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Title: The Brownies and Other Tales

Author: Juliana Horatia Ewing

Release Date: June 13, 2005 [EBook #16052]

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THE BROWNIES

AND OTHER TALES.

BY

JULIANA HORATIA EWING.

LONDON:

SOCIETY FOR PROMOTING CHRISTIAN KNOWLEDGE,

NORTHUMBERLAND AVENUE, W.C.

NEW YORK: E. & J.B. YOUNG & CO.

[Published under the direction of the General Literature Committee.]

DEDICATED

TO

MY VERY DEAR AND HONOURED MOTHER.

J.H.E.

1871.

CONTENTS.

THE BROWNIES

THE LAND OF LOST TOYS

THREE CHRISTMAS TREES

AN IDYLL OF THE WOOD

CHRISTMAS CRACKERS

AMELIA AND THE DWARFS

THE BROWNIES.

A little girl sat sewing and crying on a garden seat. She had fair
floating hair, which the breeze blew into her eyes, and between the
cloud of hair, and the mist of tears, she could not see her work very
clearly. She neither tied up her locks, nor dried her eyes, however;
for when one is miserable, one may as well be completely so.

"What is the matter?" said the Doctor, who was a friend of the
Rector's, and came into the garden whenever he pleased.

The Doctor was a tall stout man, with hair as black as crow's feathers
on the top, and grey underneath, and a bushy beard. When young, he had
been slim and handsome, with wonderful eyes, which were wonderful
still; but that was many years past. He had a great love for children,
and this one was a particular friend of his.

"What is the matter?" said he.

"I'm in a row," murmured the young lady through her veil; and the
needle went in damp, and came out with a jerk, which is apt to result
in what ladies called "puckering."

"You are like London in a yellow fog," said the Doctor, throwing
himself on to the grass, "and it is very depressing to my feelings.
What is the row about, and how came you to get into it?"

"We're all in it," was the reply; and apparently the fog