young woodman called Berl fell in love with her, and, after some hesitation, Lurina promised to become his wife, provided he let her do exactly as she pleased, and did not stop her night wanderings. Berl was now convinced that Lurina had faery blood in her veins, and attended the festivals of the faeries, which she called moon fancies; but, being a very cautious man, he said nothing to Lurina; nevertheless, before he got married he consulted the Wise Woman.

She was really a very wonderful old woman, with snow-white hair and a form nearly bent double with age. My advice to you is not to marry her, lest evil befall you. But Berl was too much in love with the beautiful Lurina to take this advice, so he said nothing, but asked Panus and Cora to let him marry their daughter at once, which they were very pleased to do, for he was quite a rich man among the woodmen and, moreover, very good-natured.

The wedding-day arrived at last, and Lurina was married to Berl by the village pastor. Those who thought she had faery blood in her veins said she would never be able to enter the church; but, much to their surprise, nothing unusual occurred at the ceremony, so they began to think Lurina was only a dull, stupid girl after all. This was a mistake, however, as you will soon hear. Berl and Lurina took up their abode in a pretty cottage under the shade of a great oak, and lived very happily for a long time. Lurina was still dreamy and quiet all the day, but as Berl was generally at work in the wood, he did not notice it much.

At night-time, however, she still wandered into the forest, especially when the moon was very bright, and this habit began to annoy Berl very much, but as he had given his word not to interfere with Lurina, he said nothing. One night, however, when the moon was full, and the whole of the forest was bathed in the pale, cold light, he woke up, and, missing his wife from his side, knew that she had gone into the forest to indulge in her moon fancies.

Berl sprang out of bed, and just caught a glimpse of her shadow disappearing among the trunks of the trees; so he rapidly slipped on his clothes and hurried after her, being determined to find out why she was so fond of these midnight wanderings. For you must know that the faeries never like their revels gazed upon by mortal eye, and if they catch any one looking they pinch him black and blue; so Berl had good reason to be afraid of venturing into the enchanted wood at night.

He followed his wife cautiously, always keeping her in sight, but taking care she should not see him, when suddenly she crossed an open glade and vanished. Berl ran after her, but could find no trace of Lurina at all, and was quite disconsolate, when all at once he espied her sitting at the foot of a great beech tree, leaning against the trunk, with her beautiful face looking pale and white in the moonshine. Having watched her for a long time, he ventured to approach and call her by name, but, to his astonishment, she did not answer nor express surprise at seeing him, but simply stared across the glade with vague, unseeing eyes.

Emboldened by her silence, Berl ran up and fell on his knees with a little laugh, thinking she would scold him for having dared to follow her. He was perplexed, however, to see that she still did not seem to notice him, and when at last he took one of her hands, it was as cold as ice.

Starting up in alarm, he looked closely at her, and found that she did not breathe—placed his hand on her heart, and discovered that it did not beat. Still Lurina did not answer. So, convinced she was dead, Berl threw her body over his shoulder and hurried home. When he got inside, he did everything he could to revive her, but it was no use; the beautiful Lurina was dead, and Berl sat all night beside her body, weeping bitterly. At the first red flush of dawn, he went from house to house, telling Lurina s parents and all the neighbours that his wife had died the preceding night in the forest.

Among those who came was the Wise Woman, who surveyed the beautiful Lurina for some time in silence, then laughed loudly. So Berl left the body of his beautiful Lurina with her parents, and walked with the Wise Woman to her cottage, which was just on the verge of the wood, but protected from the entry of the faeries by a rusty horse-shoe fastened on the door.

When Berl entered, the Wise Woman drew a circle on the ground with her magic staff, whereupon a ring of pale flickering fire appeared; then she pulled seven hairs out of the tail of her black cat, and threw them into the midst of the circle, where they began to twist about in a most surprising manner. While they were doing this, the Wise Woman waved her staff seven times in the air, muttering strange words, and a white smoke arose from the centre of the fire circle where the hairs were jumping about.

This white smoke went up like a white cloud, then suddenly vanished, and Berl saw a little man, all dressed in red, sitting in the centre of the circle. As she could not join the revels of Oberon in her human body, which would be too big, she left it behind, leaning against the trunk of a beech tree, and her faery body went to dance with the faeries. The Wise Woman waved her staff again, the white smoke came down on the little red man like an extinguisher, then everything vanished, and Berl found himself standing outside the door of the cottage, with the Wise Woman smiling at him.

Berl took the sprig of rowan with its red berries that she handed to him, and walked away to his own cottage. He did not tell any one what the Wise Woman had said, but managed to put off all their questions by pretending to be too grieved to speak. So one after another the neighbours departed, until only Panus and Cora were left, and they, too, after kissing the pale lips of Lurina, went away, leaving Berl alone. Berl waited impatiently for night to come, and as soon as the moon was glowing like glittering silver in the starry sky, he took Lurina up in his arms, and, carrying her into the forest, placed her in the same position as he had found her, leaning against the trunk of the beech tree.

When he had done this, he looked round perplexed, for he did not know how to find the faery court, but, taking out the rowan twig, he looked at it earnestly, wondering if it would by some magic means show him the way. But the rowan twig made no sign, and Berl put up the hand in which he held it to take off his cap and fasten it in it, when the twig happened to strike his ear, and immediately the silent forest became full of sounds. He heard the most delightful music, then a burst of gay laughter, and, following the direction from whence they proceeded, he came upon a wide open glade, with a smooth green sward upon which the moon was shining.

Still, though he looked very hard, he could not see a faery; then, suddenly remembering how the rowan twig had bewitched his ears, he took it out of his hat and pressed the red berries against his eyes. To his delight, he now saw that all the sward was covered with thousands of little men and women all dressed in pale green, and at the end was a throne of great white lilies, upon which sat the King and Queen of Faeryland. All round the glade were a circle of glow-worms, whose pale lights illuminated the festival, and the bright moonlight pouring down through the boughs of the trees made everything as bright as day.

As soon as the faeries discovered that Berl could really see them at their revels, they shrieked with rage, and hundreds of the little green creatures swarmed up on his body to pinch him black and blue. Berl was in a great fright at first, till he suddenly remembered what the Wise Woman had said about the rowan sprig, so immediately called out—. At once there was a dead silence, and all the faeries fell to the ground like withered leaves in autumn. Some of them ran to the throne of lilies, and spoke to the King, upon which Oberon stepped down, and, followed by a long train, walked up to Berl and commanded him to sit down.

Berl did so, and then Oberon struck the ground with his wand, whereupon a great red rose sprang up, in which he took his seat with Queen Titania, while the other faeries gathered round and prepared to listen. What do you want with us? There was a cry of astonishment at this. Suddenly a faery flew forward on emerald wings, and, as she stood before Oberon, Berl saw that it was Lurina.

