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IT was called the Orange Garden, and in the middle stood a beautiful fountain. The water flowed from a horn held in the hands of a child-figure carved in marble, and fell down with a soft plash into a fluted shell beneath.

Chapters

1. CHAPTER II. AT WORK.

2. CHAPTER IV.

3. CHAPTER II.

IT was called the Orange Garden, and in the middle stood a beautiful fountain. The water flowed from a horn held in the hands of a child-figure carved in marble, and fell down w...

4. CHAPTER I.

IT was a pleasant day about the beginning of April; a bright, warm, jovial day, such as one wishes would last all the year round; a day that tells of winter past, and gives assu...

5. CHAPTER II.

Daniel Barcombe was wrong when he said that the weather had settled down for a calm spell. On the contrary, the weather had made up its mind that very day to go in for one of th...

6. CHAPTER I.

It spread before them a blaze of light, and colour, and movement. It was fairyland come true. Diamonds and rubies and emeralds of supernatural size shone on the trees; fairies a...

7. CHAPTER II.

WILLY could speak and think of nothing but Pea Blossom. He was always drawing pictures of little fairy Pea Blossom dancing on tip-toe; Pea Blossom fanning Titania, flying about...

8. CHAPTER III.

IT was a terribly snowy Sunday night. It was a night when you sank down to your ankles in snow, and as for umbrellas, they were like moving snow huts.

9. CHAPTER IV.

He answered his teacher in such an anyhow manner that the kind lady shook her head and said the fog had got into his brain, and that his geography and history and Latin grammar...

10. CHAPTER I.

ONCE upon a time there lived in a farm-yard, at the bottom of a corn-stack, a family of mice, consisting of Mr. and Mrs. Mouse, and seven baby mice. As yet the babies were quite...

11. CHAPTER II.

HAVING followed the career of one Church Mouse to its sad end, let us go into the Church again, and see what our other little friend Pop is doing. I think we left him hunting fo...