Fairies Afield - The Original Classic Edition
Nonfiction, Reference & Language, Reference, Fiction & Literature
| Author: | Molesworth Mrs | ISBN: | 9781486421206 |
| Publisher: | Emereo Publishing | Publication: | October 24, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Emereo Publishing | Language: | English |
| Author: | Molesworth Mrs |
| ISBN: | 9781486421206 |
| Publisher: | Emereo Publishing |
| Publication: | October 24, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Emereo Publishing |
| Language: | English |
This is a new and freshly published edition of this culturally important work by Mrs. Molesworth, which is now, at last, again available to you.
Enjoy this classic work today. These selected paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside Fairies Afield:
I am afraid, Linde, dear, said Aria on the Friday evening, when they had again filled the canister with the precious leaves to be ready for market next day, I am afraid that we must think no more about your dream, or that it meant anything. We have still leaves enough for one other days sale after to-morrow, and we must just be thankful for the help it has been, giving us time to consider what we must do to get through the winter, and though she tried to speak cheerfully, the poor girl could not keep back a little sigh, which Linde was quick to hear.
...Then the bird gave a sudden shiver, a thrill of returning life passed through him-Linde herself was conscious of it in her fingers-his eyes unclosed; he looked up at her, then, with a wonderful note of exceeding joy, he spread his wings and flew round the bower, returning again to perch on the childs still outstretched hand, as if in gratitude.
...She was a very practical maiden, in spite of her fairy perceptions, so the first thing she did was to lay the small treasures safely in the old jar, saying to herself, and to-morrow night-no, I should say to-night, we will place it outside on the window-sill and in the morning it will be filled with the lovely leaves.
...I suppose the old jar and the magic spade were carried away as heirlooms, for though I looked about in some very curious antique shops in the neighbouring town, hoping to find one or both, I never succeeded in doing so, nor could I trace the family at all, which is scarcely to be wondered at, as no one still living remembered the sisters save by the quaint names of Aria and Linde-names which I love, and which I hope this story may lead others to love also.
This is a new and freshly published edition of this culturally important work by Mrs. Molesworth, which is now, at last, again available to you.
Enjoy this classic work today. These selected paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside Fairies Afield:
I am afraid, Linde, dear, said Aria on the Friday evening, when they had again filled the canister with the precious leaves to be ready for market next day, I am afraid that we must think no more about your dream, or that it meant anything. We have still leaves enough for one other days sale after to-morrow, and we must just be thankful for the help it has been, giving us time to consider what we must do to get through the winter, and though she tried to speak cheerfully, the poor girl could not keep back a little sigh, which Linde was quick to hear.
...Then the bird gave a sudden shiver, a thrill of returning life passed through him-Linde herself was conscious of it in her fingers-his eyes unclosed; he looked up at her, then, with a wonderful note of exceeding joy, he spread his wings and flew round the bower, returning again to perch on the childs still outstretched hand, as if in gratitude.
...She was a very practical maiden, in spite of her fairy perceptions, so the first thing she did was to lay the small treasures safely in the old jar, saying to herself, and to-morrow night-no, I should say to-night, we will place it outside on the window-sill and in the morning it will be filled with the lovely leaves.
...I suppose the old jar and the magic spade were carried away as heirlooms, for though I looked about in some very curious antique shops in the neighbouring town, hoping to find one or both, I never succeeded in doing so, nor could I trace the family at all, which is scarcely to be wondered at, as no one still living remembered the sisters save by the quaint names of Aria and Linde-names which I love, and which I hope this story may lead others to love also.