I was exiled from Faeryland many years ago, and condemned to dwell in a human body. I told my husband not to follow me, but he did so, and found my human body lying as if dead under the beech tree, because I had left it to attend the festival. When I went back, I could not find it, so had to stay in the forest all day as a faery. But Berl was not at all pleased to think he had lost his wife for ever, and spoke to the King.

Leave the forest at once, and to-morrow morning you will see your wife come to the cottage door. Strike up, music! Whereupon the faery music began to play loudly—the blue bells rang merry chimes, the grasshoppers creaked gaily, and the wind commenced to sigh among the forest leaves.

As he did so, he accidentally dropped the rowan twig, which was snatched up by a faery at once, and then the whole of the faery revel vanished. Berl could see nothing of the dancing, nor hear anything of the music, but only beheld the smooth green lawn, the myriad trees around, and the round orb of the moon. There was nothing left to do but to return home, which he did at once, and you may be sure he got very little sleep that night.

At early dawn he was standing at his cottage door, looking towards the wood, when he beheld Lurina tripping gaily towards him, singing merrily. When she saw Berl, she flung herself into his arms. I went into the forest and fell asleep, I suppose. When I awoke I came straight back to you. Berl was a wise man, and said no more, but kissed his newly-recovered wife heartily, then called all the neighbours to congratulate him, which they did loudly. When they told Lurina she had been dead, she declared it was nonsense, as it was only a sleep, and soon every one believed it except Berl and the Wise Woman, to whom Berl told all about his reception by Oberon.

Lurina became bright and gay all day, and never more wandered into the forest to indulge in moon fancies, so Berl thought the faery Mala must have been exiled altogether from Faeryland. She was very good indeed, so good that Berl was quite afraid lest she should be called back to Faeryland, but as yet that has not happened. NCE upon a time there was a King and Queen who reigned over a most beautiful country. They were very rich and very happy, and lived in a most gorgeous palace, the grand gardens of which sloped down to the blue sea, on which sailed many richly-laden ships, carrying merchandise to the capital city of the kingdom.

The palace was built of silver and ivory, and adorned with pale blue velvet hangings, upon which were painted the most exquisite pictures in the world. It stood on a high green hill, and far below lay the immense city of Buss, with its wide streets, many towers, and glittering fountains.

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As the King and Queen looked down from their beautiful castle on to the mighty city and great green plains which surrounded it, they ought to have been happy, but, curious to say, they were not. They had everything in the world to make them happy except one thing, and that one thing they longed for ardently, the more so because they did not see any chance of obtaining it.

Faeries indeed! It was really a delightful garden, filled with the most wonderful flowers. There were great beds of scented carnations, glowing with bright colours, red and white foxgloves, in whose deep bells the faeries were said to hide, masses of snowy white lilies, and a great mixture of marigolds, hollyhocks, sweet-williams, daisies, buttercups, and dahlias, which made the whole ground look like a brightly-coloured carpet.

And as for the roses—oh, what a quantity of charming roses there were growing there! Red roses, varying in colour from a deep scarlet to a pale pink; white roses looking like snowflakes; yellow roses that glittered like gold, and faintly-tinted tea-roses that perfumed the still air with their sweet odours. Oh, it was really a famous garden, and bloomed all the year round, for the kingdom was situated in the region of perpetual summer, where snow never fell and frost never came. The Queen, whose name was Flora, wandered disconsolately about the garden, quite discontented with the beautiful flowers, because she could not obtain the wish of her heart.

The ladies-in-waiting began to pluck flowers in order to adorn the royal dinner-table, and Queen Flora walked on alone towards a great white rose tree that was covered with blossoms. As she stood looking at it, she suddenly heard a tiny laugh, and a great white rose unfolded its petals, showing a golden heart, and also a dainty little faery dressed in delicate green leaves, with a crown of little white rosebuds, and a wand made of a blade of grass.

When the Queen saw her, she was much astonished, because she did not believe in faeries, but, now she really saw one, she had to believe her own eyes. When she does that, and you marry them to one another, the spell will be removed, and she will be a Princess both by day and by night. The ladies-in-waiting, who had seen the Queen talking to a strange lady, dared not approach before, but now they saw their royal mistress was alone, they ventured to come near, and one of them offered to take the white rosebud which the Queen held.

The King laughed at her, and said he did not believe her story— that she must be dreaming; but the Queen persisted in her tale, that the rosebud would become a Princess, and placed it on a velvet cushion by the side of her bed. Next morning, at the first break of day, she sprang up out of bed and hurried to look at the cushion, but there lay the rosebud a rosebud still, and not a Princess, as she thought it would be.

Queen Flora was very much disappointed, particularly as the King laughed at her folly for believing she had seen a faery, when suddenly a shaft of golden sunlight shone through the window right on to the cushion, and in an instant, instead of the flower there appeared a beautiful naked baby, who laughed and crowed gaily.

The Queen was nearly mad with joy, and took the baby up in her arms to show the King, who was equally delighted. OF course there was great joy when it came to be known that Queen Flora was the mother of a lovely Princess, and all the bells in the city were set ringing, while the poor people, for once, had as much food as they could eat. The ladies of the Queen admired the beautiful baby very much indeed, and there was no doubt the little Princess was really a charming child. By the advice of the King, however, Queen Flora told nobody about the transformation which took place at sundown, and always put the Princess to bed herself every night.

At the first golden ray of the sun the bud changed to a beautiful Princess once more, and no one ever knew that she was only a flower transformed for the day into a human being.


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As the years rolled on, the Rose-Princess grew into a tall, slender girl, with golden hair, blue eyes, and the most beautiful complexion, white and pink, flushed like a delicate rose. When she walked she swayed like a graceful lily, and always dressed in a green gown with a girdle of white roses, which were her favourite flowers.

She also wore a silver circlet on her golden hair, upon which were fastened diamond roses and leaves made out of bright green emeralds, which made her look so beautiful that all who beheld her fell in love on the spot. Many princes heard of her beauty and wanted to marry her, but she did not care for any of her suitors, which pleased Queen Flora very much, for she was anxious her Princess should marry the great-grandson of the exiled King, and cease to change into a rosebud.

The King made a proclamation that if the descendant of the old dynasty came to the palace, he would marry his daughter and be heir to the throne; but no one ever came forward to claim the hand of the Princess, which showed that the Faery Rosina spoke truly when she said the exiled Prince knew nothing about his royal blood. The Princess was christened Rose by the Queen, because she really was the offspring of the white rose tree, but her complexion was so delicate, and her love for roses so great, that every one called her the Rose-Princess instead of the Princess Rose.

Now, on the seventeenth birthday of the Rose-Princess, there was a mighty revolution in the city of Buss, and a great multitude of men and women marched to the palace in order to dethrone the King. He was not a bad King as kings go, but, not knowing how to govern, he did nothing but amuse himself with balls and fetes, letting his courtiers govern as they pleased.

