of little princes and their rose bushes, of poignant bears and Eyore-ish donkeys, of life personalized, as the pagans loved it, of the magic wand, and the faultless illustrations – the beautiful dark-haired child (who was you) winging through the midnight sky on a star-path in her mothers box of reels, – – of Griselda in her feather-cloak, walking barefoot with the Cuckoo in the lantern-lit world of nodding Mandarins, – – – of Delight in her flower-garden with the slim-limbed flower sprites, – – – of the Hobbit and the dwarves, gold-belted with blue and purple hoods, drinking ale and singing
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