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Updated: June 26, 2025
He bears in his arms a model of the building, which here appears with circular-headed windows instead of the lanceolated Gothic now existing. In, perhaps, the very loveliest of the many lovely sites around Palermo stands the small Moorish building of La Ziza.
Ziza said she'd be a real fairy and tell him what to do, and Willie said he'd be a gnome or a he-fairy and do it. At the outset Willie discovered that he had forgotten coals, but this was rectified by another five minutes' airing, and a rousing fire was quickly roaring in the chimney, while the kettle sang and spluttered on it like a sympathetic thing, as no doubt it was.
Those three, so different yet so like, were almost equally agreeable to the poor invalid. Miss Tippet was "so funny but so good," and Emma's sprightly nature seemed to charm away her pain for a time; while grave, gentle, earnest Ziza made her happy during her visits, and left a sensation of happiness after she went away.
"I grieve to hear this, Willie," said Frank, "but how comes it that you take so great an interest in these people?" "Frank," said Willie, assuming a tone of deep seriousness, while a glow suffused his cheeks, "can you keep a secret?" "I think so, lad; at least I promise to try." "Well, then," said Willie, "I love Ziza Cattley.
Little Jim sat on the bed beside his sister, clad in pink skin-tights, with cheeks and face similar to his father, and a red crest or comb of worsted on his head. "Ziza, darling, are you feeling better, my lamb?" said the elder clown, with a gravity of expression in his real mouth that contrasted strangely with the expression conveyed by the painted corners.
"D'you like bein' a fairy?" said Willie, after a lull in the conversation. "No, I don't," replied Ziza. "Why not?" "Because because I don't like the kind of things we have to do, and and in short, I don't like it at all, and I often pray God to deliver me from it." "That's strange, now," said Willie, "I would have thought it great fun to be a fairy.
"Here she is, Bill; this is the fairy," he said, in quite an altered tone, as he went to the bed, and took one of his sister's thin hands in both of his. "Ziza, this is the feller I told ye of, as wanted to see you, dear; b'longs to Mr Tippet." Ziza smiled faintly, as she extended her hand to Willie, who took it and pressed it gently.
Willie read in the monotonous tones of a schoolboy's voice until he came to the sixteenth verse, "For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life." "Stop at that verse," whispered Ziza. "I'll go to sleep now."
"I'll bid ye good-night now," said Willie, buttoning up his jacket to the chin, and pulling his cap down on his brows with the air of a man who has a long walk before him. "You're off, are you eh?" said the elder clown, rising and taking Willie by the hand, "well, you're a good lad. Thank'ee for comin' here an' takin' care of Ziza.
I'd rather be alone." "I wish I could stay with you, Ziza," said Jim earnestly. "It's of no use wishin', Jim," said his father, "you can't get off a single night. If you was to fail 'em you'd lose your engagement, and we can't afford that just at this time, you know; but I'll try to get Mrs James to come. She's a good woman, I know, and "
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