The ball was being given in the daytime, so that the Rose-Princess could attend, because, of course, she could not dance when changed into a flower. The music was sounding most beautifully, the King and Queen sat on their thrones with golden crowns, and the Rose-Princess was dancing gaily, when the noisy crowd of ragged men and women rushed into the beautiful palace. Oh, it was really a terrible scene! All the gaily dressed lords and ladies were seized by the dirty hands of the people, and stripped of their beautiful jewels.

All the women of the city collected a lot of velvet couches, gorgeous dresses, and rich curtains into a heap in the garden, and, setting fire to it, danced about in a ring, singing loudly—. All the lords and ladies dead, Let us eat their costly bread, While beneath our feet we tread Every proud and haughty head.

You may be sure the King and Queen did not wait to face these terrible people, but, disguising themselves in mean garments, fled from the palace, leaving all their beautiful things to be destroyed by the mob, who chose a President, and proclaimed a Republic, then began to kill all the lords and ladies they could find.

The whole nation seemed to go mad, and there was no law or order anywhere, but every one did exactly as they pleased, so that the entire kingdom was brought to the verge of ruin. And the Rose-Princess? It was still early in the afternoon, so she could not change into a rose, and thus escape the fury of the mob; and, as her parents had deserted her, she stood trembling in her beautiful chamber, thinking she would be found and torn to pieces. Besides, being ignorant of her nightly transformation, she was afraid to go to bed, lest she should be killed while asleep.

As she stood weeping and wringing her hands in despair, she suddenly saw a tall handsome lady standing before her, looking at her kindly. This was the Faery Rosina, who had come to save the Rose-Princess from the people, as it was not her fault that they had rebelled against the King. As she said this, she touched the Princess, who immediately changed into a white rosebud, and lay on the dark green carpet like a snowflake. Then the Faery Rosina vanished, and the door was burst open, as the mob rushed in.

Of course they now saw nothing, and never for a moment dreamt that the white rose lying on the carpet was their beautiful Princess, so they commenced to pull down all the costly things in the room, and would have trampled the rosebud under their feet, only a young student picked it up. He was a handsome fellow of twenty, this young student, with a slender figure and a dark, splendid-looking face. His name was Ardram, and he was one of the leaders of the revolt, although he did not wish the people to destroy everything as they were doing.

Ardram was a very learned youth, and the son of a poor sick woman, of whom he was very fond. He had seen all the misery of the poor people who were in want of bread, and the sinful luxury of the court, so thought it but right that a change should be made. Therefore he led the people to the palace, to ask justice of the King, but they had become too strong for him, and he was already regretting that he had not let them stay where they were. However, it was too late now for regrets, but he determined not to take any part in the follies of the mob, so walked home to his own little room in the city, with the white rosebud in his button-hole.

All night long he saw the flames rising from burning dwellings, and heard the shrieks of people being killed, so he felt very sad to think that he was the original cause of it all, though he certainly had no intention of letting such things be done. Then he determined on the morrow to talk to the people, and try and persuade them to stop their plundering and cruelty, but, in the meantime, went to bed and slept for an hour in an uneasy manner.

He forgot all about the white rosebud, which had fallen on the floor, as he flung himself, dressed as he was, on his bed, but when he awoke in the morning, he was much surprised to find seated beside him a beautiful woman, who was weeping bitterly. You will let me stay, will you not? I am so afraid of those terrible people who broke into the palace.

So Ardram brought out some bread and wine, off which the Princess made a hearty meal, talking to her host all the time she was eating. We only wanted justice, and I did not think they would go on like they did. The people were too strong for me, so I left them. She waited all through the long day for the return of Ardram, but he did not return till sundown, and just as his hand was on the door, the Princess changed into a white rosebud, so, when he entered, he found the room empty.

The streets were quite full of people, all in a great state of excitement, for the King, Queen, and Princess had vanished, and, as all the ministers were beheaded, there was no one to rule, so the whole kingdom was in a dreadful state. Then he told her all about the beautiful Princess, and his mother was very much astonished that the poor lady had left the safe shelter of his room, and perhaps been torn to pieces by the angry people in the street.

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At last Ardram went away, leaving the rosebud with his mother, who laid it on her pillow and went to sleep. Next morning, when the beams of the sun were shining into her chamber, she awoke, and found the Rose-Princess sleeping beside her. Besides, you know, I am to marry the exiled Prince of the old royal family, as soon as he is found. Now, to prove the truth of what I say, pull out that wooden box from under my bed. The Rose-Princess did as she was told, and, on lifting up the lid, saw a most beautiful crown, all over diamonds, and rubies, and great blue sapphires, sparkling like the stars.

Now, I will sleep until my son comes back, then we will see about getting you married. So she turned her face away, in order to sleep, and the Princess put away the royal crown, and began to sing to the sick woman in a low, sweet voice. This is what she sang:. Night brings sleep to the weary flowers. When the doctor, a gruff old man called Mux, came in, the sick woman awoke, and asked at once for the Princess. But never mind about her—how do you feel yourself? But the sick woman was much agitated over the loss of the Rose-Princess, and when her son entered, she told him how the Princess had been with her all day, and again vanished; whereupon Ardram rushed out into the streets, to see if he could find the poor Rose-Princess again.

But, doctor, do try and find the Princess; if you do, I will reward you better than you think. Mux took the white rosebud home with him, little thinking it was the lost Princess, which was perhaps just as well, seeing that he was such an enemy to the royal family. At least every one thought he was, but everybody was wrong to think so, as, in spite of the names he called them, he was really a great upholder of the throne, and in his humble house the exiled King and Queen had been hidden all the time of the revolution.

No one thought of looking for them in the house of such a red republican as Dr. Mux, so they were as safe there as though they were guarded by stone walls and faithful soldiers. When Dr. Mux arrived home, he went straight to bed, but arose very early in the morning, before the sun was up, and called the King and Queen. The Queen was very angry, but dared not say anything, lest the doctor should deliver her up to the mob, who were now surging in the wide street, listening to a man who was speaking.

He was talking in a loud tone to the mob, and telling them they ought to elect the Rose-Princess for their Queen, as she would know how to govern better than her parents. The sun was just rising, and the golden beams were shining on his face, so that he looked truly noble. The King and Queen turned from the window in great anger, when they saw to their surprise that the Rose-Princess was standing in the room. It must be the faeries. All day the three royal people sat in the humble room of the doctor, and talked about their troubles.

Rose-Princess told her parents all about the misery of the people, and how they ought to govern, but the King and Queen only laughed, which showed that the severe lesson of exile was lost on them. Gruff Dr. Mux was very much astonished to see the Rose-Princess, and told her how she had been proclaimed Queen by Ardram. Where is he? Then all four went to the window, and saw that the crowd of people were coming back, looking very disappointed because they had not found the Princess.

