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Updated: May 19, 2025
And also there's a little star So white, a virgin's it must be; Perhaps the lamp my love in heaven Hangs out to light the way for me. Song, THEOPHILE MARZIALS. In this corner of Bourcelles the houses lie huddled together with an air of something shamefaced; they dare not look straight at the mountains or at the lake; they turn their eyes away even from the orchards at the back.
'You'll be quite grown-up, he told her, 'by the time I come back to little Bourcelles in the autumn. Little Bourcelles! It sounded, the caressing way he said it, as if it lay in the palm of his big brown hand. 'But you'll never come back, because you'll never go, Monkey chimed in. 'My hair, remember 'My trains won't take you, said Jimbo gravely.
The descriptions that flooded his brain could be rendered only by the most dignified and stately prose, and he floundered among a welter of sonorous openings that later Albinia would read in Sydenham and retail judiciously to the elder children from 'Father's foreign letters. 'We shall pass Bourcelles in a moment now! Look out!
For all fairytales issue first from the primeval forest, thence undergoing their protean transformation; and in similar fashion this story, so slight but so tremendous, issued from the forest of one man's underthinking one deep, pure mind, wumbled badly as far as external things were concerned, yet realising that Bourcelles contained the Universe, and that he, in turn contained Bourcelles.
'It must be the spell of Bourcelles, he murmured to himself. 'Mr. Rogers warned me about it. It is a Fairyland that thought has created out of common things. It is quite wonderful! He felt a glow all over him.
But Rogers did not hear the scolding Mother gave them when they appeared at the Den door, for he went on at once to his own room in the carpenter's house, with the feeling that he had lived always in Bourcelles, and would never leave it again. His Scheme had moved bodily from London to the forest. And on the way upstairs he peeped a moment into his cousin's room, seeing a light beneath the door.
Yet London just then it was August was dull and empty, dusty, and badly frayed at the edges. It needed a great cleaning; he would have liked to pour sea water over all its streets and houses, bathed its panting parks in the crystal fountains of Bourcelles. All day long his thoughts, indeed, left London for holidays in little Bourcelles.
Or was it part of the Story his cousin had wumbled into his ear when he only partly listened? 'I believe I dreamed it, he smiled to himself at last in despair. 'I do believe it was a dream a fragment of some jolly dream I had in my Fairyland of little Bourcelles! Children, stars, Fairyland, dreams these brought it somehow.
They were set aside in a little heap apart. No one coveted them. It was not worth while. In the forests of Bourcelles gloves were at a discount, and driving a pleasure yet unknown. Jinny, however a little later put on a pair of ladies' suede that caught her fancy, and wore them faithfully to the end of the performance, just to keep her mother's motor cap in countenance.
The others, even the children, hovered about its edges, trying to get in. That tiny smile had flashed its secret, ineffable explanation into him. Starlight was in his blood.... Mother, for instance, he vaguely knew, was speaking of the years they all had lived in Bourcelles, of the exquisite springs, of the fairy, gorgeous summers.
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