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"I'm sorry, Marjorie, but there's something about you that always makes people feel romantic. . . ." His voice softened. "I remember the first time I saw you, coming into that restaurant a little behind Lucille, it made me feel as if the fairy-stories I'd stopped believing in had come true all over again.
"Beauty and the Beast," "Bluebeard," "Auld Robin Gray," have the double charm to authors of being very pleasant to read, and still easier to dilute with sentiment. But at least ten thousand modern writers, with Lord Macaulay at their head, have so ravaged and despoiled the region of fairy-stories and fables, that an allusion even to the "Arabian Nights" is no longer decent.
The Mocha Kid, in particular, was addicted to reminiscence of an incriminating sort, and he totally ignored Rouletta's protests at sharing the secrets of his guilty past. As for the Snowbird, he was fond of telling her fairy-stories. They were queer fairy-stories, all beginning in the same way: "Once upon a time there was a beautiful Princess and her name was Rouletta."
The more beautiful name was adopted by a child acting out its fairy-stories; it was remembered and re-adopted by a woman when she wished to detach her life from a past which neither charity, fidelity, nor devotion to a sacred duty had succeeded in keeping from sorrow and the deadly aspersions of malignity.
"There's something mysterious about that dress," said he. "It's one of those that you read about in fairy-stories, that forever patch themselves, and keep themselves new and starchy. A body only needs one dress like that!" "Sure, lad," she answered. "There's no fairies in coal-camps unless 'tis meself, that washes it at night, and dries it over the stove, and irons it next mornin'."
He dropped on one knee beside the blaze, drawing her down on the hearth-rug by him. "I feel like the man in the fairy-stories," he said in a voice Joy did not quite know, "who catches an elf-girl in some unfair way, and finds her turn to a dear human woman in his house. Joy ... will she stay human?" Joy's heart beat furiously as she knelt there, held close to his side.
With a million facts at our disposal we are still obliged to follow the example of the fairy-stories and begin in the old way: "Once upon a time there was a man." This man lived hundreds of thousands of years ago. What did he look like? We do not know. We never saw his picture. Deep in the clay of an ancient soil we have sometimes found a few pieces of his skeleton.
Now and then he would give more lavishly than wisely, and then he would say, with his habitual graceful shrug of the shoulders "Yes, it appears I am not discreet. Finally, I think I must leave my charities to you, my good Norris to you and Little Saint Elizabeth." Burnett relates: "When I was a child of six or seven, I had given to me a book of fairy-stories, of which I was very fond.
Then, after being forced to kill their dogs for food, they came back again, much to the disappointment of the Indians, who fancied they were well rid of their troublesome guests. As the settlers were not to be disposed of by fairy-stories of cities of gold, the natives now tried another plan. They resolved to plant no more corn, so that the English must either go away or starve.
It is very natural, but it is not a nice feeling." "I am not jealous of Diana," said Peggy; "but I just can't stand having Alice like to play with dolls better than to play with me. I could tell them fairy-stories, and see things on the wall." "But that is no treat for Alice. You can do that any night. What she wants is somebody who likes to play dolls just as much as she does.
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