Ardram mounted on a great stone in front of the church door, for the cathedral of the city was just opposite the doctors house. When the Rose-Princess saw him, she ran out of the room, down the stairs, and across to where the student was standing. Ardram was beside himself with joy, not at being made King, but because the beautiful Rose-Princess had her white arms round his neck, and was saying how much she loved him.

Suddenly the red light in the sky vanished and the sun set, leaving Ardram standing alone on the stone with a white rose in his hand. There he was safe, for the mob dared not to break into the church, but all night roared round it like a stormy sea round a little boat.

The King and Queen left the window, and told the gruff doctor all about the enchantment of the Rose-Princess, which he was now inclined to believe, as he had seen her disappear so suddenly before his eyes. He recommended the Queen to call on the Faery Rosina, which she did, and in a moment the faery, a tall, beautiful woman, in a robe of shining green, was standing before them. Then the doctor did believe in faeries, because he now really saw one for the first time, and was much astonished. Meanwhile Ardram walked up and down the dark church all night, listening to the roaring of the crowd outside, and wondering how the Princess kept vanishing and appearing so strangely.

He was more in love with her than ever, and at last went fast asleep on the altar steps, dreaming about his lovely bride, who said he would rule as King with her. The rosebud lay on the steps beside him, but Ardram never thought for a moment that his charming Princess was so near him. Next morning he awoke in the early grey dawn, before the sun was up, and found himself surrounded by the King, the Queen, Dr.

Mux, his mother, now looking strong and well, and a beautiful tall woman, in a green robe, with a wand made of white roses. That rosebud is my daughter. Now look. Every one looked at the white rosebud lying on the floor, and then a yellow beam which struck through a painted window, creeping nearer and nearer till it shone on the white bud. In an instant that vanished, and in its place stood the Rose-Princess, looking tall and beautiful.

On seeing Ardram, she bounded towards him and put her arms round her neck. The organ rolled out a bridal march, and the priests came forth in a long procession. In a few minutes the Princess Rose was married to Ardram, and then her silver crown rolled off. Nevertheless, both of them were secretly very delighted, as they would now be able to enjoy themselves as they pleased. Then the faery ordered the doors of the cathedral to be thrown wide open, the organ played a triumphal march, and the new King and Queen walked slowly down the church, looking the handsomest couple in the world.

The gruff doctor and the old mother followed, but the deposed King and Queen had vanished with the Faery Rosina, who transported them to their own city, where they ruled and enjoyed themselves for many years. Then all the people in the city saw the new King and Queen standing before them with their royal crowns, and the bells rang, the streets were made clear again, and as the young couple moved through the crowd, which strewed flowers before them, the people cried,—.

And the Rose-Princess never changed into a flower again, but became a true, loving wife to the King, who ruled well and wisely, for he had seen the hardships of his subjects when he was a poor student. They reigned long and happily, and had many children, but in all their prosperity the Queen never forgot how she had been an enchanted Rose-Princess.

HERE was once a poor woman who lived in a little village many, many years ago, when the world was much younger than it is now, and when the destinies of mortals were often controlled by the faeries. This woman, whose name was Eldina, had lost her husband, who had fallen in a great battle while fighting the enemies of his king, and a month after she heard of his death, Eldina became the mother of a beautiful little son, which event was a great comfort to her.

The truth was that, seeing she was so miserable and lonely since the death of her husband, the kind faeries had given her this little baby to cheer her heart, and when it was born they took it under their own special protection. She made herself neat and clean to do honour to her illustrious visitors, and went into the room to hear what they had to say about the child. The cradle was quite covered with the most lovely flowers, which the enchantments of the faeries had caused to bloom on the brick floor of the cottage, and in the centre of the exquisite blossoms slept the smiling baby, on whose face shone a bright moonbeam.

All the faeries looked grave at this request, and a sigh sounded through the room, while Titania gazed sadly on the child. One illustration has elves or gnomes hammering out sunbeams. I'm the original poster of this stumper, and my Mom finally thinks she remembers what book I'm talking about! She says it was called Twinkletoes , but doesn't have any other information. I'm sure I would recognize it immediately if I saw it. How about it, Harriet? Can you finish the puzzle? Morgan, published Whitman , thin octavo, pictorial cloth boards, decorated endpapers, 6 colour printed dustwrappers, "from the elusive "For All Children from 5 to 10" series, an exceptionally rare title.

The only fairy story with cars which comes immediately to mind is The Gnomobile by U. Sinclair , only in that one, it was the humans who drove the gnomes around, not the other way. Disney made a movie of it. Possibly The Cinematograph Train by G. Farrow once well-known as author of the Wallypug books , illustrated by Alan Wright, published London, Bobbie and Evelyn go to the cinematograph the famous first moving picture showing a train rushing toward the audience and find themselves on the train station platform.

This is Dreamland Junction and they take the train to Fairyland, where a they are met by an odd little driver with a "well-appointed motor-car". He drives them to meet the Queen of the Fairies - they and the car shrink as they go, to fairy-size. The humour is whimsical and could be called dry. Fairy baking powder is put into cakes which make those who eat them lighter than air so they can levitate and escape from the evil giant Mam-on who keeps his subjects as slaves.

The names aren't quite right - but there's a Prince Eddie in another story, who becomes a Fairy Tale Prince for a while, and discovers it's harder than it looks. McGraw, Eloise, Sawdust in his shoes, This is not a short story, but the young man here runs off to join the circus and this sounds like one of the chapters. His greatest ambitions were realised when he took over, at varying times, the two biggest and meanest tuskers of them all - Ziggy and Tusko. The book is full of elephant lore and experiences funny, dangerous and disastrous. I know and love the book, and there is nothing about elephants in it at all.

Searcher is looking for a short story about a man in a circus who sweeps up after the elephants, gets teased, and turns the tables in a Tom Sawyer's painting the fence trick. Check out the book titled Spangle. This is NOT a short story but a very thick and heavily researched fictional account of circus life. It is "gritty" and NOT for children.

However, the elephant dung story appears in the book in slightly altered form and I think the book has lots of references and notes at the end, so it may point the searcher to the original story. Ten stories present the historical backgrounds of ghosts still haunting Valley Forge, the White House and other places in the United States. Great Ghost Stories of the Old West Four Winds Press "A collection of eight eerie, spooky, mysterious, and terrifying ghost stories for young readers that proclaim that ghosts followed the Westward trails of America.

I don't know anything about American ghost lore, so I don't know if these correspond to the remembered stories or not. I know this is a long shot. Shaw, Jane, Susan's Helping Hand. Children's Press A bit doubtful about this - some editions do have a pictorial cover showing a boy, a girl and an English bobby, but the cloth is usually green, and Children's Press usually only had a frontispiece illo, not plates throughout. Plot description is that Susan's habit of being helpful leads her into trouble.

