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impression that it 〃flied froo the winder〃 … I fancy Mr Brown had a hand in 

the manufacture in one of his lucid moments; but it was a treasure indeed 

and the joy of Miss Brown's life。          She held long conversations with 'luvly 

miss' on all familiar subjects; and apparently obtained much strange and 

rare information   from her。  For   example; Miss   Brown   and 'luvly  miss'   in 

some previous stage of their existence had inhabited a large chimney…pot 

together;   〃where   it   was   always   so   warm  and   a   bootie   'mell   of   cookin'。'〃 



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Also she had a rooted belief that one day she and 'luvly  miss' would be 

〃hangels wiv' black weils and basticks。〃             This puzzled me for some time; 

until I discovered it to be an allusion to the good deaconess who attended 

her; and whom Mrs Brown in gratitude designated by this title。 

     Alas for little Miss Brown and her 'luvly miss'! their respective ends 

were drawing near。         I went in one Friday; a week or so after the accident; 

and found Mrs Brown in tears and despair; and Miss Brown with a look of 

anguish on her poor little pinched face that was bad to see。                 'Luvly Miss' 

was no more。 

     It was Mr Brown again; or; to trace back the links of occasion; it was 

the   action   of   'The   Three   Fingers'   on   Mr   Brown's   frail   constitution。 He 

had    come    in  late;  seen   'luvly   miss'  on   the  table;  and;   with   his  usual 

heedlessness      of  consequence;      had   chucked     her   into  the  dying    embers 

where … alas that I should have to say it! … she slowly baked。                Little Miss 

Brown;   when   the   miserable   truth   was   broken   to   her;   neither   wept   nor 

remonstrated; she lay quite still with a look of utter forsaken wretchedness 

on her tiny white face; and moaned very softly for 'luvly miss。' 

     I came face to face with this state of things and I confess it staggered 

me。     I  knew    Miss    Brown     too   well  to  hope   that   any   pink…   and…white 

darling from the toy…shop could replace 'luvly miss;' or that she could be 

persuaded      to  admit    even   a  very   image    of  the  dear   departed     into  her 

affections。     Then; too; the doctor said Miss Brown had but a few days at 

the most; perhaps only hours; to live; and comforted she must be。 

     All at once I had an inspiration; and never in my life have I welcomed 

one more。      I knelt down by little Miss Brown and told her the story of the 

Phoenix。      I   had   not   reckoned   in   vain   upon   her   imagination:    would   I 

〃yerely and twooly bwing〃 her 〃werry own luvly miss out of the ashes?〃 

I lied cheerfully and hastened away to the dust…bin; accompanied by Mrs 

Brown。 

     In a few minutes we returned with a pail of ashes; the ashes; of course; 

of 'luvly miss' mingled with those of the cruel fire which had consumed 

her。    I danced solemnly round them; murmured mysterious words; parted 

the   ashes;   and   revealed   the   form   of   'luvly   miss。' Love's   eyes   were   not 

sharp to mark a change; and little Miss Brown's misplaced faith in me was 



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strong。     Never shall I forget the scream of joy which greeted the restored 

treasure; or the relief with which I saw an expression of peace settle once 

more on Miss Brown's face。 

     I saw them again next day。           Little Miss Brown was asleep in her last 

little   bed;   still   wrapped   in   the   〃pitty   warm   snow;〃   and   'luvly   miss'   lay 

beside her。 



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             Four Stories Told to Children 



                    The Story of the Dreadful Griffin。 



     MY DEAR CHILDREN; … I am going to tell you a really breathless 

story for your holiday treat。        It will have to begin with the moral; because 

everyone will   be too   much exhausted   to   read one   at the   end; and   as the 

moral is the only part that really matters; it is important to come to it quite 

fresh。 

     We will; therefore; endeavour to learn from this story:… 

       If we fly at all; to fly HIGH。 To be extremely polite。 To be kind and 

grateful to cats and all other animals。 

       All   the   trouble   arose   one   day   when   the   Princess   (there   is   always   a 

Princess in a fairy…tale; you know) was playing in the garden with her ball。 

She threw it up in the air much higher than usual and it never came down 

again。     There was an awful shriek; like ten thousand steam…engines;   all 

the   ladies…in…waiting   fainted   in   a   row;   the   inhabitants   of   the   place   went 

stone…deaf; and the Captain of the Guard; who was in attendance with a 

company of his troops; seized the Princess; put her on his horse; galloped 

away followed by his soldiers to a castle on the top of a hill; deposited the 

Princess in the highest room; and then   and only then; told her what had 

happened。 

     〃Miss;〃 he said; for he was so upset he forgot Court etiquette; 〃Miss; 

your ball must have hit the Dreadful Griffin in the eye (I noticed he was 

taking   a  little   fly  in   the   neighbourhood);   and   that   was   the   reason   of   the 

awful     shriek。   Well;    Miss;    the  Dreadful     Griffin   never   was    known     to 

forgive anybody anything; so I snatched you up quick before he could get 

at   you   and   brought    you   to  the  Castle    of  the  White    Cats。   There     are 

seventeen of these animals sitting outside the door and twenty…seven more 

standing in the courtyard; so you're as safe as safe can be; for the Dreadful 

Griffin   can't   look   at   a   white   cat   without   getting   the   ague   and   then   he 



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shakes so a mouse wouldn't be afraid of him。              And now; Miss; I must go 

back to your Royal Pa; so I will wish you good…morning。〃 

     Having made this long speech the Captain suddenly remembered the 

Court etiquette; became very hot and red; went out of the room backwards; 

and instantly fell over the seventeen cats who all swore at him; which so 

confused the poor man that he rolled down the stairs and out into the court 

where the twenty…seven cats were having rations of mouse…pie served out 

to them; and the Captain rolled into the middle of the pie; scalded himself 

badly with the gravy; and was thankful to jump on his horse and ride away 

with his soldiers to report matters to the King。 

     The King was so pleased with his promptitude that he made him the 

General of the Flying Squadron; which only fights in the air; and conferred 

on    him   the  medal    of  the  Society    for  the  Suppression     of  Superfluous 

Salamanders; whereat the Captain was overjoyed。 

     But this is a digression; and I only told you because I wanted you to 

see that virtue is always rewarded。 

     Now for the poor Princess。 

     Well; she cried a little; of course; but the cats brought her some mouse… 

pie;   which   she   found   very   good;   and   she   was   soon   quite   happy   playing 

with some of the kittens and nearly forgot all about the Dreadful Griffin; 

but he did not forget about HER; oh dear no!               He flew after the Captain 

when he galloped away with the Princess; but when he saw the White Cats 

he shook with ague so fearfully that his teeth rolled about in his mouth like 

billiard balls and he had to go and get a new set before he could eat his 

dinner。    Well; he was in a perfect fury; and how to 

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