Ethel Cook Eliot - The Little House in Fairy Wood, Angielskie [EN](4)(2)
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The Little House
in the Fairy Wood
Ethel Cook Eliot
CONTENTS
I. MAGIC IN A MIST
II. THE BRIGHT HOUSE
III. FIRELIGHT
IV. THE GOSSIP
V. WORLD STORIES
VI. AT THE HEART OF A TREE VII. TREE MOTHER AND THE
DROWSY BOAT
VIII. A WITCH AT THE WINDOW
IX. THE WIND HUNT
X. ON THE GRAY WALL
XI. THE BEAUTIFUL WICKED WITCH
XII. IVRA‘S BIRTHDAY
XIII. NORA‘S GRANDCHILDREN
XIV. SPRING COMES
XV. SPRING WANDERING
XVI. OVER THE TREE TOPS
XVII. THE JUNE MOON
XVIII. THE DEEPEST PLACE IN THE WOOD
XIX. MORE MAGIC IN A MIST
The Little House in the Fairy Wood
TO TORKA AND NORTHWIND
CHAPTER I
MAGIC IN A MIST
That morning began no differently from any morning, though it
was to be the beginning of all things new for Eric. He was
awakened early by Mrs. Freg‘s rough hand shaking him by the
arm, and her rough voice in his ears: “Get up, lazy‐bones!
All
you
boys pile out, this very minute! It‘s six o‘clock already!” Then she
reached over Eric and shook the other two boys in the bed with
him, repeating and repeating “Wake up, wake up! It‘s six o‘clock
already!” When she was sure the three boys in the bed were awake
and miserable, she crossed the room with a hurried, heavy tread
and clumped, clumped down the stairs into the kitchen.
Though it happened just that way every morning, and it had
happened so this morning, this day was to be very different from
any other in Eric‘s life. But Eric could not know that; so he crawled
farther down under the few bedclothes he had managed to keep to
himself, and shut his eyes again just for a minute.
The night had been a cold one, and the other two boys in the bed,
because they were older and stronger, had managed to keep most
of the bedding wrapped tightly around them, while little Eric
shivered on the very edge. So he had not slept at all in the way
little boys of nine usually sleep,—that is, when they have a bed to
themselves, and their mother has left a kiss with them. When he
had slept, he had dreamed he was wading in icy puddles out in the
street.
But it was only a minute that he huddled there, trying to come
really awake, and then he sprang out, and without thought of a
bath, was into his clothes in a minute. The two older boys
followed him more slowly, yawning, growling, and quarreling.
Breakfast was served in the kitchen by Mrs. Freg. The room was
bare and ugly like the rest of the house, and the food was far from
satisfying. As the older boys got most of the bedding for
themselves, so they got most of the breakfast, while Mr. and Mrs.
Freg laughed at them, and praised them for fine, hearty boys who
knew what they wanted and would get it.
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The Little House
in the Fairy Wood
Ethel Cook Eliot
CONTENTS
I. MAGIC IN A MIST
II. THE BRIGHT HOUSE
III. FIRELIGHT
IV. THE GOSSIP
V. WORLD STORIES
VI. AT THE HEART OF A TREE VII. TREE MOTHER AND THE
DROWSY BOAT
VIII. A WITCH AT THE WINDOW
IX. THE WIND HUNT
X. ON THE GRAY WALL
XI. THE BEAUTIFUL WICKED WITCH
XII. IVRA‘S BIRTHDAY
XIII. NORA‘S GRANDCHILDREN
XIV. SPRING COMES
XV. SPRING WANDERING
XVI. OVER THE TREE TOPS
XVII. THE JUNE MOON
XVIII. THE DEEPEST PLACE IN THE WOOD
XIX. MORE MAGIC IN A MIST
The Little House in the Fairy Wood
TO TORKA AND NORTHWIND
CHAPTER I
MAGIC IN A MIST
That morning began no differently from any morning, though it
was to be the beginning of all things new for Eric. He was
awakened early by Mrs. Freg‘s rough hand shaking him by the
arm, and her rough voice in his ears: “Get up, lazy‐bones!
All
you
boys pile out, this very minute! It‘s six o‘clock already!” Then she
reached over Eric and shook the other two boys in the bed with
him, repeating and repeating “Wake up, wake up! It‘s six o‘clock
already!” When she was sure the three boys in the bed were awake
and miserable, she crossed the room with a hurried, heavy tread
and clumped, clumped down the stairs into the kitchen.
Though it happened just that way every morning, and it had
happened so this morning, this day was to be very different from
any other in Eric‘s life. But Eric could not know that; so he crawled
farther down under the few bedclothes he had managed to keep to
himself, and shut his eyes again just for a minute.
The night had been a cold one, and the other two boys in the bed,
because they were older and stronger, had managed to keep most
of the bedding wrapped tightly around them, while little Eric
shivered on the very edge. So he had not slept at all in the way
little boys of nine usually sleep,—that is, when they have a bed to
themselves, and their mother has left a kiss with them. When he
had slept, he had dreamed he was wading in icy puddles out in the
street.
But it was only a minute that he huddled there, trying to come
really awake, and then he sprang out, and without thought of a
bath, was into his clothes in a minute. The two older boys
followed him more slowly, yawning, growling, and quarreling.
Breakfast was served in the kitchen by Mrs. Freg. The room was
bare and ugly like the rest of the house, and the food was far from
satisfying. As the older boys got most of the bedding for
themselves, so they got most of the breakfast, while Mr. and Mrs.
Freg laughed at them, and praised them for fine, hearty boys who
knew what they wanted and would get it.
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