Tiddleman, A Bright Little Pair approximate Definitely the book,but comes in different editions with different pictures on front. Esther Hautzig, The Endless Steppe. Set in Siberia. A likely possibility. Thanks, but I'm certain that it's not The Endless Steppe. Anne Holm, North To Freedom. This could be North To Freedom. That story is about a boy named David. I probably read it somewhere around This doesn't sound like The Ark or Rowan Farm.

There is some mention of them living in refugee camps, but that happens before the book starts. Lois Lowry, Number the Stars. Could this be Number the Stars? It's now and their life in Copenhagen is filled with school, food shortages, and the Nazi soldiers marching through town. When the Jews of Denmark are "relocated," Ellen moves in with the Johansens and pretends to be one of the family.

Soon Annemarie is asked to go on a dangerous mission to save Ellen's life. Much of the story is told from the point-of-view of the older sister, Ruth. My copy was published in by Scholastic, and the cover shows the children walking through snow. Christine Arnothy, I am fifteen and I don't want to die , , copyright. I haven't read this in a long time, but I think it fits the description.

Marietta D. Moskin, I Am Rosemarie, , approximate. As I was writing a comment here about this book as a possible solution, the name suddenly came to me! I was a weird kid and read everything about the Holocaust that I could get my hands on. Not sure which one had the blizzard, but I will mos def be rereading them both, and then sending them on to my neice, who's another slightly weird kid.

James Ramsey Ullman, Banner in the Sky , , paperback This sounds like it. It involves climbing a mountain in Switzerland called the Citadel in the s. I believe its based on a true story about climbing the Matterhorn. It was a Disney movie in the late s-early s. I checked imdb. Please note that E, "Banner in the Sky" was not the solution. Beverly Cleary, Ramona and Her Mother , s. This may be way off, but Ramona Quimby had a stuffed elephant, named Ella Funt, that she carried around with her.

In Ramona and Her Mother , she sews her a pair of pants. She had had Ella Funt for a while, so there may have been a spaghetti stain on her somewhere, I don't remember. Norma Simon, Elly the Elephant , , reprinted This is just a possibility - I can't find a picture of the cover anywhere.

Two summaries: "Wendy and her beloved Elly are inseparable until the toy is left at school one day. Wendy loves her toy elephant one summary said she sings to it? I obtained copies of both Elly the Elephant and Ramona and her Mother, but unfortunately, neither is the book I am looking for. I believe my book has more pictures perhaps in color than Ramona and Her Mother, and is not long enough to have chapters.

Also, my book feels more modern than Elly, and I'm fairly certain is written for a slightly higher reading level. Nancy K. Robinson, Oh Honestly, Angela! She takes her favorite stuffed elephant to show and tell, only to find out that she is expected to donate it to the school's Christmas drive for the needy.

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However, that is not the book. In my book, unlike this one, the little girl and her elephant are the main focus of the book. Did the elephant go to visit its cousins when it was misplaced by the girl? Another poster asked, "Did the elephant go to visit its cousins when it was misplaced by the girl? I would appreciate it if you would share the title of the book you're thinking of, if you know it. Thank you! Sounds like this Mercer Mayer classic. Also, 3 of these stories were published together as There's Something There alligator under the bed, monster in the closet, something in the attic , so that could be the collection you mention.

Some commented in the stumper, but it's the correct solutionThe book I am looking for is not a collection of 3 books. It's a textbook. I have no explanation for that. But I'll keep it here so the original requester can find it. It was about a girl might have lived in some sort of orphanage or something.

She gets this doll and it turns out to be evil. She and a friend bury it in the woods one night, and the doll is back in her room in the morning, covered in dirt. The cover was dark, with a dark-haired girl looking frightened as she held up a blonde doll. I think that the name of this book is a girl's first name And although i may be wrong about this, I think that it may be an "A" name, like Anabelle The book Im thinking of see below is Annabelle by Ruby Jean Jenson : "bandoned by her mother and neglected by her emotionally distant father, a little girl is drawn to an old derelict mansion in the woods near her home.

To the lonely little girl the house is her very own castle and it seems to call out to her with a ghostly chorus of voices. Inside she finds a family of dolls that welcome her along with a strange portrait of a woman who smiles down on her like the mother she lost. But this house is no playground. It echoes with the memories of a tragedy that took place nearly a half century ago and the event is still being played out by forces beyond the grave. Dolls come to life, seeking to protect a mysterious girl named Annabelle and a ghostly wraith stomps through the old mansion, crazed with a demonic rage Ruby Jean Jensen delivers a creepy haunted house chiller with her trademark style and resident killer dolls.

A must for Jensen fans and a fun read for horror lovers. Sounds like Ruth M. Arthur's A Candle in her Room to me. The girl in the book moves into a new house and I think finds the doll, either in the attic or in a hollow tree. The doll's name is Dido, and she is evil. Somehow, she convinces the girl to do magic. I remember the girl burying Dido and trying to burn her I don't, however, remember the resolution! The cover has a picture of a girl standing over a bonfire, poking it with a stick. The plot of the Evil Toy returning sounds a bit like Steven King's story about an evil clockwork monkey.

I do recall both the Twilight Zone and Night Gallery featured dolls bent on revenge against an evil father figure--the NG one was quite terrifying with her dark eyes and big teeth! She did have blonde hair, would this be similar? E86 and E94??? Clevin, Jorgen , Pete's first day at school , This must definitely be the solution to E86 and it could be the solution to E The cover shows Johnny and Pete - and Pete is a regular large elephant, so his size could have come into the story. Pete, the elephant, has happy experiences on the first day of school. Where do you live?

Shall we say hello to them? That red knob is the doorbell. Press it with your finger and say : dingalingaling. Reader answers questions at each stop-light. Final story page has a 'blank' TV screen with a message seen only when held up to the light! Cover is indeed white as remembered. I read a series of maybe four or five books in the early seventies, though the books would have been written earlier I think Enid Blyton's famous five series was reissued in the early seventies, in paperback editions published by Knight books.

The series of 21 books in total was first written in the late 40s to early 60s. The one I think it is would be Book 3. I recall that the entrance to the cave is facing out over a steep isolated cliff so is mostly unknown, but they find it by a little hole in the ground, which goes down through the top of the cave.

They build campfires and the smoke goes up through the hole. This is what makes me think it could be this book. In Five Run Away Together the five stumble across the cave quite by accident, when one of them falls down the hidden hole in the ground.

Further exploration reveals that the cave cannot be seen from the front entrance in the cliff. Also, when a fire is lit, smoke escapes through the roof hole. There were probably some mysteries involved, but I do not think it was a mystery series per se. Well if it is this book, it is part of a mystery series, so perhaps I'm wrong I have read this book and I think this is the one the requestor wanted. Four children and a dog go to a uninhabited island and find a cave with a hole in the ceiling. They lower their stuff through the hole and lower themselves through it too, to save them having to climb the rocks to the front entrance near the beach.

