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A Christmas Posy

A Christmas Posy

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A CHRISTMAS POSY

BY MRS MOLESWORTH

WITH ILLUSTRATIONS
BY WALTER CRANE



LONDON: MACMILLAN
AND CO.
1888

TO
MY TWO LITTLE FRIENDS

Julia and Isabel
TWIN-SISTERS

London, 29th February 1888.


CONTENTS

  PAGE
"Grandmother Dear's" Old Watch 1
My Pink Pet 28
An Honest Little Man 53
The Six Poor Little Princesses 61
Basil's Violin 77
The Missing Bon-bons 124
Lost Rollo 147
The Blue Dwarfs 177
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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

  PAGE
"Grandmother Dear's" Old Watch
"'Come out here for a moment, Sylvia,' she called to her sister; 'we can see her as far as the corner.'" 2

My Pink Pet
"One day I was playing as usual in my own little room, when the door suddenly opened." 43

An Honest Little Man
"Him has one, zank you." 55

The Six Poor Little Princesses
"Ginevra found herself running upstairs, though not so fast as the evening before, for fear of dropping the precious parcel she held in her arms." 71

Basil's Violin
"In the pantry, when he took it into his head to pay a visit to the footmen." 101

The Missing Bon-bons
"'Yes,' said Maggie, 'I was getting the parasol.'" 139

Lost Rollo
"He stopped when he got up to us and began wagging his tail and rubbing his head against us in the sweetest way." 160

The Blue Dwarfs
"They were sliding down the branches of the tree in all directions." 195


GRANDMOTHER DEAR'S OLD WATCH


A FRAGMENT

Part I

"Those never loved
Who dream that they 'loved once.'"—E. B. Browning.
"You won't be long any way, dear Auntie?" said Sylvia with a little sigh. "I don't half like your going. Couldn't you wait till the day after to-morrow?"

"Or at least take me with you," said Molly, Sylvia's younger sister, eagerly.

Auntie hesitated—she glanced up at as much of the sky as could be seen through the lace-shrouded windows of their pretty Paris salon—it was already beginning to grow dusky, for though only half-past three, it was the thirty-first of December, and a dull day—and then turned with decision towards the door.

"No, dears," she said; "I shall go more quickly alone. Sylvia's cold would be none the better for going out so late, and I would rather

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