The Troubles of Queen Silver-Bell: As Told by Queen Crosspatch

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Century, 1915 - 132 pages
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Page 45 - Person — quite a Respectable Person. She sits in a garden full of roses and any number of birds call on her and she writes books for a living, and she learned it all from me. She was apprenticed...
Page 61 - When you see a book by me you will always see a picture of me hidden away somewhere and you had better look for it. One thing is certain, that though you may have heard of Fairies you have never read stories written by a real one. And that is what is going to happen to you. A Fairy is going to write a book and its name is going to be " How Winnie Hatched the Little Rooks.
Page 8 - ... and I heard of one Fairy who was trying to turn a naughty little boy into a pussy cat because he was pulling a kitten's tail, and she only got as far as the miaw and the claws and she forgot how to do the rest, and he ran away mi-a-owing and scratching his face with his sharp claws when he tried to rub his eyes because he was crying.
Page 46 - It means a person who writes what you order him to write." The Dormouse clapped his paws together. "Why, that 's the very thing," he said. " You see, just now I thought in the front of my head and I thought in the back of my head and when I was thinking in the back of my head I suddenly remembered...
Page 126 - But they shivered and squawked and clung to Winnie until I began to scold them. And after I had scolded them I just marched up to the eldest one and gave him a push myself. He gave a big squawk and tumbled and his brother tumbled after him, for I gave him a push too. And of course the minute they found themselves falling, they began to flutter and flap their wings, and they found out they...
Page 56 - Of course they are my books and no one else's." And just at these last words I began to be a little cross and scolding again. I knew it by the hasty way in which the Dormouse began to step backward. "Of course! Of course! Your Royal Patch-bell-ness!
Page 20 - ... higher and higher into the very sky itself and I knew I had lost him, perhaps forever, and I flopped down on a buttercup and cried and scolded and scolded and cried as hard as ever I could. And the worst of it was that I could n't stop scolding. When you have lost a darling sweet little...
Page 18 - ... And his pink face and his dimples and his silky curls and his dancing blue eyes and his tiny coat all sparkling with jewels were gone and he was changed into a vicious, ugly, black, thin, little Imp with squinting steel-colored eyes it made me ill to look at. I rushed after him as hard as I could.
Page 57 - Fairies will begin to practice turning themselves into rabbits and guinea pigs and all sorts of nice things, and if the other Fairies begin to practise turning themselves into rabbits and guinea pigs and all sorts of nice things, Fairyland will be saved and will not go to ruin, and if Fairyland is saved and does not go to ruin...
Page 55 - s Respectable! I wish I was as sure of her spelling as I am of her respectability." "Well," said the Dormouse, "if, when you ask her about it, you say that you don't want to frighten her, but she must speak the entire truth about it, everything may be all right.

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