They Found a Cave. I can't remember who wrote this book, but I read it back in the 60s. Only problem I think it was set in Australia. Ransome, Arthur , Swallowdale, Bright Morning later escapes, but when she returns, she finds her village under occupation by the "Long Knives", or American soldiers. The Americans force the Navaho out of their lands, and onto the Trail of Tears.

Before , approximate. This was a wonderful store of escaped or freed slaves living in the hills. The only parts I clearly remember is an older woman painting an apron for the protagonist. The picture was of the protagonist wearing the apron, so it went on for infinity. Eventually they end up joining Indians in the Trail of Tears to Oklahoma. It was a children's book, with chapters that I read in The diary describes how in Libbie, her father, and her sister escaped from their cruel master.

The family is eventually taken in by the Seminoles. Unfortunately, their peaceful new existence doesn't last long as the United States government forces the Seminoles to give up their land in Florida and move to a reservation in Oklahoma. Illustrated with oil paintings.

I wonder if this book is Mara, Daughter of the Nile Mara is a slave with powerful friends. She works as a double-agent spy and eventually earns her freedom. Co-incidentally, I was re-reading that one this afternoon, and it doesn't match at all. Main characters in that one are Mara, a slave, and Sheftu, a nobleman.

Could this maybe be The Mystery of the Silent Friends? The three dolls in that one are anamatronic not haunted, but they are at the centre of the big mystery in the story. See solved mysteries for more details. Seon Manley and Gogo Lewis, The haunted dolls: an anthology , Doubleday, Christie, A. Timperley, R. The peg doll. James, M. Blackwood, A. The doll. Jerome, J. The dancing partner. Danby, M. The grey lady. Andersen, H.

The steadfast tin soldier. Hawthorne, N. Tapp, T. Pearce, J. The puppets. Manley, S. The Christmas of the big bisque doll. Crawford, F. Marion Crawford. In addition to the details provided by other contributors, I would like to mention that the cover is indeed pale green in color. Jane Langton, The Diamond in the window. There is one chapter in which the two children who are orphans being raised by their uncle and aunt are trapped in a world behind a mirror that reflects their own images as they grow older.

This was a Scholastic Book Club book that I read way back in the mids. All I remember of the plot is three friends, two boys and a girl, exploring and breaking into.. At one point, there's groaning in one of the houses, and the kids have to figure out if it's ghosts, or a more logical explanation. I think one of them had some connection with the cottages--maybe the parent was a caretaker? Flashlights figured prominently, for some reason.

Just a possibility! Good luck. Could it be this one? Mark's new stepfather is the caretaker for a summer camp. Think cabins in a resort area that families rent for the summer, not sleep away camp. His new friend, who works as a busboy at the restaurant, is accused of stealing. Along with jewelry and other portable things, a valuable stamp collection goes missing, and Mark is determined to discover who's doing the stealing and prove his friend innocent.

There's also a younger girl, staying at one of the cabins, who becomes involved in the mystery. At one point, there's something about the lights going out and the sign for the camp being changed as part of the mystery. Maybe worth a try! No, I don't recognize either suggested solution. It seems that the name of the summer cabins might have appeared to be tar pin et pin dar, because of some of the light bulbs being out on the sign. Elizabeth Enright, Gone-Away Lake. While the story is not quite the same, "tar pin and pin dar" could be "Tarquin et Pindar" written in Latin on the "philosopher's stone" discovered by Portia Blake and her cousin Julian.

The abandoned summer cabins are there on the swamp that used to be a lake but I don't remember the lights. See the Solved Mysteries for more. Gone-away Lake. Harcourt Brace and World, Ex-library edition with usual marks and edgewear, but interior and dust jacket both very clean. Harcourt, , , New hardcover edition. Alison Farthing, The Mystical Beast. This is the one! Check it out in the solved stumpers. The Junior Classics The stories you mention are all in the ten volume Junior Classics,complete with the unuusual endings, and the tenth volume is an index.

My set is more colorful than you describe, though. They were given away with Collier's Encyclopedias in the s and s. Collier, I loved this book as a kid! The twins, Sara and Beth, are from a poor family that has recently moved to a cold climate from a warm one. Their family can only afford one new coat for the girls, so they take turns going to school, pretending to be one girl named Sara Beth.

Another girl at school figures out their secret by noting inconsistencies in their behavior, which as you said, changes constantly. For instance, one of the girls loves the class pet, a guinea pig, and her twin is afraid of it. E Englishwoman goes to France in search of family history Book from my school library--must have been s or early '60s. Middle-aged, unmarried Englishwoman goes to France searching for family history from clue in old photo album--picture of a girl in a garden restaurant? She got a new dress made by sister seamstresses and learned about father's past.

Dorothy Durand goes to France in search of her father's family following clues in her father's photo album. She eventually meets up with her cousins who are ribbon makers in Saint Etienne. The dress is made for her cousin Catherine before she sets off on a round the world trip. Johanna Johnston, Edie Changes her Mind , , copyright. You were close - these are the "Edie" books by Johanna Johnston apparently written about her own little girl.

F20 fish: two really long shots - The Magical Cupboard , by Jane Louise Curry , Atheneum , involves an orphan called Felicity in a dreadful 18th c. Then there's Fish , also titled A Boy Called Fish , by Alison Morgan , Chatto about a boy whose birthday, school desk, and even name belong to someone else, and the dog he cares for. Another very long shot all I know about this book is the title, and that it was set in post-Revolution New York, and is a book for young people. The Little Countess.

This is definitely a book called "The Little Countess". I read it in the early 60's. It's actually Fish's elder sister who inherits the title from a distant relative and becomes the "little countess", but the book is more about Fish - Felicity Imogen Stanley Holmes. They were poor and are suddenly rich! If anyone can supply the author's name? Frances Cowen , The Little Countess , Wonder how it would read today????

Louisa May Alcott, Flower Fables. A collection of six original fairy tales written by the acclaimed Louisa May Alcott. These stories are part of a large body of fantasy fiction the author wrote throughout her career. Each story features adventures of elves and fairy sprites in fairyland and are imbued with the lushness of Alcott's love of the natural world.

Each story is between 12 and 18 pages with full page illustrations. A possibility. Not the same book, but a similar idea - perhaps a series? On the right side the boards unfold again to reveal pop-up castle. In a separate envelope are paper cut-out characters to go along with all the stories. Paper engineering by Ib Penick. We have this book somewhere in our family! On the opposite page were little nursery rhymes stories associated with each scene. My nan gave this book to one of my cousins so I'll email her and find out the name and publisher! I'm looking for a copy myself!

Fairykins Story Book, After much searching I think I found the book the original poster was looking for. It was made by Marx and an image can be seen here. This possibility The Cherrys on Indoor Island by Will Scott , published by Brock Books in England, "The 'happenings' in the Cherrys books could be those of any family - and the neighbours join in. On this wet day the house becomes a desert island crowded with incidents!

