Coppertop: The Queer Adventures of a Quaint Child

“And you never will, if you grumble,” said a cheery voice, which they knew belonged to Mr. Atom, although he was far too small for them to see. “You’ll never find a December day...

But to-night the old bed felt less “snuggly” than usual, and she had a strange “I-wonder-what-will-happen-next” feeling, which would not allow her to sleep. It was such a night...

The East Wind soon repented of his rage, and, feeling not a little ashamed of the harsh way he had treated the children, he came back to apologise. Finding Tibbs sitting alone u...

Coppertop had travelled many miles, and was growing very tired, when she remembered that she was on an island, and therefore must be going round and round in her search for the...

Tibbs was blown many miles by the gale which had wrecked the four-posted Bed. At last he found himself passing over the silver sands of a strange coast, and fell at the edge of...

“I do wish you’d go away, or--or--move--or do something!” sobbed Coppertop. “You make me feel terrifikly nervous, standing there and saying nothing; just staring and staring, an...

“I will drop them here!” growled the Clerk of the Weather. “They’re not worth carrying further--wretched brats!” And so saying, he dropped them down beside a pyramid--the Pyrami...

“Oh! You’re very, very, very rude!” cried Coppertop. “Mummie may be a little wee bit thin and sunburnt, but people from India are all like that, and she’s beautiful underneath.”

“Oh, how the dear old snow sparkles,” she continued, “and isn’t it a lovely day. Perhaps we can find a fine day here to take back to Australia for Mummie and Daddy to arrive on....

Up a dark winding staircase they went, and then round the gallery of the old banqueting hall, and so out on to the parapet under which the Blarney Stone lies.

And as Coppertop did so, she seemed to be standing at the edge of a mighty waterfall, which sent up clouds of rainbow-coloured spray, in which were the forms of Maidens, transpa...

The fact that the children were now so big helped them greatly on their journey; but they had to walk, as they were far too large and cumbersome to fly, their gauze wings would...

“Well, my dears, it’s the old, old story,” said Mr. Atom. “He fell in love, some years ago, with the White Elephant of Amrapure. For long years he has whispered love songs round...

But ere he could finish a sentence, Coppertop’s hand was forced open by the swiftly-growing camel, which, with a joyful cry, she put on the ground. There the animal continued to...

Looking up, or down--Coppertop wasn’t quite sure which--she found to her amazement that she was no longer hanging by one leg to the palm tree, but was sitting in a large nest, m...

Far away in the distance she espied a peak of land, showing blue above the horizon. And not caring very much whether she reached it or not, she flew in that direction.

The three adventurous children had not flown very far on their way to the Castle of the Chill South Wind before they found themselves in the middle of a dense black cloud.

“I can’t see Tibbs anywhere, I can’t!” cried Kiddiwee, after watching a long time for his return, to Coppertop, who was seated on the Camel and laughing heartily at the antics o...

“If you had any sense--which I very much doubt--you wouldn’t want to, at least till the blizzard’s gone!” piped up a little shrill voice beside them. And looking down, they behe...

It seemed to the children that the whole world had fallen into a peaceful slumber, and was dreaming a beautiful dream. Nothing moved, nothing stirred but the heat that danced on...

“Yes! I guess I’ll fix you up with a December day, all right,” answered the genial North Wind, in response to the entreaty of the children. For, shortly after their fight with t...

It wasn’t a very nice greeting, especially as the three anxious children had been standing and knocking upon the thundercloud door of the Clerk’s house for the last half hour.

It somehow reminded Coppertop of a lovely lady, a lady who was weeping, always weeping, yet smiling at times at her own tears; a lady with great, tragic, blue eyes and black las...

“I found these floating around,” continued their huge friend, “after you left. I shouldn’t wonder but what they were washed off by that sudden shower we had,” he added, gurgling...

“On the contery,” said Coppertop, as she emerged from the chimney-pot in a dignified fashion, “on the contery, you knew perfectly well I was coming, else you wouldn’t have been...