The Blue Moon (Google eBook)

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John Murray, 1904 - Fairy tales - 210 pages
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Page 79 - The Prince With the Nine Sorrows" (a story blessed with a "family fairy"), "The Luck of the Roses," "The Wishing-Pot," and A Capful of Moonshine." "How is it that one gets to see a fairy?" Toonie asks the old fagot maker on Drundle Head ; and the old man, ignorant of spirit photography, replies: "There are some to whom it comes by nature ; but for others three things are needed a handful of courage, a mouthful of silence, and a capful of moonshine.
Page 40 - Wio-wani turned back and waved his hand for the last time. Tiki-pu still stood watching him. Then the door opened and shut, and Wio-wani was gone. Softly as a flower the picture seemed to have folded its leaves over him. Tiki-pu leaned a wet face against the picture and kissed the door in the palacewall which Wio-wani had painted so beautifully. " O Wio-wani, dear master," he cried, " are you there ? " He waited, and called again, but no voice answered him.
Page 35 - He ripped out the paper of the largest window-pane and pushed his way through into the studio. Then in great haste he took up paint-pot and brush, and sacrilegiously set himself to work upon Wio-wani's last masterpiece. In the place of the doorway by which Tiki-pu had entered he painted a solid brick wall; twice over he painted it, making it two bricks thick; brick by brick he painted it, and mortared every brick to its place. And when he had quite finished he laughed, and called "Good-night, Tiki-pu!
Page 37 - The lecturer was altogether too dumfounded and terrified to utter a word. He and all his apprentices stood round and stared while the demolition of the wall proceeded. Before long he recognised Wio-wani with his flowing white beard; it was his handiwork, this pulling down of the wall! He still had a brick in his hand when he stepped through the opening that he had made, and close after him stepped Tiki-pu! Tiki-pu...
Page 30 - looking at you out of my little window. Come along in!" Tiki-Pu took a heave and swung himself into the picture, and fairly capered when he found his feet among the flowers of Wio-Wani's beautiful garden. Wio-Wani had turned, and was ambling gently back to the door of his palace, beckoning to the small one to follow him; and there stood Tiki-Pu opening his mouth like a fish to all the wonders that surrounded him. "Celestiality, may I speak?
Page 29 - Oh, Wio-wani, were you there all the while?" cried Tiki-pu ecstatically, leaping up and clutching with his smeary little puds the hand which the old man extended to him. "I was there," said Wio-wani, "looking at you out of my little window.
Page 34 - What fine piece of burglary is this?" thought he; "what serpent have I been harbouring in my bosom? Is this beast of a grub of a boy thinking to make himself a painter and cut me out of my reputation and prosperity?" For even at that distance he could perceive plainly that the work of this boy went head and shoulders beyond his, or that of any painter then living. Presently Wio-wani opened his door and came down the path, as was his habit now each night, to call Tiki-pu to his lesson. He advanced...
Page 37 - Tiki-Pu - he was giving his apprentices a lecture on the glories and the beauties and the wonders of Wio-Wani's painting - how nothing for colour could excel, or for mystery could equal it. To add point to his eloquence, he stood waving his hands before Wio-Wani's last masterpiece, and all his students and apprentices sat round him and looked. Suddenly he stopped at mid-word, and broke off in the full flight of his eloquence, as he saw something like a hand come and take down the top brick from the...
Page 27 - ... in the ragged linings of his coat Tiki-pu could hear the candleends rattling as the buffeting and chastisement fell upon him, and often he trembled lest his hoard should be discovered. But the truth of the matter never leaked out ; and at night, as soon as he guessed that all the world outside was in bed, Tiki-pu would mount one of his candles on a wooden stand and paint by the light of it, blinding himself over his task, till the dawn came and gave him a better and cheaper light to work by....

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