I haven't read it, but I have seen the TV version. The plot concerns a pioneer brother and sister who are left alone on the family farm while their father takes their mother into town to have a baby. While they are gone, there is a huge flood and the children't home washes away down river. Champ is left to guard the farm, the river floods, and a mountain lion menaces the farm animals. No idea if there are children at home as well, though.

According to a review, the main character is a boy alone, the story is set in the s, and he is "left in charge of a Wisconsin farm house which is swept away down the Mississippi with him inside it. So he thought until he discovered a mountain lion caged in by a fallen tree at one end of the house. Tinkler the elf acts as guide and Joan makes some wonderful discoveries.

Haldeman, Linda , The Lastborn of Elvinwood , English actor Ian James follows his local vicar into a wood, discovers a tribe of tiny faerie folk dwelling there, and is charged by Oberon to aid in finding a bride for the last prince of Faerie -- a task which may involve facing down Merlin himself, and casting a spell over the infant daughter of a visiting American family. I'm not positive, but this sounds like The Fairies of Nutfolk Wood. A young girl moves with her mother to a trailer in the woods and I think visits fairies when she falls asleep.

The cover has a picture of a tree or tree stump made into a fairy house. At any rate, it's a charming story and worth checking out. So began the strange adventure of a youth caught between two words existing simultaneously on the banks of an English river: the 20th century world of overpopulation, traffic and pollution; and a future world of idyllic, communal living and skillful utilization of water and wind power. Stephen and classmate Mary Silver soon found themselves able to leave and enter the 'brave new world' but ultimately had to make a choice - to live there permanently or to stay in a world of indifferent or nagging parents, and school examinations.

Post F It seems to be the same book that I am diligently searching for. The story of the ill mother was about the big or little dipper. The theme of many stories were of how things "became" like the story of spring? If memory serves me well, Midas and the Golden Touch was included, and there was the story of the little pine tree whose needles became something else. I can almost see the beautiful illustrations but too vaguely to describe. It was a favorite book to trace from! I also remember a story of Anderson's Red Cap.

I just stumbled onto this site which is simply fantastic. I have been glued here all night and have decided to move in. I believe it is Folk Tales Children Love. Good night now. Safe tomorrow Barbara Leonie Picard. I'm guessing this is a collection by Barbara Leonie Picard. She wrote The Faun and the Woodcutter's Daughter , but the other stories aren't in the book by that name which are all original stories by her. However, she did also retell a lot of fairy tales and legends as well as write her own, so it's quite possible she's got a collection out there that contains them all. A more traditional collection by someone else wouldn't include The Faun and the Woodcutter's Daughter , however which is what I'm pretty sure the first story is.

I am looking for the same book. The book also has a wonderful story about a male spider trying to entice a shy female fly into his web. I cherished this book as a child and would also love to find it. Enid Blyton, Mary Mouse series. They were small strip books with thin card covers approx 8 inches long by about 3 inches high with 2 boxed line drawings to a page with text underneath. They are very collectible now.

Carved from clothes-pins, the Pegmen become animated and go on a sea voyage. Any chance this is Elves and Fairies? Check it out. This book had beautiful fairy's on the cover. I believe there is fire in the center with female fairies flying around it. The story about the spider inviting the fly into his parlour is the only story I remember. Thanks for the prompt reply!!! Howitt, Mary, The Spider and the Fly poem only. I don't know the exact book the poster is looking for, but the poem about the spider and the fly is in many collections and can be read here.

Here's a possibility! Treasury of Stories and Verse no author or editor Gallery Books The first or third may be a lead! This might be it! Fairies on cover and The Spider and the Fly covers 4 pages, lavishly illustrated. Treasury of Stories and Verse Gallery Books.


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Hope this helps! He gets accidentally abandoned by his family because he's so slow to follow them at anything they practically forget he exists. He has to fend for himself and takes up with the creatures at a pond, including three forgetful frogs, who inspire him to pull himself together and stop being so lazy so he won't wind up as backward as them, maybe? He gives them names, since they have none, and tries to be their teacher.

He finds his family eventually. If you put Percival and frog in Google you get over items, so I decided not to take the time to see if by any chance it would yield the answer to F What other word could we add? Bill Brittain, The Wishgiver , I haven't read this book in a long time, so if it doesn't work out, you might also want to try looking for the many variations of Bearskin.

These are collections of short stories, but the one you're looking for might be in them. In any case, they're wonderful. I remember a book about a girl who went to boarding school. It sticks out in my mind because I seem to remember that the main character was not quite perfect, in fact, there were sticky issues in the book.

Beth Gutcheon, The New Girls , Not a match, but maybe would be satisfying to you. This one comes a bit later, and does not have the blue radio incident, but has many other similarities. Here is the synopsis from HarperCanada Books: The New Girls is a resonant, engrossing novel about five girls during their formative prep-school years in the tumultuous mid-sixties. Into their reality of first-class trips to Europe, resort vacations, and deb parties enter the Vietnam War, the women's movement, and the sexual revolution.

As the old traditions collide with the new society, the girls lose their innocence, develop a social conscience, and discover their sexuality -- blossoming into women shaped by their turbulent times. I appreciate the information and now know what to look for. It's about a troll who is angry because a group of boys has started fishing in his lake and they've taken all the fish.

The water has turned slimy and the troll isn't happy living in his lake anymore.

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Grandma Troll gives him "fifty fresk frisky fish" from her lake to restock his lake, and he returns the bikes and fishing poles that the boys abandoned when he scared them away. The kids promise not to take too many fish and not to litter, and the troll promises not to scare them anymore. Could this possibly be the book you're looking for??

The main character, I'd like to say was a troll, but it could have easily been a different made-up creature though. He was pictured on the front of the book too. Could've been a she too. I remember it was smaller than a picture book- novel size I guess. There were probably only 5 drawings in the whole book. I have a feeling this is going to be a rare story that not that many people know about. I'm pretty sure he was a 'nice guy' he could've been sad too. And then of course there's the part that I remember the best- these are the only 2 parts I remember, my whole class loved it when the teacher read it though, which was odd, because usually children, younger ones anyway, need more pictures than what this book had to keep their attention, we loved that book!

I remember the whole class would all yell the name of the main character together- if only I could remember what that was? At first he was scared, then he finds he can breathe how this all comes about, I don't remember The feeling I got each time she read it to us I love books was that when the "troll" went underwater it was safe, quiet? This was probably an easy reader, beginning chapter book. It's possible that it might be a part of a collection of stories somewhere, not too likely though. Thanks for listening to me!

In response to The Troll Who Lived in the Lake - It's possible that this is my book, …I don't remember any trash or environmental issues…but it's possible. I guess I would have to get the book first and read it through to find out…I know that if I read a whole book and not just an excerpt I would know if it was my book or not. I'll let you know, and thanks soooo much for taking the time out to help me with my stumper!! Don Camillo? Those books are aimed at adults, not children, and Don Camillo didn't ride a donkey.

