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Page 29
_THE CLOSING DOOR_
MOTTO FOR THE MOTHER
_Keep thou an open door between thy child's life
and thine own_.
There was once a little girl (her best and sweetest name was Little
Daughter), who had a dear little room, all her own, which was full of
treasures, and was as lovely as love could make it.
You never could imagine, no matter how you tried, a room more beautiful
than hers; for it was white and shining from the snowy floor to the
ceiling, which looked as if it might have been made of a fleecy cloud.
The curtains at the windows were like the petals of a lily, and the
little bed was like swan's down.
There were white pansies, too, that bloomed in the windows, and a dove
whose voice was sweet as music; and among her treasures she had a string
of pearls which she was to wear about her neck when the king of the
country sent for her, as he had promised to do some day.
This string of pearls grew longer and more beautiful as the little girl
grew older, for a new pearl was given her as soon as she waked up each
morning; and every one was a gift from this king, who bade her keep them
fair.
Her mother helped her to take care of them and of all the other
beautiful things in her room. Every morning, after the new pearl was
slipped on the string, they would set the room in order; and every
evening they would look over the treasures and enjoy them together,
while they carefully wiped away any specks of dust that had gotten in
during the day and made the room less lovely.
There were several doors and windows, which the little girl could open
and shut just as she pleased, in this room; but there was one door which
was always open, and that was the one which led into her mother's room.
No matter what Little Daughter was doing she was happier if her mother
was near; and although she sometimes ran away into her own room and
played by herself, she always bounded out at her mother's first call,
and sprang into her mother's arms, gladder than ever to be with her
because she had been away.
Now one day when the little girl was playing alone, she had a visitor
who came in without knocking and who seemed, at first, very much out of
place in the shining white room, for he was a goblin and as black as a
lump of coal. He had not been there more than a very few minutes,
however, before nearly everything in the room began to look more like
him and less like driven snow: and although the little girl thought that
he was very strange and ugly when she first saw him, she soon grew used
to him, and found him an entertaining playfellow.
She wanted to call her mother to see him; but he said: "Oh! no; we are
having such a nice time together, and she's busy, you know." So the
little girl did not call; and the mother, who was making a dress of fine
lace for her darling, did not dream that a goblin was in the little
white room.
The goblin did not make any noise, you know, for he tip-toed all the
time, as if he were afraid; and if he heard a sound he would jump. But
he was a merry goblin, and he amused the little girl so much that she
did not notice the change in her dear room.
The curtains grew dingy, the floor dusty, and the ceiling looked as if
it might have been made of a rain cloud; but the child played on, and
got out all her treasures to show to her visitor.
The pansies drooped and faded, the white dove hid its head beneath its
wing and moaned; and the last pearl on the precious string grew dark
when the goblin touched it with his smutty fingers.
"Oh, dear me," said the little girl when she saw this, "I must call my
mother; for these are the pearls that I must wear to the king's court,
when he sends for me."
"Never mind," said the goblin, "we can wash it, and if it isn't just as
white as before, what difference does it make about one pearl?"
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