The Golden Scarecrow

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George H. Doran Company, 1915 - Children - 288 pages
Series of stories about children, in which every child is protected by a friendly being.
 

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Page 33 - ... comparison with whom even their parents had been strangers — and who, "at the end of it all", when the pilgrimage is over, receives them again. The similarity to Wordsworth's of this account of the sense of things unseen is obvious enough; indeed, we get a rather feeble echo of Wordsworth in the passage, "Every baby knows about it; then, as they grow older it fades and, with many people, goes altogether.
Page 39 - The more you live in your head, dreaming and seeing things that aren't there, the less you'll see the things that are there. You'll always be tumbling over things. You'll never get on. You'll never be a success.' 'Never mind' said Hugh, 'it doesn't matter much what you say now, you're only talking "for my good
Page 11 - Hugh Seymour" of The Golden Scarecrow who "was sent from Ceylon, where his parents lived, to be educated in England. His relations having for the most part settled in foreign countries, he spent his holidays as a minute and pale-faced 'paying guest...
Page 37 - I think he's still hanging around only he doesn't come to the vicarage much, I expect. But I do remember him. He had a beard and I used to think it funny the nurse didn't see him...
Page 40 - What's that,' said Mr. Pidgen again. It's hanging. What the devil!' "They stopped for a moment, then started across the field. When they had gone a little way Mr. Pidgen paused again. " 'It's like a man with a gold helmet. He's got legs, he's coming to us.
Page 72 - ... in the hollow of the room. He always came then, was there with his arm about Ernest Henry, his great body, his dark beard, his large, firm hands — all so reassuring that the beasts might do the worst, and nothing could come of it.
Page 39 - The field was lit with the soft light of the setting sun. On the ridge of the field something, suspended, it seemed, in midair, was shining like a golden fire. "What's that?
Page 297 - As he stared at it he knew that to-day he had completed that adventure that had begun for him many years ago, on that Christmas Eve when he had met Mr. Pidgen. They were whispering in his ear, "We've had a lovely day. It was the most beautiful nursery. . . . Two other children came too: They wore their things. ...
Page 64 - With a scramble and a lurch, desperate, heedless in its risks, he was in his mother's lap. Then he crowed. He crowed for all the world to hear because now, at last, he had become its citizen. Was there not then, from...
Page 33 - ... to the book, who watches over the child's early years and tells him things which, if he will only listen, will keep him from growing up a matter-offact person with no sense of what is 'beyond' the things he sees. The speaker explains that he himself has too little sense of what is in front of him. 'Of course, the ideal thing is somewhere between the two; recognise St Christopher and see the real world as well.

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