Those books were very political and mature, and not aimed at children, plus Don Camillo didn't ride a donkey. But the reader may be conflating a couple of different books. Just be sure to get the English language edition! The pictures I remember best are the cat's eyes and the headlights. However, maybe you could inter-library loan it through your library to make sure it's the right one.

This seems like a likely prospect -- Mr. Flint aka Mr. At long last they discover a lovely green isle and decide to settle in its single beautiful valley-already, mysteriously, equipped with huts ready for occupation. Marie Ponsot, trans. There is a reprint commonly available at a reasonable price. Lillian Beckwith, The Hills is Lonely, Just a guess. This site might help. Marian Cockrell, Shadow Castle, Long shot, but could this be Shadow Castle? It is a girl, not a boy, but she does go out in the woods and after a tunnel and some other things, meets a fairy and "travels" through his stories into a land of fairy royalty.

Simon and Schuster, New York. Pictures by Garth Williams. One of the stories in this oversize 13" x 10" anthology meets this description. Does you remember illustrations? This book is lavishly and beautifully illustrated. See Most Requested Books. Not sure but Mistress Masham's Repose by T. Caliper, who was so very friendly that she invited everyone who came along to live in her house. Rooms were added for the farmer, the milkmaid, the small boy Peter, and at last for the old lighthouse keeper. Finally rooms had to be built on top of the house, which made it possible to expand almost indefinitely.

At least, not in the recent reprint. The Enchanted Book. I think the stories were compiled by another editor. I too loved that book and repeatedly checked it out from my local library over very many years. I would love to have a copy in my book collection. I hope you find your book. The illustrations are as described and all the stories mentioned are in this book. Sleeping Beauty DOES have a dark coda; when the prince turned king goes off to war, his mother an ogress by birth decides she wants to EAT the little grandchildren and asks the cook to prepare them a day apart , but is fooled by the cook with a lamb and a goat.

Then the ogress decides she wants to eat the queen and the cook serves her a deer. One day, the ogress discovers the hidden queen and her children alive and decides to kill them in a basin of snakes, vipers, toads and spiders. Her son returns home and the ogress jumps into the basin instead. F96 and F93? Adda M.

It takes place in the Southwest, crossing over into Mexico, apparently. I remember the sometimes colorful illustrations of pinatas, a bell tower, a ringtail, a kangaroo rat, a boat and market filled with flowers, maybe a beggar. In the end Gordo happens upon a cornfield, and it turns out that ears of corn were the "golden treasure" of his father. I'm not certain this is the book that you are looking for because I haven't had time to finish reading it.

However, there are fairies and elves, etc. It's about a boy who is taken to a magic land in a soap bubble. F, the book was large with a smooth illustrated board with a white background, illustrated on the back cover as well? Were the coloured cloths bits of spiders webs coloured by sky and sunlight? No story as I recall, just pictures - if there was any text it was minimal and in the full page illustrations. Also fairies riding in a cart pulled by?

I don't know anything about the books in question, but the illustration sounds like it could be from "Snow White and Rose Red. Andrew Lang. They were fairy tales and the covers are along the lines of what's described, though I don't recall the exact one mentioned. Some of them are in print but others are not. Jenny Seed, Peter the Gardener. An 'Antelope' book. I haven't read it since I was a child, and can't remember if it contains the phrase you mention. Well, Peter the Gardener wasn't published till I found this description. Maybe it will help jog your memory or rule it out.

A story format for a garden for pre-teens. I remember this story-believe it was Japanese? Can't remember the title, sorry! There's a similar Japanese tale about a fairy princess found in a bamboo stalk. The famous Momotaro story is about a fisherman who catches a giant peach with a child in it, but here it's a boy. I do not have the book to check for you but your memory of the turquoise and orange illustrations HoJo's color scheme make me think of the Elson-Gray Readers that were used in the 's!

Good Luck- Oh! Another set of books to check out- Child Library Series , companion to the Elson-Gray set- same coloring- extends the lessons and vocab of the Basal reader. Locate Book One in this series as well. Hopefully one of these "seeds" will bear fruit! Fairy Tales , s. This is the title of the book, and I would love to have a copy if it's available. It was published by Whitman in and has a glossy hard cover with some of the characters from the stories on it, most prominently Puss in Boots and a castle in the background.

While it has some of your stories- not all are present-- However at the back of the book they list some of their other offerings. Maybe this one is worth checking out! Anderson, Hans Christian, Thumbelina , I haven't been able to locate my copy to confirm this, but my memory is that the Tenggren depictions of the little flower people at the end of the book one of whom, the king, Thumbelina ends up marrying had them sporting fairy-like wings and wearing little upside-down flowers on their heads.

I bet this is the book the requester recalls. Hi, Harriett This is F e-mailing you with a bit more info about the book I'm longing to find. I'm remembering that the little fairies were sitting by a tree with a door in it. I wonder if it might be this old favourite about a bunny named Pookie. There are certainly lots of fairies in the story and there is an illustration of a tree trunk opening into a little room.

It has recently been republished after years out of print. Sorry, can't name book but F and F I think both of these might be looking for the same thing. Notes: fairy tales, stories, and poems. Fireside Stories. I was in the archives to see if I could solve anything and ran across A which sounds a lot like the book I'm looking for. I don't remember the raft or the map but the rest sounds the same. I haven't read this book and can't find an online synopsis, but the title and date certainly match. Published by T. Nelson, pages. I hope it's the book you're looking for! Sorry, it is not Hubbell's The Friendship Tree I remember it as a fairly large book, maybe 9x12 with about 40 pages or so.

Colored pictures to the edges of the pages and about 6 - 10 lines of text on each page. I have found three authors using the title but they are all novels, not children's books. Thank you so much for trying to help. From the lack of recognition, I'm afraid this might be a lost cause even with someone else on this list looking for the same book. I have been looking for this book for several years. My sister and I used to check it out from the small library in my hometown in Michigan back in the 's. It must have been published in the 40's or 50's as the copy we used was showing its age.

Is it possible that this is a book from Canada or England? As I recall the illustrations seemed to be influenced by Milne. I hope someone can find this one. I would like to by a copy for my sister. I am the original poster and it is highly possible that this is from a Canadian publisher as my mother was Canadian and brought this book with her when the family moved to the States.

Hey, that's three whole people who remember this book! Friendship Valley by Wolo. A story packed with illustrations about a variety of animals, large and small, who work together to make a home after the tragedy of a forest fire. Endpapers are a pictorial map of "The Little Lake and Friendship Valley," color pictorial paper over board. Friendship Valley is definitely the book being sought! A group of small animals badger, woodchuck, racoon family, squirrel, hedgehog, and frog escape a forest fire by floating downstream on a raft.

They rescue a kitten and establish a new home at the base of a large pine tree.