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THOMAS GRINDAL,

BOTH FRIENDLY LITTLE CRITICS OF
MY CHILDREN'S STORIES.

Edinburgh, 1877.




CONTENTS


CHAPTER

I. THE OLD HOUSE

II. _IM_PATIENT GRISELDA

III. OBEYING ORDERS

IV. THE COUNTRY OF THE NODDING MANDARINS

V. PICTURES

VI. RUBBED THE WRONG WAY

VII. BUTTERFLY-LAND

VIII. MASTER PHIL

IX. UP AND DOWN THE CHIMNEY

X. THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MOON

XI. "CUCKOO, CUCKOO, GOOD-BYE!"




LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.

"WHY WON'T YOU SPEAK TO ME?"

MANDARINS NODDING

"MY AUNTS MUST HAVE COME BACK!"

SHE LOOKED LIKE A FAIRY QUEEN

"WHERE ARE THAT CUCKOO?"

"TIRED! HOW COULD I BE TIRED, CUCKOO?"

IT WAS A LITTLE BOAT




CHAPTER I.

THE OLD HOUSE.


"Somewhat back from the village street
Stands the old-fashioned country seat."


Once upon a time in an old town, in an old street, there stood a very
old house. Such a house as you could hardly find nowadays, however you
searched, for it belonged to a gone-by time--a time now quite passed
away.

It stood in a street, but yet it was not like a town house, for though
the front opened right on to the pavement, the back windows looked out
upon a beautiful, quaintly terraced garden, with old trees growing so
thick and close together that in summer it was like living on the edge
of a forest to be near them; and even in winter the web of their
interlaced branches hid all clear view behind.

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