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Автор: Grace Greenwood
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       Grace Greenwood

      Stories of Many Lands

      Published by Good Press, 2019

       [email protected]

      EAN 4064066192310

       ABOUT ENGLISH CHILDREN

       HOW WE ACT; NOT HOW WE LOOK.

       A CHARADE

       LITTLE FOOTMARKS IN THE SNOW.

       BABIE ANNIE TO COUSIN J——.

       THE DAY AT THE CASTLE.

       A CHARADE.

       FAITHFUL LITTLE RUTH.

       CHRISTMAS,—A MOTHER'S EXCUSE.

       ABOUT SOME SCOTTISH CHILDREN.

       CASTLE AND COTTAGE.

       A CHARADE.

       JAMIE'S FAITH.

       A CHARADE.

       ABOUT SOME IRISH CHILDREN

       THE TRUE LORD.

       A REBUS.

       STORY OF A FRENCH SOLDIER.

       THE CONSCRIPT.

       A CHARADE.

       ABOUT SOME SWISS CHILDREN.

       THE DRUMMER-BOY.

       A REBUS.

       LITTLE CARL'S CHRISTMAS-EVE.

       A CHARADE.

       ABOUT SOME ITALIAN CHILDREN.

       GIUSEPPE AND LUCIA.

       A CHARADE.

       HOME STORIES.

       MY PET FROM THE CLOUDS.

       A CHARADE.

       THE TWO GEORGES.

       A CHARADE.

       THE LITTLE WIDOW'S MITE.

       A COUPLE OF CHARADES

       BESSIE RAEBURN'S CHRISTMAS ADVENTURE.

       CHAPTER I.

       CHAPTER II.

       CHAPTER III.

       CHAPTER IV.

       A CHARADE

       Table of Contents

       Table of Contents

      "O Tommy, what a funny little woman! come and see!" cried Harry Wilde, as he stood at the window of his father's house, in a pleasant English town. Tommy ran to the window and looked out, and laughed louder than his brother. It was indeed a funny sight to see. In the midst of a pelting rain, through mud and running water, there waddled along the queerest, quaintest little roly-poly figure you can imagine. It was a dwarf woman, who, though no taller than a child of seven or eight years, wore an enormous bonnet, and carried an overgrown umbrella. Her clothes were tucked up about her in a queer way, and altogether she was a very laugh-at-able little creature. As she passed, she looked up, and such an odd face as she had! The nose was large and long, as though it had kept on growing after the other features gave out. Indeed, it was so big that the eyes had got into a way of looking at it constantly, which did not improve their beauty. The hair was bushy, and of a lively red, but the mouth was quite sweet and good-humored, and the little crossed eyes had a merry, kindly twinkle in them.

      "Well," said Harry, "if I were such an absurd looking body as that, I wouldn't show myself. I 'd hide by day, and only come out by night, like an owl, would n't you, Tommy?"

      "Yes," said the little boy, and then asked, "Did God make her, Harry?"

      "Why yes, He made what there is of her, and then I suppose He concluded it wasn't worth while to go on with her!"

      "Harry!