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قراءة كتاب The Flamp, The Ameliorator, and The Schoolboy's Apprentice
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The Flamp, The Ameliorator, and The Schoolboy's Apprentice
The Flamp, The Ameliorator, and
The Schoolboy's Apprentice
By E. V. LUCAS
LONDON: GRANT RICHARDS
1900
First printed October 1897
Reprinted December 1897
" August 1899
" December 1900
CONTENTS
The Flamp
I
II
III
IV
V
VI
VII
VIII
IX
X
XI
The Ameliorator
I
II
III
IV
V
VI
VII
VIII
IX
X
The Schoolboy's Apprentice
The Dumpy Books for Children.
The Flamp
TO MOLLY AND HILDA.
How stealthily we crept away,
We three—(Good things are done in threes:
That is, good things in threes are done
When you make two and I make one.)—
To hatch our small conspiracies!
(You recollect?) we sped, and then
Safe in the green heart of the wood
We breathed again.
The purple flood the bluebells made
Washed round about us where we stood,
While voices, where the others played,
Assured us we were not pursued.
A strip of meadow wet with dew
To cross, and lo! before us flared
The clump of yellow gorse we shared
With five young blackbirds and their mother.
There, close beside our partners' nest,
And free from Mr. C. (that pest!),
And careless of the wind and damp,
We framed the story of The Flamp.
The wish is often in my mind,
That we, in just such happy plight,—
With Chanctonbury Ring in sight,—
Some day may frame another.
1896.
I
Once upon a time there dwelt in a far country two children, a sister and a brother, named Tilsa and Tobene. Tilsa was twelve and Tobene was ten, and they had grown up, as it were, hand in hand. Their father died when Tobene was only a little piece of pink dimpled dough, and when their mother died too, a few years after, old Alison was told to pack up the things and journey with Tilsa and Tobene to the children's grandfather, the Liglid (or Lord Mayor) of Ule, whom they had never yet seen.
Old Alison was their nurse, and she had been their father's nurse before them. Nothing worth knowing was unknown to old Alison: she could tell them where the fairies danced by night, and the names and habits of the different people who live in the stars, and the reason why thrushes' eggs have black spots and hedge sparrows' none, and how to make Toffee of Paradise, and a thousand useful and wonderful things beside.
Alison was old and wrinkled and bent, but there was not a warmer heart in all the world, and no tongue could say kinder words than hers, and no hands minister so lovingly to those who needed help. It was said that Alison had only to look at a sore place and it was healed again. If any one loved her more